<?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-2575761937067729839</id><updated>2012-02-10T20:04:45.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zowayye ;D</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>656</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-2173412705872243871</id><published>2012-02-10T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T20:04:24.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Personal.</title><content type='html'>Sigh. And I'm sorry I haven't really blogged in so long except for that post on the dream I had last week or so.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Tampines Junior College is okay I guess. The people are nice, I've made some friends already and everyone is generally friendly. I like my OG, but somehow I feel like I can't really click with them. Different sense of humour. I seldom find people with the same sense of humour as me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week passed really slowly, in my opinion. It's finally Friday! :D We've been having sample lectures all week. I take GP, PW, H1 physics, H2 chemistry, math and economics. The lecturers are good, me gusto. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I find really funny is how we have lectures in either the auditorium or a lecture theatre, where the desks are pulled open, so that means they're all really small, and that in turn means that there is a higher tendency of pencil cases crashing to the floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time around monday, during one of our lectures, the lecturer said something along the lines of "So this is what we'll be covering this year," and then someone's pencil case crashed to the floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it was all purely coincidental, but it was sooo funny! I had this dumb half-smile on my face when that happened and was trying so hard not to laugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and during another one of our lectures, Huiyun spotted the band badges on my bag. I have three badges on my bag, one of MCR, one of All Time Low and one of Mayday Parade. She inspected the badges one by one, and after that told me she'd never heard of any of the bands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared at her and asked, "Then what do you listen to?" And somehow she found my question extremely funny, and burst out into laughter in the quiet lecture theatre. Quite a few heads turned hahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for my cca choices, I put guitar ensemble first, followed by gavel club, then netball. But I don't think I want to join netball anymore; I'm afraid of getting skin problems and possibly dry hair from all the training under the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Maria and her friend Caroline also wanted to join modern dance initially, but we were quite put off after watching&amp;nbsp;the modern dance club's performance during CCA Exhibition on wednesday. I like the guys' part, with all the finger tutting and a&amp;nbsp;bit of dougie-ing, but the girls' part looked a bit slutty to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just conservative, but ain't no way I'm sticking my butt out and wiggling it in front of 800 students, let alone teachers and possibly parents. Neither do I want to wear translucent black stockings and mini shorts for entertainment haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess&amp;nbsp;the dancing wasn't really what I expected. Thought it'd be more contemporary or maybe street-ish but it looked like a kpop dance or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, today I brought my basketball to school because Valerie asked me to. We were gonna play bball during our free periods. PE&amp;nbsp;was first thing in the morning. It was killer, I tell ya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This school really takes PE lessons very seriously. We did three rounds around the field (equivalent to 800m I think), sit-ups, push-ups, crunches and lots of stretching. How I dread the 2.4km Napfa run. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After PE was a free period. I played basketball with Valerie, Alvita and Florence, and after Math (which was crazy, I couldn't process anything) I bumped into Xuemin and we played a bit of ball before going to the library. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, being in the library in her was hilarious. There were rooms at the back of the library for lessons and J2 studying, and Xuemin kept walking past this window where this guy was studying, just to annoy him. And we just kept laughing at the funniest and most random things possible. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guitar auditions after that with Xuemin and Yiying. We at first entered a room full of people, then a senior divided us into those who had music history and those who didn't know anything about playing the guitar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Xuemin and Yiying were the only girls among the 11 who were in the first group :/ My audition lasted like one minute! It was pretty okay and I really really hope I get into guitar ensemble because I have completely no idea what I'd join otherwise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-2173412705872243871?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/2173412705872243871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=2173412705872243871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/2173412705872243871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/2173412705872243871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2012/02/nothing-personal.html' title='Nothing Personal.'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-8138761505684506858</id><published>2012-02-10T19:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T19:26:54.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H-E-Double hockey sticks</title><content type='html'>(THIS POST WAS MEANT TO BE POSTED YESTERDAY, 9TH FEB.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay something mega ultra uber embarrassing happened just now, I met Lifang and Zhenying for dinner (Ahhhh missed them so much I'm so glad I finally got to meet up with them!) and we went to Wendy's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while we were almost done eating, I ate some of Lifang's baked potato skin and she was very disgusted. I mean, what's wrong? LOL potato skin is nutritious and tasty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so I asked if I should ask one of the Wendy's staff if their baked potato skin was edible, and at first they didn't think I was serious about asking hahaha. Zhenying pushed me to go, and I went to ask this lady at the counter. She said 'huh?' and her male colleague answered for her. He said "Yes, it's edible! We scrubbed it!"&lt;br /&gt;And while saying it, he did this reaaaally funny face, pretending to hold a potato in one hand, and doing the scrubbing action with it. I had to laugh. And when I went back to my seat, I repeated the whole conversation to Lifang who didn't catch it (while Zhenying heard and saw everything and was laughing away) and I even imitated his facial expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I turned back after I'd finished talking, I caught him at the exact second when he was bursting into laughter! He was laughing at my facial expression and I could tell that he'd heard everything and saw me repeating the whole conversation omgomgomg the mortification.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously considered running to the toilet to hide for a few minutes because it was just sooo embarrassing!!!&lt;br /&gt;I thought he wasn't looking T____T Never going back to Wendy's again. (Actually I know I'll probably go back soon cause the food isn't half-bad) Hope he doesn't recognise me the next time I go back. Ahhhhhh. I must've looked like an idiot imitating him LOL&lt;br /&gt;And Zhenying said she saw him telling his other colleagues about the incident. Die. I will become the secret staff joke of Wendy's. And... the guy was kinda cute. He had a really nice smile and eyes and... Yeah, that's not the point. Point is, I kept rushing Lifang to finish her food so we could get out of there hahaha. My face and ears were burning red.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-8138761505684506858?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/8138761505684506858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=8138761505684506858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/8138761505684506858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/8138761505684506858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2012/02/h-e-double-hockey-sticks.html' title='H-E-Double hockey sticks'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-2794575584442271827</id><published>2012-02-05T19:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T19:57:02.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for the memories</title><content type='html'>I had this super creepy dream last night, it started off with me &amp; Christine in my living room, and we were listening to The Black Parade, and it was Cancer playing. I remember the song so loud and clear in my dream. Then after Cancer finished, I wondered what song was gonna come up next, Disenchanted or I Don't Love You (but in real life, it's actually neither, it's Mama) And just then, this quiet girl's voice came on the speakers: "This next song is a song that I like a lot." I was shocked because nothing like that happens on the album, and me and Christine exchanged glances. Suddenly Face Down by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus came on! I was like what's going on? Christine took the remote and lowered the volume, but the song remained the same volume. We plugged out the stereo, but still the thing kept playing! We thought we must have taken out the wrong switch, so we went around plugging out everything we could find, all the wires, but as we were doing it, the song just kept playing and it was even becoming louder! Then somehow I realised it was a dream, and quickly woke up. That always happens to me when I have nightmares. Anyway, it still felt scary. Face Down is actually a song about an abusive relationship, and how the girl, broken and pained, manages to get the courage to break it off with him. The coincidence is way too scary :/ ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-2794575584442271827?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/2794575584442271827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=2794575584442271827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/2794575584442271827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/2794575584442271827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2012/02/thanks-for-memories.html' title='Thanks for the memories'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-1513928695174122214</id><published>2012-02-03T15:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T15:49:46.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember when I bought you flowers, and you left them out to die?</title><content type='html'>I apologise for my late of updating! So I'm at home now, not feeling too well, and yeah the other J1s from tpjc are at sentosa now haha. I think tpjc is okay-ish, maybe it'll take time for me to get used to it. But two years are gonna fly by, right? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite homesick, and by homesick I'm talking about AHS :( I knew I'd miss it when I left, but now that I'm gone, I miss it soooo much. I guess I kinda took that feeling of familiarity there for granted. The only thing I don't miss about it is definitely the uniform. Tpjc's uniform is wayyyy nicer hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to The Cab as I write; never thought alternative rock could feel so soothing. Everything's changing but my music library doesn't. I'm so apprehensive about this whole new-school thing. Can't remember how I felt about entering primary school and secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't secondary school be 6 years long? D: Primary was 6 years, sec sch is 4 years and JC is 2 years. &amp;nbsp;Sighhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'm making much sense... I just logged on for the sake of updating. Checked my stats and they've been falling :( I can't blame you guys either, anyway I won't be updating that frequently anymore, as much as I'd like to. Gonna be busy busy busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks, and then you die. Ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-1513928695174122214?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/1513928695174122214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=1513928695174122214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/1513928695174122214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/1513928695174122214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2012/02/remember-when-i-bought-you-flowers-and.html' title='Remember when I bought you flowers, and you left them out to die?'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-4880100433001848544</id><published>2012-01-22T15:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T15:42:08.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're the party, you're the people, and this is how we do.</title><content type='html'>I turned on my computer to watch American Idol audititions 2012. There's this guy I really like, his name's Reed Grimm and his voice control is just perfect. I tweeted about him and his older brother decided to follow me on twitter hahaha. The wonder of technology. I told his brother Trey he should be proud of Reed, and I hope he shows the tweet to his brother -crosses fingers-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I watched the best of Steven Tyler from last season. There was this comment which was something like, "I thought Idol would suck after Simon left... then came Steven Tyler." My sentiments exactly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also watched Steven Tyler sing with Carrie Underwood on her songs Undo It and Walk This Way. They were both so amazing. Carrie has a crazy voice, I don't know how she's not as famous as Celine Dion yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm listening to Ian Gillan, possibly the greatest rock singer of all time :) Here's&amp;nbsp;the link to a&amp;nbsp;video of him singing Strange Kind of Woman with Deep Purple. It's nuts how he imitates the electric guitar perfectly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KTVmZhoTZgA&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KTVmZhoTZgA&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I apologise for my lack of updating recently! I've been going out almost everyday because I don't like staying at home, it's kinda boring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the eve of chinese new year and my dad's in the kitchen cooking tuan yuan fan. It's one of the few perks of cny; good food *___* The tidbits are only okay though. I like the tapioca chips and love letters.&amp;nbsp;Not such a big fan of bakwa and&amp;nbsp;others like kueh bangkit and pineapple tarts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't actually remember what I did on the 20th and the days before, but I know somewhere around the 18th-20th, Lianne and I went to have a sushi buffet. It was yummy, but unfortunately I'm not the kind who can stuff myself silly at one go, though I'm always hungry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only ate about 3 or 4 plates, 2 (or 3?) chawanmushi and... yeah that's all. Oh but I loved the cheese though. Is it called mentai? It's heavenly :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I'm going to watch my dad kill the lobsters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-4880100433001848544?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/4880100433001848544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=4880100433001848544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/4880100433001848544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/4880100433001848544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2012/01/were-party-youre-people-and-this-is-how.html' title='We&apos;re the party, you&apos;re the people, and this is how we do.'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-6953066050377532420</id><published>2012-01-19T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T00:18:12.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You ain't the only ones.</title><content type='html'>Feeling upset because my grandmother came back from living with my aunt. She hasn't been with us for a few months already, she used to stay here sometimes but now she's here again after a really long while and I would be completely fine with it, except for the fact that she's staying in my room. She's always lived in my room, and because of that, I didn't like staying in my room. I don't talk to her much, so it's almost like sharing a room with a stranger. Also, I used to sleep in my brother's room, so I seldom spent time in my own room.Her bed is a sofa bed, and when she's not around, it's this pretty magenta thing that's kinda big for a one-seater, and I like it. There's also a lot more space in my room, in fact it feels kind of spacious. During the time she was at my aunt's place, I started spending a lot more time in my own room. It felt like my room again. I would sit by my window and listen to my music, close my door and sing, and sometimes when I'm feeling high I dance around. I never ever sing in front of my parents; I feel extremely self-conscious doing it. Maybe it's a little weird, especially since they're family, but I'm not proud of my voice at all. My full-voice range is small, and I don't think my tone is pleasant. As for dancing and jumping around, it's not at all a pretty sight. So when I'm in my room, I feel like I can be myself, I can do whatever I like and no one will be there to see me. But now that my grandmother's back, the sofa is gone, as is the spaciousness, even more so after you add in the walking stand thing that she uses to get around. With her also comes the old people odour, and the powders and medicated oils she uses don't help.I'm fine with my grandmother, but now that she's taken up half my room I feel like I've lost something. I'm tearing up as I type, I know it may sound silly to feel so depressed over something like this but I really miss doing things like that. I never realised how dependent on my room I was; home doesn't really feel like home anymore. Without being able to sing and dance freely in my own house unless everyone else is out, it just doesn't feel complete. It also doesn't help that school is starting soon, and I'll soon have to be pouring everything into my studies. I'm not going to be able to listen to my albums on the stereo first thing in the morning. I'll have to tie my hair up, something I don't like doing, I'll have to put on uniform and go to school again. Where will I be without my music? God, I really hope these two years fly past. The best thing I can hope for right now is to find someone with the same interests as me in JC. Or else really, I'll be better off alone. And chinese new year is coming as well. Ugh, I hate cny. I abhore the bright red everywhere, the endless crowds on the streets, the crappy tidbit food, the awkwardness of having to visit, the terrible chinese music that's blaring everywhere. Just, everything about chinese new year. Getting to receive money would be the only exception. I don't even like dressing up. What's the point in it anyway? I look the same every year, just a couple of centimetres taller. I absolutely hate it when people tell me I'm tall like it's a compliment, or when the older generation comments on the lack of meat on my bones. I'm perfectly fine with the way I am, so just back off alright. (for those of you who don't know me personally, no I'm not anorexic)I've never wanted to be drop-dead gorgeous or popular or cool, all I want is to be someone like Gerard or Alex. I want to tell people they're not alone, I want to make a difference through music. That's all I want. But that dream will probably never come true. I have no talent, I was born in the wrong country and I'm not inspirational. That fact depresses me to no end. But anyway, I'm going to convince my parents somehow to change our redundant study room into a room for my grandmother. It probably won't work, but I have to try. I can't help but be an teenager for once. I've had my own room for all these months, you can't just take it away from me now. ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-6953066050377532420?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/6953066050377532420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=6953066050377532420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/6953066050377532420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/6953066050377532420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-aint-only-ones.html' title='You ain&apos;t the only ones.'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-218222888063726300</id><published>2012-01-16T18:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T18:14:49.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know who you are.</title><content type='html'>I'm in love with two of You Me At Six's songs, Stay With Me and Fireworks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm gonna do a quiz I got from Daine's blog. I haven't done one in what, years? It's a hundred questions long. Madness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your iTunes on shuffle. Give me the first 6 songs that pop up. &lt;br /&gt;Keep Holding On&amp;nbsp;- Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;Desolation Row by MCR&lt;br /&gt;All These Things I hate by Bullet for my Valentine&lt;br /&gt;Holiday by Green Day&lt;br /&gt;Good Ol' Fashioned Nightmare by Matt &amp;amp; Kim&lt;br /&gt;1985 by Bowling for Soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you could meet anyone on Earth, who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Gerard Way, my inspiration. If not, then Alex Gaskarth. He'd be a fun person to hang out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17. &lt;br /&gt;"The girl faded, tattering like a mist under a spear of strong sunlight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What do you think about the most?&lt;br /&gt;Ah, lots of things. Mainly lyrics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What does your latest text message from someone else say?&lt;br /&gt;"It's okay. I'm busy anyway. LOL for now. When you're 40 leh?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you sleep with or without clothes on?&lt;br /&gt;-_____- What do you think? With clothes of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What's your strongest talent?&lt;br /&gt;Daine said she's a professional bathroom singer, me too HAHA. Uh I actually think I have good hearing :3 I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Girls... (finish the sentence); Boys... (finish the sentence)&lt;br /&gt;Girls are overrated, boys are equally overrated &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Ever had a song or poem written about you?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe... /pam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When is the last time you played the air guitar?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a couple of hours earlier? I practise faithfully everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you have any strange phobias?&lt;br /&gt;I do! I'm quite a coward actually, I'm scared of lots of things. I'm always afraid of getting burnt, I'm scared of the dark and being alone, even in my own house. I also used to be afraid of heights (starts singing "I lost my fear of falling~")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose?&lt;br /&gt;No, but I did like to chew on coins when I was younger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What's your religion?&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know. Probably a freethinker, but I do believe in God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?&lt;br /&gt;If I'm alone, I'm probably at an album store :3 If I'm with a friend, it depends. Most probably hanging around town area, window-shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?&lt;br /&gt;Uh, good question. My friends (actually, only two girls) always tell me I'm a terrible photographer. So I'd say in front&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Simple but extremely complex. Favourite band?&lt;br /&gt;My Chemical Romance, hands down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What was the last lie you told?&lt;br /&gt;Probably when I yelled "Coming!" to my mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you believe in karma?&lt;br /&gt;Yep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What does your URL mean?&lt;br /&gt;t-ype because I love writing, blogging's just another form of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?&lt;br /&gt;Greatest weakness, probably my lack of motivation to do anything. Basically, I'm lazy. Strength, I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Who is your celebrity crush?&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, I don't know. I like both Alex Gaskarth and Emilio Dosal, but not in a crush kind of way anymore. It's more like I want to be their friend than get with either of them &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Have you ever gone skinny dipping?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. How do you vent your anger?&lt;br /&gt;I don't really vent because I always get over it really fast, but if I'm really pissed, I rant on my blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you have a collection of anything?&lt;br /&gt;Daine said albums, I don't mean to be a copycat but me too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?&lt;br /&gt;Talking on the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Are you happy with the person you've become?&lt;br /&gt;I think so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What's a sound you hate; sound you love?&lt;br /&gt;I hate the sound of bad music, love the sound of Alex Gaskarth singing live. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What's your biggest "what if"?&lt;br /&gt;What if we were never friends? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you believe in ghosts? What about aliens?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, both. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Stick out your right arm, what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm. &lt;br /&gt;Right arm, nothing. Left arm, my window. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I did the above part of the quiz yesterday night, continuing on it now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Smell the air. What do you smell?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What's the worst place you've ever been to?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this toilet in Taiwan. It was... eurgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Choose East Coast or West Coast.&lt;br /&gt;EAST :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Most attractive singer of the opposite gender?&lt;br /&gt;Alex Gaskarth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. To you, what is the meaning of life?&lt;br /&gt;To me, it's when time is of no importance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Define Art.&lt;br /&gt;Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Do you believe in luck?&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in russian roulette?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. What's the weather like right now?&lt;br /&gt;Atrocious. It's so hot outside, there's actually what looks like smoke in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. What time is it?&lt;br /&gt;4.57pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. Um I'm not legal yet, but I did drive a cart-like vehicle while holidaying in Taiwan, and I crashed me and my friends into a tree. I guess it's related to the question above about luck; we were lucky we crashed into a tree and not the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. What was the last book you read?&lt;br /&gt;House of Dance by Beth Kephart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Do you like the smell of gasoline?&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Do you have any nicknames?&lt;br /&gt;Zowayye, Zo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. What was the last movie you saw?&lt;br /&gt;I think, Mission Impossible 3. It was pretty good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. What's the worst injury you've ever had?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing too serious, thank God. Just bruises and cuts that every kid gets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Have you ever caught a butterfly?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Do you have any obsessions right now?&lt;br /&gt;Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. What's your sexual orientation?&lt;br /&gt;I'm straight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Ever had a rumour spread about you?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Do you believe in magic?&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I don't know. Probably not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Nah, I get over things pretty quickly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. What is your astrological sign?&lt;br /&gt;Libra! The same as Ne-Yo and Eminem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Do you save money or spend it?&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to save now for an All Time Low album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. What's the last thing you purchased?&lt;br /&gt;Beancurd! :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Love or lust?&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. In a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. How many relationships have you had?&lt;br /&gt;-awkward-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Can you touch your nose with your tongue?&lt;br /&gt;Haha no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Where were you yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;At home :/ I have no life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?&lt;br /&gt;Yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Are you wearing socks right now?&lt;br /&gt;Nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. What's your favourite animal?&lt;br /&gt;Ants, they're fun to squish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?&lt;br /&gt;Uh, I don't have one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Where is your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;I don't have one :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Spit or swallow? ;)&lt;br /&gt;Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. What is your heritage?&lt;br /&gt;Chinese, with some taiwanese and malaysian blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. What were you doing last night at 12am?&lt;br /&gt;Trying to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. What do you think is Satan's last name?&lt;br /&gt;-____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off?&lt;br /&gt;Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend?&lt;br /&gt;Of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?&lt;br /&gt;Ouch. Um, tell someone and make sure they're helping the dog, then run off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. You are at the doctor's office and she has just told you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell everyone/anyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'd tell everyone, and write letters to them to tell them I love them. I would travel to as many places as I can, attend as many concerts as possible and do all sorts of crazy things. I'd be afraid, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. You can only have one of these things; trust or love.&lt;br /&gt;Daine said "Love, but what's love without trust?" I completely agree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. What's a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?&lt;br /&gt;Six Feet Under The Stars, All Time Low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. What are the last four digits in your cellphone number?&lt;br /&gt;2518&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?&lt;br /&gt;Trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. How can I win your heart?&lt;br /&gt;Love my favourite bands, know every word to my favourite songs. I'm not fussy about looks but you gotta be taller than me haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Can insanity bring on creativity?&lt;br /&gt;Of course. I even think it's one of the factors for creativity. Vincent Van Gogh was an outstanding artist but he wasn't always in his right state of mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, can't think of one at the moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. What size shoes do you wear?&lt;br /&gt;I think 8 or 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. What would you want to be written on your tombstone?&lt;br /&gt;"She left to join The Black Parade."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. What is your favourite word?&lt;br /&gt;Asdfghjkl. I know it's not a real word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Give me the first word that comes to mind when you hear the word 'heart'.&lt;br /&gt;Red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. What is a saying you say a lot?&lt;br /&gt;I don't really say sayings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. What's the last song you listened to?&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to I Don't Love You by MCR now on my stereo &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Basic question, what's your favourite colour(s)?&lt;br /&gt;Black, white and grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. What is your current desktop picture?&lt;br /&gt;Just some random picture of Earth from space haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;My brother, he's pissing me off right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. What would be a question you'd be afraid to tell the truth on?&lt;br /&gt;Why should I tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren't really doing anything, they're just standing around your bed. What do you do?&lt;br /&gt;Tell them, "Look I'm sorry but you all have the wrong kid." Lame, I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what's even cooler is that they endow you with the superpower of your choice! What is that power?&lt;br /&gt;Flying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be half an hour though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?&lt;br /&gt;A chinese calligraphy lesson in sec1 HAHA. It's kind of random, but those lessons were reaaaally fun. They were group lessons, and I would laugh till I felt a six-pack coming on. It was crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?&lt;br /&gt;I can think of one, but I don't want to talk about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Eurgh, I wouldn't choose anyone. I'm not a groupie -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?&lt;br /&gt;Times Square, New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. Do you have any relatives in jail?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. Have you ever thrown up in the car?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and on someone's lap in particular. Ten years later my mom still hasn't forgiven me for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. Ever been on a plane?&lt;br /&gt;Yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say?&lt;br /&gt;I would list out all my favourite bands and dance crews and tell them how much I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-218222888063726300?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/218222888063726300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=218222888063726300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/218222888063726300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/218222888063726300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-dont-know-who-you-are.html' title='I don&apos;t know who you are.'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-7191920664656290070</id><published>2012-01-16T15:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T15:29:28.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love that's crazy, yeah</title><content type='html'>I'm listening to Symphony Soldier all over again :D It's on my itunes and a far cry from having the album itself, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm spending the day watching All Time Low videos and ransacking the fridge, because I was supposed to go to Jiams' house but she cancelled last minute :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like staying at home, but I'm not fond of going out alone either. I spent the whole day at home as well. I think I spent Friday the 13th at home as well. And on Saturday I went out with Elaine to City Hall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like going out with her because she doesn't like to spend much so I get to save money too! :3 We originally wanted to buy bags, but then I kinda think it's not necessary. I want to get a plain black bag so I can tack my band badges on it, but I don't want to go to school and realise someone else has the same bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna use my old purple bag till I go to class and make sure no one has the bag I want :) School starts on the 31st, which is in about two weeks. Really fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of excited about school, after sort of getting over the depressing fact that I can't go to meridian. Classes are gonna be really small, the guide who showed us around the school said the average is about 23 students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1F'08 had 40 students, 2K'09 had 36, 3L and 4L had 29, and I already felt like my upper sec class was kinda small. Still, I much prefer a small class to a big one. I really do hope I meet nice people there. I desperately want to meet someone who loves all my favourite bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know of any other friends who put Tampines JC as their first choice, so there's a chance I'll be all alone there. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about depressing things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So me and Elaine went to Peninsula first to look for bags. There's this shop at Peninsula that I really like, they have cool jeans, tops and a collection of band tees, but the staff are totally gah. We were just looking around and they just wouldn't leave us alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular lady kept asking if there was anything we were looking for in particular, and when we left without buying anything she asked persistently, "You don't like anything here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd, I know business is poor there, but doesn't she realise she's just frightening away customers? Because of that woman, I probably won't enter that shop anymore unless I'm desperate for band tees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after Peninsula, we walked to Marina Square. Elaine kept trying to find Cotton On, but later we realised there wasn't any Cotton On there. I had my dinner at the Subway there. I've missed Subway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then decided to go to Raffles City, but we didn't wanna backtrack cause the way back was long, and we used my phone to try and find a shorter, alternative route to RC. It was pretty hilarious cause we would walk one direction and then find out we were going the wrong way, quite a few times :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end we didn't go to RC, we went to Suntec instead. While pointing to one direction, Elaine's hand smacked this caucasian old man's moob. He went, "Ouch!" and she apologised profusely HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found Cotton On there. I've always liked Cotton On, the clothes are comfy and are priced reasonably. Me and Elaine bought a top each! Guess what, mine was a cropped top and it was orange!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was mainly for the sake of my mom; she always berates (is that the right word?) my love for 'black t-shirts'. I find it annoying when she says that, but it's okay as long as she doesn't start calling me an emo or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home and showed her what I bought, she actually said "Wah, so ahlian" asdfghjkl when she said that inside I was like, forget it, I'm buying all the black t-shirts I want from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I even bothered, I have no idea -____- She just has to judge every single piece of clothing I buy. I regret buying that cropped top now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I think I'm going to have a late lunch now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-7191920664656290070?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/7191920664656290070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=7191920664656290070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/7191920664656290070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/7191920664656290070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2012/01/love-thats-crazy-yeah.html' title='Love that&apos;s crazy, yeah'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-671304201191305576</id><published>2012-01-15T21:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T21:01:31.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are the kids from yesterday.</title><content type='html'>The Kids From Yesterday was never an MCR song I paid much attention to, especially when you have about forty other songs from the same band to listen to :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But recently I've read that it's Mcr's favourite song off their latest record, and now there's all this hype about a video (It looks fanmade) that an Australian video website posted about ten minutes ago. It's crazy. 'The Kids From Yesterday' is a trending topic on twitter right now, as we speak &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see now why TKFY is their favourite song; it's a reflection of the past and of growing up and becoming the stronger people they are today. It's about finding happiness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musically, it's not their strongest song, but it's simple and beautiful. Well, every Mcr song is beautiful, in their own way. It's one of the reasons why I love this band so much; every&amp;nbsp;track sounds different, and every&amp;nbsp;track has meaning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The TKFY video is rumoured to be fake, although the website claims it's MCRoffical-approved. Personally, I think it looks fanmade, but I can't be sure. It shows numerous clips from different concerts and performances Mcr has staged, and there's even small parts from the Bullets era. Most of it is from the Danger Days era though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can see, from the five-minute video, how the band (Gerard, especially) has changed. I'm so proud of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-671304201191305576?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/671304201191305576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=671304201191305576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/671304201191305576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/671304201191305576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2012/01/we-are-kids-from-yesterday.html' title='We are the kids from yesterday.'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-1108409019166827255</id><published>2012-01-13T15:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T15:45:55.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>699th post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as you can see, I edited some things on my blog. I added links, changed Welcome to the Black Parade lyrics to Remembering Sunday lyrics, enlarged my font size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually only wrote Dionne, Lianne and Tania's urls under 'Links' initially, but then that would look pathetic, so I added Emily and Zijun! LOL. Most of my readers actually come from Dionne's blog, and a smaller portion come from Lianne's and Tania's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also like to promote Elaine and Jiams' blogshop! I hope you won't assume I'm being biased or anything, because I'm really not. These two are two of the sweetest people I know (maybe Elaine, I can't say the same about Jiams hahaha) and they're selling pretty things like pendants, bags, tops and wallets at reaaally low prices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They get the goods from a supplier and they don't make much; I believe it's out of the goodness of their souls :') I ordered a pendant and a wallet, both of which will be coming very soon! (Jiams says in about another two days) I haven't seen them yet, but like they write on their blog, they are 100% trustworthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To contact them,&lt;br /&gt;Elaine: jade_jelaineade@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;Jiaminn: jiaminn_2202@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-1108409019166827255?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/1108409019166827255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=1108409019166827255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/1108409019166827255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/1108409019166827255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2012/01/699th-post-well-as-you-can-see-i-edited.html' title=''/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-1905285299437216523</id><published>2012-01-12T21:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T21:14:27.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One day, we'll grow up and be kids</title><content type='html'>Just edited my bio; I feel like I'm giving away too much about myself now. Most of it's also about my musical preferences, but honestly I can't think of anything else to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elaine came over today and we sent in our JAE admission applications together online. I changed my mind about going to poly; my first choice is Tampines Junior College. I feel really upset that I can't go to a better JC, but I only have myself to blame for not putting in enough effort in my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did enjoy my secondary school life; I don't regret most of it, but ugh. Anyway, no more crying over spilt milk. I just hope I can make it to my ideal course in uni :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and did I mention Elaine started to feel unwell while at my house, so she went home early? And she texted me an hour ago to say she's having a high fever now. Oh my :3 I really hope it wasn't something to do with my house! And of course I hope she gets well soon :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-1905285299437216523?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/1905285299437216523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=1905285299437216523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/1905285299437216523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/1905285299437216523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2012/01/one-day-well-grow-up-and-be-kids.html' title='One day, we&apos;ll grow up and be kids'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-2986892954325462397</id><published>2012-01-11T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T10:49:07.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players."</title><content type='html'>Up till yesterday night, I was pretty sure I was going to Tampines Jc. Most of the people I know are choosing jc, and it just seems risky to go to poly. And then Lynchua called me and pyscho-ed me into choosing Sp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm really confused as to what I should do, because I didn't do well at all- In my opinion I got a shitty score- and so it's either I go to a bad Jc, or Sp, which my mom says is the best poly. She told me she won't let me go to any other poly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I like Sp too. It seems like a good environment, but then again, I'll never know until I get there. What's stopping me is that I've always heard that your chances of getting into a university are much lower if you go to a poly instead of a Jc, and also the fact that you get to wear your own clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really want to wear my own clothes to school- like Lynchua said last night on the phone, it'll feel like everyone else has 365 sets of clothes. I'm no fashionista either, I love the t-shirt, jeans and sneakers combination more than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of getting a stack of band tees and wearing a different one everyday :p Monday could be MCR, Tuesday could be The Cab, Wednesday could be We Are The In Crowd, Thursday could be The Beatles, Friday could be Foster the People!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, the course Lynchua tried to psycho me into going to is Creative Writing in TV and New Media. Like her, writing is all I can see myself doing. I've never done well in anything else, and I'm 90% sure that it's gonna be what I'll do when I grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I'm just so annoyed. I don't know where to go :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-2986892954325462397?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/2986892954325462397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=2986892954325462397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/2986892954325462397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/2986892954325462397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2012/01/all-worlds-stage-and-all-men-and-women.html' title='&quot;All the world&apos;s a stage, and all the men and women merely players.&quot;'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-763487961921467026</id><published>2012-01-09T10:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T10:13:53.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't love you, like I did yesterday</title><content type='html'>So we're getting our results in about four hours. My heart speeds up really quick everytime I think about it ): Isn't it just nerve-wrecking? That one, tiny little number will change everything and determine how the next chapter of your life goes. Everything that you've put in for the last four years all comes down to this day. To put it lightly, it scares the shit out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past two months of holidaying has been amazing. I've been to Taiwan, I've been catching up with friends, and the best part of it all is probably playing out all my albums every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's crazy, and also really rare, to feel so carefree, and how I wish I didn't have to lose this feeling once school starts again. I know I'm really going to miss listening to all my albums everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten to know a lot of bands over the holidays, like Matt &amp;amp; Kim, Bowling for Soup, All Time Low, Foster the People, The Cab and Green Day. I know Green Day's been around for a reaaaaally long time, but it wasn't until recently that I started listening to them properly. Before I bought American Idiot, I only knew about four of their songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC is going to be tough, but I will survive :) After coming home from the poly open houses, I lightly hinted to my parents that I was interested in going to poly, and immediately they both started on lengthy speeches on why I should go to JC. In short, that means I'm not allowed to go to poly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, either way, I'll have regrets. Going to the poly open houses, I realised the people who go to polys become much more mature and open-minded, as compared to those in JCs. (I'm making a general statement here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I go to JC, there's a high chance I'll regret it because I won't be having as much fun as those in polys. If I go to a poly, there's also a high chance I'll regret it if it gets stressful and I realise I could've gone to JC but opted for poly instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it all depends on what my l1r5 is :/ I will definitely jump for joy if I get a single digit. Asdfghjkl I'm so nervous now. OH and Zhouyang promised to give me 2 bucks for every A I get &amp;gt;:) I'm so getting 16 bucks. Hahaha NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, Teenagers is on The Black Parade now. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-763487961921467026?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/763487961921467026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=763487961921467026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/763487961921467026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/763487961921467026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-dont-love-you-like-i-did-yesterday.html' title='I don&apos;t love you, like I did yesterday'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-3743990509039128557</id><published>2012-01-06T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T23:18:28.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I walk this empty street, on the boulevard of broken dreams</title><content type='html'>I loooooove the album American Idiot. It's sooooo amazing. Billie Joe's voice, and Mike Dirnt and Tre Cool... asdfghjkl. Did I mention I love American Idiot? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent Jan 4 at home I think. One of my favourite things to do these days when I get up is to put on an album or two. Y'know, start the day right. And then while it's playing I like to play with eyeliner. It's so fun to look scary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then it doesn't get so fun when I look at people like Billie Joe Armstrong- 40 years old, and when he puts on eyeliner he looks drop-dead gorgeous. Really. If I didn't know Green Day at all I would think he was 25. Heck, I'd prolly believe it if you told me he was 18 D: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, me and Jiams went to Dionne's house :) Elaine couldn't make it. We picked Dionne's little brother Derek from school. He's so chubby now, as compared to when I first saw him three years ago. AND HE DOESN'T REMEMBER MEH. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a really long while of trying to guess who I was (we even told him my name begins with 'Z' and has four letters) he actually said, "ZACK?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had spaghetti for lunch, courtesy of Dionne's cute grandmother :D Then me, Dionne, Jiams and Derek played Monopoly Deal. Derek is a drama queen HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Monopoly Deal, Jiaminn insisted on watching Step Up 3. I failed to convince her that Step Up 2 is much better :( Unfortunately for her, Step Up 3 refused to load properly. We had to pause it and play this online singing game thing that judges your pitch and tells you what your 'standard' is. Derek owned it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even after we finished the game, Step Up 3 was still lagging! So we watched Step Up 2 instead :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Andie I love Chace I love Tyler Gage I love Fly I love Monster I love Cable I love Missy I even love Tuck and Blake and Felicia but most of all I LOVE MOOSE. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today me and Jiamsy went to Singapore Poly's open house. Pam came to find us after a while :) She was insistent on getting&amp;nbsp;the free goodie bag LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for three different tours, the one I wanted was Mass Media &amp;amp; Communications, the one Jiams wanted was IT Media and Design (I think) and the one Pam wanted was Business. We also somehow ended up going for the Tourism/F&amp;amp;B tour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all agreed that the most fun tour was Mass Media &amp;amp; Communications :) I would love to go to SP, but thanks to the unfair education system, only the top 10% cohort of&amp;nbsp; poly students get to go to universities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, if you go to JC and slog two years, it's a clearer path to uni. That leaves me, and most other secondary students, with no choice but to go to JC, unless you're prepared to mug like crap in poly and risk not going to uni. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I'm not really sure what I want to do with my life. I know I'd like to go into Mass Comm, but my ambitions are blurry. I basically like writing nearly anything though. Short stories, songs, poems, even blogging :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, 'o' level results will be out in less than 3 days. I pray I get into the JC I want to go to D: And please let me meet nice people in JC! Haha I mainly want to meet people with the same taste in music as me :') &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to Wake Me Up When September Ends. It must be one of the beautiful songs I've ever heard. This album is amazing; I'll definitely be listening much more to Green Day from now on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DkJrabbelcM/Twb2m0J1NoI/AAAAAAAACrg/aPGPhjDf-iA/s1600/IMG_1972.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DkJrabbelcM/Twb2m0J1NoI/AAAAAAAACrg/aPGPhjDf-iA/s320/IMG_1972.PNG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rian's brother Chase injured his shins and Rian asked Zack to give Chase advice because Zack studied something to do with health in college. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gNRrBkzYdBo/Twb23vp2mqI/AAAAAAAACr4/4mBBUnQYw-M/s1600/IMG_2001.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gNRrBkzYdBo/Twb23vp2mqI/AAAAAAAACr4/4mBBUnQYw-M/s320/IMG_2001.PNG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guess who? It's Lindsey Way and her and Gerard's daughter Bandit. I love this picture :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TjoJ5tuW5lI/Twb26TTpBvI/AAAAAAAACsA/2tXuDBMmk4c/s1600/IMG_2002.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TjoJ5tuW5lI/Twb26TTpBvI/AAAAAAAACsA/2tXuDBMmk4c/s320/IMG_2002.PNG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ray when he was a kid asdfghjkl sooooooo cute.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3vsgqLQGoG8/Twb2_d1S1tI/AAAAAAAACsI/WwJ_WTTqEq4/s1600/IMG_2004.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3vsgqLQGoG8/Twb2_d1S1tI/AAAAAAAACsI/WwJ_WTTqEq4/s320/IMG_2004.PNG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w7K1DVRBVEE/Twb3CS9pHFI/AAAAAAAACsQ/HjA8-TUY5ws/s1600/IMG_2006.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w7K1DVRBVEE/Twb3CS9pHFI/AAAAAAAACsQ/HjA8-TUY5ws/s320/IMG_2006.PNG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My phone wallpaper. It's lovely. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HJ4q9My1zNs/Twb3Mdb8YEI/AAAAAAAACsY/ZZLhqluHdyA/s1600/IMG_2011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HJ4q9My1zNs/Twb3Mdb8YEI/AAAAAAAACsY/ZZLhqluHdyA/s320/IMG_2011.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stickys that Jiams and Elaine bought for me as a belated birthday present!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-muTN8o-zU7M/Twb3NtOGV2I/AAAAAAAACsg/n57daZNRjmU/s1600/IMG_2014.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-muTN8o-zU7M/Twb3NtOGV2I/AAAAAAAACsg/n57daZNRjmU/s320/IMG_2014.PNG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My phone screensaver&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ojcWdMiFyEQ/Twb3Of0wRXI/AAAAAAAACsk/s-CaeibwNaw/s1600/IMG_2015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ojcWdMiFyEQ/Twb3Of0wRXI/AAAAAAAACsk/s-CaeibwNaw/s320/IMG_2015.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Facebook profile pic&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o2KOkaJeNW0/Twb3PGMgWcI/AAAAAAAACss/0buhn7oafa8/s1600/IMG_2017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="261" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o2KOkaJeNW0/Twb3PGMgWcI/AAAAAAAACss/0buhn7oafa8/s320/IMG_2017.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;EMILIO DOSAL. One of the most talented dancers I've ever seen, and he's also hot as hell. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g-vNtWq56AI/Twb4XZZOkhI/AAAAAAAACs4/XdGtNd696Jg/s1600/IMG_2034.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g-vNtWq56AI/Twb4XZZOkhI/AAAAAAAACs4/XdGtNd696Jg/s320/IMG_2034.PNG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7Fwll0ORMA/Twb4aJNW41I/AAAAAAAACtA/Fwxbu2DcQJM/s1600/IMG_2035.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7Fwll0ORMA/Twb4aJNW41I/AAAAAAAACtA/Fwxbu2DcQJM/s320/IMG_2035.PNG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The above two pictures are linked. It's way too funny omg. And note how Bieber's wearing a cap that says 'Ghetto'. What a poser -___-&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gUDMXbZJVjg/Twb4drbkOwI/AAAAAAAACtQ/WYVQlpd4YvQ/s1600/IMG_2041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gUDMXbZJVjg/Twb4drbkOwI/AAAAAAAACtQ/WYVQlpd4YvQ/s320/IMG_2041.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Elaine insisted on tying my hair this way LOL&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7dpa8OyRkpk/Twb4icNKVCI/AAAAAAAACtg/eIjVPlW4hIU/s1600/IMG_2062.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7dpa8OyRkpk/Twb4icNKVCI/AAAAAAAACtg/eIjVPlW4hIU/s320/IMG_2062.PNG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xXgGC3OQEwg/Twb4mURH49I/AAAAAAAACtw/iqkvOVyLmk8/s1600/IMG_2064.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xXgGC3OQEwg/Twb4mURH49I/AAAAAAAACtw/iqkvOVyLmk8/s320/IMG_2064.PNG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7YK_TTuvUvw/Twb4zpOl_UI/AAAAAAAACuA/sqxD7LyDcBY/s1600/IMG_2086.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7YK_TTuvUvw/Twb4zpOl_UI/AAAAAAAACuA/sqxD7LyDcBY/s320/IMG_2086.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The lady working at the tattoo place, signing a contract that Tania has to sign as well&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddZ5w_ZuBjk/Twb4-XsGGoI/AAAAAAAACuI/pT5776XcKug/s1600/IMG_2087.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddZ5w_ZuBjk/Twb4-XsGGoI/AAAAAAAACuI/pT5776XcKug/s320/IMG_2087.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tried to step into the tattoo room with Tania and the tattooist but the tattooist just smirked, said 'bye' and shut the door. Then I saw this sign :/&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿﻿&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CoTBBmXawJ8/Twb5B3A8ehI/AAAAAAAACuY/FdBEz0x3SB0/s1600/IMG_2109.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CoTBBmXawJ8/Twb5B3A8ehI/AAAAAAAACuY/FdBEz0x3SB0/s320/IMG_2109.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Red highlights :) I've had them removed already though&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BZFuMkZxmAM/Twb5FIjbGFI/AAAAAAAACug/2u_fFbT9UKQ/s1600/IMG_2110.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BZFuMkZxmAM/Twb5FIjbGFI/AAAAAAAACug/2u_fFbT9UKQ/s320/IMG_2110.PNG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mikey Way's infamous sparkly bass!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EAPgfp4_e_8/Twb5J24foZI/AAAAAAAACuo/9D-a6Tp85tw/s1600/IMG_2111.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EAPgfp4_e_8/Twb5J24foZI/AAAAAAAACuo/9D-a6Tp85tw/s320/IMG_2111.PNG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OapeoHilIEc/Twb5L-ons4I/AAAAAAAACu4/56p8EW0mg-Q/s1600/IMG_2116.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OapeoHilIEc/Twb5L-ons4I/AAAAAAAACu4/56p8EW0mg-Q/s320/IMG_2116.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emilio Dosal again :))))) I showed this picture to Natalie and apparently she told Dionne she was disappointed in my taste in guys. WHAT :'(&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qj4qJiR39Zw/Twb5MjwYlMI/AAAAAAAACu8/FO7cbG0wFME/s1600/IMG_2120.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qj4qJiR39Zw/Twb5MjwYlMI/AAAAAAAACu8/FO7cbG0wFME/s320/IMG_2120.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1_3BjUWkonU/Twb5OAUCYTI/AAAAAAAACvI/G6wcSYuHEKc/s1600/IMG_2125.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1_3BjUWkonU/Twb5OAUCYTI/AAAAAAAACvI/G6wcSYuHEKc/s320/IMG_2125.PNG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kM2E0l2IsMY/Twb5TfRquZI/AAAAAAAACvY/F358tXpiLh4/s1600/IMG_2131.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kM2E0l2IsMY/Twb5TfRquZI/AAAAAAAACvY/F358tXpiLh4/s320/IMG_2131.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The steamed pork buns me and Tania made at her place! I assure you, they taste much better than they look.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JMZOJEoRQNA/Twb5V2XMRSI/AAAAAAAACvg/lxtaHKEagg8/s1600/IMG_2136.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JMZOJEoRQNA/Twb5V2XMRSI/AAAAAAAACvg/lxtaHKEagg8/s320/IMG_2136.PNG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;At Birdwatchers' Inn in Taiwan. I somehow find this picture cool&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6wXawebG4W0/Twb5X_9LPuI/AAAAAAAACvo/1BJqKRwhbEQ/s1600/IMG_2139.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6wXawebG4W0/Twb5X_9LPuI/AAAAAAAACvo/1BJqKRwhbEQ/s320/IMG_2139.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-izprGGPA6S0/TwcBFS3-QgI/AAAAAAAAC14/aZI0KV-U_tc/s1600/IMG_2143.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-izprGGPA6S0/TwcBFS3-QgI/AAAAAAAAC14/aZI0KV-U_tc/s320/IMG_2143.PNG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Massive dance crew lmao. I think it's way too much, but it's amazing that they can even coordinate so well. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yifpVzQC0mU/TwcBH-CbdCI/AAAAAAAAC2E/U45T4LXJ3_k/s1600/IMG_2155.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yifpVzQC0mU/TwcBH-CbdCI/AAAAAAAAC2E/U45T4LXJ3_k/s1600/IMG_2155.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gexlTI_DCx0/TwcBJXnaFyI/AAAAAAAAC2Q/3ihmNEuRD1U/s1600/IMG_2156.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gexlTI_DCx0/TwcBJXnaFyI/AAAAAAAAC2Q/3ihmNEuRD1U/s320/IMG_2156.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Got bored one night&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zvqkLQAqIjg/TwcBK-GYwJI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/2AEwxJsZECE/s1600/IMG_2157.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zvqkLQAqIjg/TwcBK-GYwJI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/2AEwxJsZECE/s320/IMG_2157.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ogqMQ6gcns0/TwcBLlDp1aI/AAAAAAAAC2c/wk-6qC4eJfs/s1600/IMG_2162.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ogqMQ6gcns0/TwcBLlDp1aI/AAAAAAAAC2c/wk-6qC4eJfs/s320/IMG_2162.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;SO ADORKABLE.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J2mQBGwFCUE/TwcBMRGNj9I/AAAAAAAAC2k/jzPP4nAvFpo/s1600/IMG_2165.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J2mQBGwFCUE/TwcBMRGNj9I/AAAAAAAAC2k/jzPP4nAvFpo/s320/IMG_2165.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;In Taiwan&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uJ22dkwv_7o/TwcBNITbeNI/AAAAAAAAC2s/qm8r-vyvuvU/s1600/IMG_2166.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uJ22dkwv_7o/TwcBNITbeNI/AAAAAAAAC2s/qm8r-vyvuvU/s320/IMG_2166.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v78_Wg4vLPA/TwcBN6EODuI/AAAAAAAAC24/nrYxS_fpiI4/s1600/IMG_2167.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v78_Wg4vLPA/TwcBN6EODuI/AAAAAAAAC24/nrYxS_fpiI4/s320/IMG_2167.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just have to laugh everytime I see that guy next to me and Emily. He's like, I DON'T KNOW THEM. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vuCwdSZH_ZU/TwcBQDNzFsI/AAAAAAAAC28/pguqtnuKSQQ/s1600/IMG_2168.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="244" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vuCwdSZH_ZU/TwcBQDNzFsI/AAAAAAAAC28/pguqtnuKSQQ/s320/IMG_2168.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w6w3S2b2w8U/TwcBQv_6PtI/AAAAAAAAC3E/lNmgM5yserw/s1600/IMG_2169.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w6w3S2b2w8U/TwcBQv_6PtI/AAAAAAAAC3E/lNmgM5yserw/s320/IMG_2169.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eCl7Diwwhsc/TwcBk88m8nI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/F35vz-LXLuE/s1600/IMG_2170.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eCl7Diwwhsc/TwcBk88m8nI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/F35vz-LXLuE/s320/IMG_2170.JPG" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I usually don't think pictures do a celebrity justice, but this is great :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-Mufj8QrPw/TwcBtfx4IDI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/L9DMPPIHNBw/s1600/IMG_2171.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-Mufj8QrPw/TwcBtfx4IDI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/L9DMPPIHNBw/s320/IMG_2171.JPG" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ta-dah, Alex in high school!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hf_d9OhLtLY/TwcBxlBqE-I/AAAAAAAAC3g/pwRlCPn84kc/s1600/IMG_2183.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hf_d9OhLtLY/TwcBxlBqE-I/AAAAAAAAC3g/pwRlCPn84kc/s320/IMG_2183.PNG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;MCR in Every Snowflake's Different &amp;lt;3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q12Vs7OK-Lc/TwcByktZOpI/AAAAAAAAC3o/Qi8qLle53uA/s1600/IMG_2189.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q12Vs7OK-Lc/TwcByktZOpI/AAAAAAAAC3o/Qi8qLle53uA/s320/IMG_2189.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I went to my dad's fish farm, we stopped over at a floating seafood 'restaurant' for lunch :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8D3PhKKT_80/TwcB06CHcqI/AAAAAAAAC3w/k72-wanWIUY/s1600/IMG_2191.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8D3PhKKT_80/TwcB06CHcqI/AAAAAAAAC3w/k72-wanWIUY/s320/IMG_2191.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCm2AunPHnw/TwcB16Yq8eI/AAAAAAAAC34/9MJEVZa_wvo/s1600/IMG_2190.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCm2AunPHnw/TwcB16Yq8eI/AAAAAAAAC34/9MJEVZa_wvo/s320/IMG_2190.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UQNpQsOjAh0/TwcB3fM9wCI/AAAAAAAAC4A/id5dtB8yAG0/s1600/IMG_2192.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UQNpQsOjAh0/TwcB3fM9wCI/AAAAAAAAC4A/id5dtB8yAG0/s320/IMG_2192.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spent the night on the farm and woke up the next morning to this :D&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1T9qI7zeVWM/TwcB4s6pdbI/AAAAAAAAC4I/-Nia2OrfV34/s1600/IMG_2193.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1T9qI7zeVWM/TwcB4s6pdbI/AAAAAAAAC4I/-Nia2OrfV34/s320/IMG_2193.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The hyperactive farmdog, Crack! The others call him Govi though. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cF6soe009JY/TwcB50f_YEI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/ZSH9rUHthE4/s1600/IMG_2195.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cF6soe009JY/TwcB50f_YEI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/ZSH9rUHthE4/s320/IMG_2195.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-guBz9yG6WRI/TwcB8DAIUII/AAAAAAAAC4Y/zZbrQy3BM44/s1600/IMG_2194.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-guBz9yG6WRI/TwcB8DAIUII/AAAAAAAAC4Y/zZbrQy3BM44/s320/IMG_2194.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fishing bait- mussels, tiny fish. It's gross. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nbBQAGO_R94/TwcB_WNvSpI/AAAAAAAAC4o/qmAoRWyGLhU/s1600/IMG_2233.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nbBQAGO_R94/TwcB_WNvSpI/AAAAAAAAC4o/qmAoRWyGLhU/s320/IMG_2233.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pictures from Taiwan~&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tt4Bh3eCSNs/TwcCBI3ICmI/AAAAAAAAC4w/THbYr5dStkU/s1600/IMG_2234.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tt4Bh3eCSNs/TwcCBI3ICmI/AAAAAAAAC4w/THbYr5dStkU/s320/IMG_2234.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lianne says she likes this picture, me too!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BVchE4Bvdss/TwcCCL8S4pI/AAAAAAAAC44/Q39F6c14W6E/s1600/IMG_2240.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BVchE4Bvdss/TwcCCL8S4pI/AAAAAAAAC44/Q39F6c14W6E/s320/IMG_2240.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XkhaTMXaajk/TwcCJVs6tBI/AAAAAAAAC5A/3JTAdwyqaek/s1600/IMG_2242.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XkhaTMXaajk/TwcCJVs6tBI/AAAAAAAAC5A/3JTAdwyqaek/s320/IMG_2242.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've never seen such a huge crab in my life. Apparently it's an Alaskan crab.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtWAeLsNeuY/TwcBCqNWu5I/AAAAAAAAC1w/JnCkazaOae8/s1600/IMG_2142.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtWAeLsNeuY/TwcBCqNWu5I/AAAAAAAAC1w/JnCkazaOae8/s320/IMG_2142.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yqGfMCwjlPA/TwcCKZ9hXwI/AAAAAAAAC5I/6g1xogdiiEI/s1600/IMG_2243.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yqGfMCwjlPA/TwcCKZ9hXwI/AAAAAAAAC5I/6g1xogdiiEI/s320/IMG_2243.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-86LKQzXosA8/TwcCLq-r4EI/AAAAAAAAC5M/pe_uu0rShf8/s1600/IMG_2250.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-86LKQzXosA8/TwcCLq-r4EI/AAAAAAAAC5M/pe_uu0rShf8/s320/IMG_2250.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Jiams were fighting over my phone but paused to pose for the camera&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mu__QuN-qms/TwcCNMcIykI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/5VVcatEkagY/s1600/IMG_2258.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mu__QuN-qms/TwcCNMcIykI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/5VVcatEkagY/s320/IMG_2258.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like this 'dress' a lot but it's 59. Cheh, I could buy something like this in Taiwan for like less than 10!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ia_8zY-aKzQ/TwcCOgbJRcI/AAAAAAAAC5g/uJ7FYK7MJd0/s1600/IMG_2259.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ia_8zY-aKzQ/TwcCOgbJRcI/AAAAAAAAC5g/uJ7FYK7MJd0/s320/IMG_2259.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I swear I'm not fat. It's the thick shorts I was wearing underneath + my posture that caused that bulge LOL&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UusmrxO5PAc/TwcCZdewxcI/AAAAAAAAC5o/AWkTBYZqcdo/s1600/IMG_2260.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UusmrxO5PAc/TwcCZdewxcI/AAAAAAAAC5o/AWkTBYZqcdo/s320/IMG_2260.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Topshop jeans that I've always wanted!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2dJQP3tf1vE/TwcCa5MvvCI/AAAAAAAAC5w/Gew0ixaikoc/s1600/IMG_2261.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2dJQP3tf1vE/TwcCa5MvvCI/AAAAAAAAC5w/Gew0ixaikoc/s320/IMG_2261.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The lyric booklet for American Idiot. It's the coolest I've ever owned *___*&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tymPPTav4SY/TwcCcbbG0yI/AAAAAAAAC54/0MjoRxVmfJs/s1600/IMG_2262.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tymPPTav4SY/TwcCcbbG0yI/AAAAAAAAC54/0MjoRxVmfJs/s320/IMG_2262.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fH_74SqwGUg/TwcCdKGGusI/AAAAAAAAC6A/0JZrL3fppRc/s1600/IMG_2273.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fH_74SqwGUg/TwcCdKGGusI/AAAAAAAAC6A/0JZrL3fppRc/s320/IMG_2273.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dun dun dun, me with eyeliner! I rarely ever post a self-picture.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'll be off before I have second thoughts about posting this picture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;BYE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-3743990509039128557?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/3743990509039128557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=3743990509039128557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/3743990509039128557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/3743990509039128557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-walk-this-empty-street-on-boulevard.html' title='I walk this empty street, on the boulevard of broken dreams'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DkJrabbelcM/Twb2m0J1NoI/AAAAAAAACrg/aPGPhjDf-iA/s72-c/IMG_1972.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-5182153886685718897</id><published>2012-01-03T21:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T18:14:49.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting til the war's won</title><content type='html'>Right, I'm pretty darn mad now because of two things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, I can't go to Foster the People's concert on the 14th this month because my mom isn't letting me go if I'm going alone. I'm not really mad at her actually- I'm more mad about the fact that I can't find anyone to go with me :/ I kind of agree with her that it's unsafe to go alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I don't know what to do. I desperately want to go. Tickets are $85 and that's really cheap for a concert. Bookings are still open too, even though the concert's only in 11 days! If I miss this chance, they'll probably come back in maybe a few years' time, and tickets will be more expensive too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two, I can't find The Cab's second album, Symphony Soldier, anywhere. I rang up That Cd Shop, Hmv, Gramophone, and none of them carry the album. Like, WHAT. And I get even more annoyed when I can't find a particular album. I start wanting the album even more, and it irritates me! Haha I don't know how to explain it. It's like good food. The more you can't have it, the more you want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I loooove Symphony Soldier. It's amazing. I wanted it as soon as I read that AbsolutePunk called it a 'masterpiece', because I trust critics' taste. And it's had a very, very positive critical reception. Asdfghjkl if someone can find me Symphony Soldier, I will love them forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so I typed the above yesterday and didn't finish it because I went to various cd shop websites to get their contacts. This morning I rang up each shop and none of them have Symphony Soldier, ugh. I'm starting to wonder just how many copies of that album there are in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's my last resort- downloading the entire album into my phone, which is what I'm doing right now. I want the album so bad :'( Plus Symphony Soldier is probably the most mainstream album I've ever wanted, how can it be so hard to find?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on to merrier stuff. What did you do on New Year's Eve? (Not like you can answer that) I went to Safra with Jiaminn around the afternoon. We bowled and it was really embarrassing because we were both really bad at it. I got 48 and she got 28. Lost count of how many gutter balls we got hahaha. This indian family next to us kept looking over as well :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were really funny because their young son was bowling as well, but he used the side-barrier thingums, so he got 83 points. And everytime he scored like a 6, 7 or 8, the adults would be like, "7 points, that's VERY GOOD!" -slaps on the back- -ruffle on the head- The enthusiasm in their tones was... excessive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, you guys should've seen the family when the boy got a strike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we played pool, it was really fun! A lot more fun than I expected. We played three games I think, and then we got hungry and took a bus to Bedok Food Centre to eat xiaolongbao. It was great -thumbs up-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentally, I met Lifang and Zhenying there before we started eating, and later I went to Lifang's house. I was mainly reading her copy of Breaking Dawn while listening to her copy of Green Day's American Idiot. I liked it a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was actually a pretty normal day for New Year's Eve. After that I found out my parents were actually at home. They decided to stay home at the last minute to countdown instead of going to Marina Bay like they originally planned. So I went home just in time to watch the countdown on tv. The performances were crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of performers chose to do most of the worst pop songs of the year (eg. Love you like a love song) and there was this girl called Inch Chua (what kind of a name is Inch anyway) who sang really awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then before I knew it, it was 2012! I hope it's gonna be a good year :) After the countdown my dad and I watched Inception. It still blew my mind away as fast as it did when I first watched it in the cinemas. Love Inception, it's probably one of the best films of my generation &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first day of the year, I stayed home and played with my laptop. Yeah, I really did. I have no life :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kind of like a hangover day, with no alcohol. I slept really late the night before (yes, 2am is considered an ungodly hour to me) so I recuperated at home on 1st Jan. Kind of sad, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day of the year, I went out with my family to eat at Thai Village at Kallang Leisure Park. I know it's cruel to eat shark's fins but I can't help but be selfish and say it's reaaaally nice :/ I heard from someone that the sharks' fins we eat are actually fake. I hope they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch I went to the same Safra I went to with Jiams on New Year's Eve, to find Dionne, Jiaminn and Elaine. They were bowling, and all three of them were doing a lot better than Jiams and I did the previous time! We played pool and basketball later, after having overpriced cup noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty fun, but I regret not bringing a hairtie because my hair kept getting in my face. We were also being really mean to Elaine hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went out with Lianne. We arranged to meet at 9 so we could have lots of time, and I was supposed to give her a wake-up call at 7.30am but I woke up 10 minutes late. I grabbed my phone to call her and when she answered and I started talking, I was horrified to find I sounded terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how in stories people who just wake up have sexy voices? Yeah well I sounded like I swallowed a horse, so... myth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we met we went to eat at Mac's for breakfast, then we went to ATB and hopped on a bus 22. Halfway, we decided it didn't seem like we were going anywhere nice so we alighted and got on the next bus that came. I can't remember the number but it was a 70-something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We alighted when Lianne spotted Nex, and then we went to look around there. I think it was my first time at Nex. It's okay I guess, there are nice shops there and it's not crowded at all. There were a lot of students loitering around though. -suspicious- It was the first day of school and it was only around 12, so we didn't see why there should be students there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got on another random bus that brought us near Macpherson Mrt. On the bus, there was a guy sitting alone at the back. Lianne and I were camwhoring with her camera. It's the kind that has a screen attached to it so you can see how you look in the camera (I have no idea what it's called- I'm a nub at cameras) and I jokingly zoomed the camera in on the guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he actually looked back at the screen! I quickly handed the camera over to Lianne HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a lot of bengs hanging around Macpherson, it was kinda scary. Lianne said when we walked past a bunch of them, she heard someone saying "Hi, hi, hi" but she couldn't tell if it was directed at us and just kept walking faster. I didn't hear anything o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the mrt to Orchard, and spent the rest of the day shopping around. We also went to A&amp;amp;F, it was our first time there but I didn't think the clothes were that nice. They actually mostly looked the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lianne wanted to take a picture with the topless male model standing at the door because she wanted the Polaroid that came with it (She likes photography a lot) but I didn't want to because it was so awkward hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end she took a photo alone with him. It was really funny because when he took her arm and put it around his waist, she pulled back a little and he actually said to her, "Now don't be nervous," and proceeded to put his own arm around her LOOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Hmv Somerset, I bought Green Day's seventh album American Idiot &amp;lt;33 I listened to it just now, it's pretty darn good! Plus it was on sale, so 12 bucks for about 20 songs is reaaaally worth it. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also bought a dress for Chinese New Year. It's a nice mix between beige and grey, knee-length, and there are two front pockets and buttons from top to bottom. I don't have a picture of it and I'm lazy to take one :) &amp;nbsp;I really like it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post pictures I promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-5182153886685718897?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/5182153886685718897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=5182153886685718897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/5182153886685718897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/5182153886685718897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2012/01/fighting-til-wars-won.html' title='Fighting til the war&apos;s won'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-2540157728729788869</id><published>2012-01-01T16:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T16:37:48.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And every day that you want to wake up, that you want to wake, you can</title><content type='html'>My title's from an inspirational song called Waste by Foster the People :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2011,&lt;br /&gt;I gained 3kg&lt;br /&gt;I grew 1cm&lt;br /&gt;I got contacts&lt;br /&gt;I sat for my GCE 'O' levels&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with coffee&lt;br /&gt;I went on a holiday with friends&amp;nbsp;without my parents&lt;br /&gt;I went to Taiwan for the first time&lt;br /&gt;I tried the infamous smelly tofu for the first time&lt;br /&gt;I bought chewing gum&lt;br /&gt;I got red hair highlights&lt;br /&gt;I got kicked out from a showflat for being a nuisance&lt;br /&gt;I broke my iphone screen&lt;br /&gt;I bought dresses&lt;br /&gt;I went to Queensway Mall for the first time&lt;br /&gt;I bought an album that wasn't MCR's&lt;br /&gt;I skipped school to study at a library&lt;br /&gt;I graduated from Anglican High School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's a short list :/ I really racked my brains trying to think of things I've done this year that I've never done before, but I can't think of&amp;nbsp;a lot, excluding Taiwan because there were a lot of 'first-times' there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year Resolutions:&lt;br /&gt;1. Save more money to buy albums&lt;br /&gt;2. Go to a concert&lt;br /&gt;3. Be less 'blur'&lt;br /&gt;4. Improve my terrible sense of direction&lt;br /&gt;5. Work hard, play hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Resolution #2, I really want to go to Foster the People's concert on 14th Jan, but my mom won't let me unless I have friends going with me. Asdfghjkl I want to seeeeee them. Plus tickets are relatively cheap as well, $85 for general admission. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I miss this chance and FTP comes back in a few years' time, tickets are definitely gonna be more expensive since they'd have gained more popularity by then. Ugh, I wish I could go. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-2540157728729788869?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/2540157728729788869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=2540157728729788869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/2540157728729788869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/2540157728729788869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2012/01/and-every-day-that-you-want-to-wake-up.html' title='And every day that you want to wake up, that you want to wake, you can'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-7488214642333843770</id><published>2011-12-30T14:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T14:02:49.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I took a sip of something poison but I'll hold on tight</title><content type='html'>I'm back again! Boxing day was spent with my family, we went to Kallang Leisure Park for lunch at some restaurant called Thai Village or something like that. I can't remember its name :3 &lt;br /&gt;Well then we went to Marina Bay to walk around and my mom and I went to take a look around Louis Vuitton on the way. My mom: "This is how the rich spend their money." True dat. The stuff was all ridiculously fancy. Dinner was steamboat. I've never really liked steamboat much; my favourite thing there was prolly the chicken rice.&lt;br /&gt;On the 27th I went with Elaine to watch Sherlock Holmes at Orchard Lido. It was great! Everything was ingeniously written and Robert Downey Jr and Jude Law did really great impressions of Sherlock and John. The ending was brilliant. If you haven't caught it yet, you need to ;)&lt;br /&gt;28th, I met up with Lifang :D I hadn't seen her for over a month since she went to China. And she bought me this ultra cute white dog that I've now named Snowy and which has taken up residence on the right side of my bed. He's adorkable. &lt;br /&gt;We originally planned to have lunch at the cafe at White Sands' library but it was closed D: So we took a bus from the interchange to parkway. Lunch was pastamania, and when the food came I was so sure I wouldn't be full at all, seeing as it was a tiny portion and I was completely starving, but I ended up feeling like a beach whale. It was that bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's cause it was cheesy and thick and wholemeal, but... ugh. I never felt so sick of cheese in my life. We managed to make our way to Gramophone without reproducing our lunch. And I am officially unhappy with Gramophone. Five times I asked if they had any albums by five different bands, and five times they said no. The blonde guy didn't even check his computer! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Any Matt &amp;amp; Kim?"&lt;br /&gt;-stares at me- "No." &lt;br /&gt;"Any Bowling for Soup?" &lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolwut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's not like I wanted Asking Alexandria or something. The bands I named were all pretty well-known. They have none of ATL's albums islandwide either, except for Dirty Work, which I'm not so interested in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on my sixth try, they finally had a band I was looking for, and it was Foster the People. They just released their debut album, Torches. I got that album, and then played it three times straight the next morning. Yep it's that good. I like FTP. Lifang got a Green Day album, and the soundtrack to some movie. And we got ice-cream, and Lifang got a taiwanese drama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My New Zealand's Natural ice-cream started dripping once I got it, and I had to ask for a cup (I also had to pay an extra 70 cents for it -___-) and a spoon, and then I dunked my ice-cream inside, with the cone sticking out awkwardly. It was my first time eating it too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I also bought&amp;nbsp;a really cute little calender and a bunch of pretty post-its for the gift exchange me, Dionne, Jiams and Elaine had on the 30th. Can't remember if I bought anything else, but my favourite buy was definitely my FTP album. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want two other albums now- Green Day's American Idiot and The Cab's Symphony Soldier. I'm thinking of&amp;nbsp;trying to find&amp;nbsp;a Matt &amp;amp; Kim album as well, though I think that'll be a little harder because they're not really that well-known. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 29th, I met up with Yueyao and Nigel! We went to Ikea, which is the same place we went to on the day our 'o' levels ended, 14th November. I always have lots of fun when&amp;nbsp;I go out with these two because we have the same sense of humour and everything&amp;nbsp;I see just&amp;nbsp;seems a whole lot funnier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate twice&amp;nbsp;and hung around Ikea doing dumb stuff :) Oh and Yueyao was saying that I have to watch this taiwanese drama called In Time With You, so she was enthusiastically telling me, "It's a romance story" and Nigel said sarcastically, "Surprise!" I know it doesn't sound funny but it was reaaally funny at that time! -awkward silence- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that we went to Nigel's house. His dad and sister were there in the same room so we didn't make a lot of noise. We watched Nigahiga videos hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 30th was me, Dionne, Jiaminn and Elaine's mini post-christmas outing! We wanted more people to come, but most of them couldn't make it in the end D: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to cycle instead. It was fun but it got really tiring after a while. My butt was sore from the lousy rented bicycle seats and I got a blister on my right thumb, no idea how it got there. I haven't cycled in a long while so I forgot how fun it was :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we had cup noodles at the bicycle rental shop, and then we went for dinner at BBQ Chicken, E!hub. I got honey roasted chicken with coleslaw and mashed potato. Dionne got the same side dishes as me but they&amp;nbsp;made a mistake and gave us french fries instead of coleslaw. When we told them, they gave us coleslaw but didn't take back the fries, so we had 3 side dishes :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner turned out to be really filling. We did our gift exchange there and Jiams made us all shout 'MERRY CHRISTMAS' to one another on the count of three. Needless to say, we got quite a few stares HAHA. We drew lots to determine who got what present and I got Dionne's while Dionne got mine, and vice versa for Jiams and Elaine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a pretty brown bracelet, photo frame and this thing that looks like a stud and can be inserted into a jack (preferably iPhone's) for decoration purposes. Dionne received my cute little calender and post-its of course, and Jiams got two different boxes of chocolates and something else from Elaine, while Elaine got socks and I-can't-remember-what-else from Jiams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like my presents :) I also got a really pretty notebook from Dionne as a belated birthday present (three months belated LOL). I feel bad that people have been giving me gifts and I'm too broke now to buy anything nice for them :/ I didn't even buy anything for anyone other than my family from my trip to Taiwan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall make amends next year :3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and HAPPY NEW YEAR! 2011 has actually been a pretty great year, thanks to all my friends and family :) You're all special and I love you guys &amp;lt;3 Count your blessings, be happy with what you've got, and remember life's too short to always be unhappy. SMILE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-7488214642333843770?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/7488214642333843770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=7488214642333843770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/7488214642333843770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/7488214642333843770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-took-sip-of-something-poison-but-ill.html' title='I took a sip of something poison but I&apos;ll hold on tight'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-1600985588657598515</id><published>2011-12-24T16:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T16:36:30.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But baby where they knock you down and out, is where you oughta stay</title><content type='html'>Right, so I just came home from my dad's fish farm... We went there in the afternoon and spent a night there. There's really nothing much to do there, unless you're into fishing, staring at the sea, stuff like that. It's okay though. But sleeping there was hellish, because the four of us had to share one bed and my dad snores really loudly.&amp;nbsp;I barely slept at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really feel that tired now though. Maybe cause&amp;nbsp;I just had awesome pancakes from the stall downstairs &amp;gt;:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, my parents and my brother are&amp;nbsp;going to my brother's church later. Well, it's kind of like my mom wants me to go and I don't really want to. I don't really have such good impressions of churches, or rather, the people in them... no offense to any christians, I'm just generalising here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, I just remembered. MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE. I keep forgetting it's Christmas Eve.&amp;nbsp;Not really in a festive mood this year :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, three days ago, me and Jiaminn went to Little India together because she wanted to get henna. I wanted to get it too but my mom told me beforehand not to get any done, darn. We both felt really unsafe in a place so&amp;nbsp;unfamiliar ahaha. There were very few chinese around too, so we felt like we were in someplace foreign. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the traffic there is crazy, people just jaywalk freely and expect vehicles to brake on their behalf. And in turn, people drive like madmen. Jiaminn and I got out of there before the sun started setting and we went to The Soup Spoon at City Hall for dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then window-shopped after that. Topshop was having a sale but the stuff there's never really been my cup of tea, except for their coloured jeans. Ohoh and we saw this shirt that said 'RELAX' and next to it was another shirt that said 'Shut Up'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiams told me she should get the 'Shut Up' shirt because I always talk too much, and I should get the 'RELAX' shirt lolol. And I do not talk too much! But anyway neither of us got the shirts in the end D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before, I met Tania on her off-day. Original plan was to have lunch and go to her place to do song covers but we went to&amp;nbsp;watch a movie first, Mission Impossible: Ghost Protocol. It was great, surprisingly! Entertaining, not-that-cliched, good effects. If you haven't watched it already, you should!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Subway where there was a cute guy manning the counter. I thought he was kinda cute initially, then he smiled and I was like O.O then :))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah I'm just kidding, I definitely didn't smile like that, that would be creepy. We sat down and started eating and somehow Tania's meatball marinara decided to show its ugly side... it literally looked like trash! The more I looked at it, the more I felt like puking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Tania spotted a baby cockroach on the wall next to a stack of bread. -shakes finger- We were staring at it until one other Subway colleague noticed it too, and he/she nudged the cute Subway guy who used his fast reflexes to kill the thing with one blow! Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to Tania's place with the intention of doing and recording a song cover, but as usual, we didn't get anything done. Haha it was the same case with this previous time when we practised Ne-Yo's Because of You but didn't record it in the end as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of post; I think it's safe to say you can expect a picture post soon... But don't expect much!&lt;br /&gt;I will see you cats on the flip-flop, laterrrrr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-1600985588657598515?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/1600985588657598515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=1600985588657598515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/1600985588657598515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/1600985588657598515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/12/but-baby-where-they-knock-you-down-and.html' title='But baby where they knock you down and out, is where you oughta stay'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-6361659139660231917</id><published>2011-12-17T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T21:50:09.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asdfghjkl</title><content type='html'>Right,&amp;nbsp;don't say I didn't warn you,&amp;nbsp;this post is gonna be quite a bit of a rant because I'm kinda pissed now. I suggest you don't read it at all, really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched this I.aM.mE video of the whole crew except Pacman doing a performance in Toronto. It's a compilation of most of the dances, including duets and trios, that they've done together. It was amazing, especially the part where Emilio and Jaja did Jaja's Fire Power choreo together, because I've been waiting forever to see two of my favourite dancers duet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But throughout the entire ten minutes, there was this bitch who was shrieking Chachi's name, over and over and fucking over again, like literally every five seconds. I usually don't complain much about screaming during live performances because I know it's normal for someone to get a little too excited when you see your idols, but this bitch was insane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the fact that she was screaming every five seconds, she also had the voice of a broken blender. It was like some mad cow shrieking again and again, "CHACHI! CHACHIIII!"&amp;nbsp;And it wasn't the kind of yell to express love for Chachi, it was the kind of attention-seeking yell, like a "LOOK AT ME CHACHI, I WANT YOU TO LOOK AT ME! OVER HERE!" It was stupid and completely unnecessary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the psychotic woman was repeatedly screaming Chachi's name even while the rest of the I.aM.mE crew were doing their own solos and duets. How sick is that? If you're at an I.aM.mE concert, that means you're an I.aM.mE fan, not an obsessed Chachi stalker. At least have some fucking respect for the other dancers while they're getting their spotlight.&amp;nbsp;It was almost like she was demanding they step off and make way for Chachi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I love Chachi to bits, she was the first dancer from I.aM.mE I ever knew and I watched all her videos before I started on the rest of the crew, and she has mad talent for a fifteen-year-old girl. But I'm not saying she's my favourite; I don't believe in having favourites in a dance crew because everyone has their own talent, but her legions of fans are pissing me off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of them only like her because she's young, fresh and pretty. Yes, Chachi is good-looking, but compared to the rest of I.aM.mE in terms of skill, she still has much to learn. Even in other videos of the other members doing duets with Chachi, there are people who only pay attention to Chachi, even if the other dancer does better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it really makes me wonder how many other obsessed Chachi fans there are out there in the world, because it scares me. After all, Chachi's only fifteen, there's only so much she can handle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, I've kind of cooled off now. But I'm still mad because that video would probably be one of my favourite ones of I.aM.mE, if only it didn't have that crazy bitch screaming like she was going to have a heart attack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-6361659139660231917?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/6361659139660231917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=6361659139660231917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/6361659139660231917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/6361659139660231917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/12/asdfghjkl.html' title='Asdfghjkl'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-5668609215931027098</id><published>2011-12-16T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T21:53:45.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why don't you say so?</title><content type='html'>I had this amazing dream last night, I somehow successfully auditioned to be a part of I.aM.mE crew, and together we were going to audition for a dance competition. While backstage, I began panicking because we were going to perform one of their most famous dance routines&amp;nbsp;ever, the Ill-emental, which they actually did in real life, on ABDC. &lt;br /&gt;In the Ill-emental, Emilio is Earth, Chachi is Fire, Jaja is Electricity, Brandon is Wind, Moon is Machine (Metal) and Pacman is Water. In my dream, my element was Firework. Yes, I know it makes no sense at all HAHA but dreams never make sense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while everyone else knew the choreo perfectly well, I was the new member so I didn't know anything at all, and Pacman sat down and talked to me to try and keep calm. He also told me he believed in me and I was gonna rock thanks to my improvisation skills... Ugh, one of my best dreams ever, hands-down. &lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I didn't remember much of the dream when I woke up, other than that part, and that I saw Jaja Vankova's eyes in the dream, and they were brown. They're actually this really amazing greyish-blue colour in real life, so in my dream I was thinking to myself, ooh so she was wearing coloured contacts all along! Ahaha stupid. &lt;br /&gt;On a completely non-related note, I'm currently listening to Therapy by All Time Low now. They're such an amazing band. I just heard Therapy yesterday, it's beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Therapy is a kid's worst nightmare, because everyone is telling them that they need help, when all they really need is a hug." &lt;br /&gt;- Alex Gaskarth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-5668609215931027098?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/5668609215931027098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=5668609215931027098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/5668609215931027098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/5668609215931027098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/12/why-dont-you-say-so.html' title='Why don&apos;t you say so?'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-7543946074644512220</id><published>2011-12-15T15:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T18:14:39.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a rebel love song</title><content type='html'>As you can see, my current favourite song is Rebel Love Song by Black Veil Brides... It's the first song I've ever heard from them. Who knows, maybe I'll grow to become a huge BVB fan, maybe not. -shrug- But yeah, I really like Rebel Love Song. And it's kind of funny because I pronounce Rebel as 'Ree-bell', thanks to being Asian, but Andy Biersack is all 'THIS IS A RAAARE-BOL LOVE SONG'. Mm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got my contacts last week or so. I felt disgusted when I had to put them on because you have to literally touch your eyeballs and move those pieces of plastic around before they finally settle, the stubborn things. They're not exactly the most comfortable things in the world either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore them the day before, when I went to meet Tania for dinner, after which we went to her place to make steamed pork buns (yum)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner at the tampines interchange foodcourt. There was this good-looking guy next to me and I was eyeing him, and Tania said, "I know what you're thinking." HAHA. He had really nice features.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was sitting with people I think are his colleagues- one red-haired girl and a malay guy who spoke fluent chinese. After our dinner, they happened to finish theirs as well, and the malay guy stood up, came to our table and asked Tania for her number! I was like O.O while I watched the exchange (Tania's face turned red and the guy kept persisting) because I've never actually seen anyone ask for someone else's number ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The steamed pork buns were kind of a success! They tasted good but looked... disfigured. There was a bit of meat, carrot and vegetable poking out at different places... Right, you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was our 1F'08 outing to Sentosa :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 12 people turned up though :( There was me, Dionne, Elaine, Jiaminn, Lianne, Tania, Paul, Ryan, Andrew, Jerome, Haixin and Zheqian. It was actually pretty fun! We brought food, played ball games and sat down and played Werewolf, hainan jifan and lots of other games... Oh and we waded into the sea as well. This arsehole called Ryan came and splashed salty water all over us. Paul and Haixin left halfway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we left Sentosa we went to have dinner at a place that sold noodles. Dionne, Elaine and Jm didn't eat with us though, Elaine had to go home so D and Jm left with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lianne, Tania and I were pretty much silent throughout the meal: we usually don't talk much or at all while we're eating. So the guys were all chitchatting, and Lianne said to me and T, "Are we the only friends that don't talk while eating?" Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we all took the train home, and everyone else went home while Lianne and I went to catch a movie at E!Hub. We watched New Year's Eve, a pretty nice show :) I initally thought Jake T. Austin was really cute, but then Lianne mentioned that he sounded like Bieber, and the more we watched him, the more we realised he looked like Bieber as well... -shudders-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home it was about 12. Woke up in the morning feeling like crap, especially since I slept with a wet head, being too lazy to dry my hair properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I'm off to Youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-7543946074644512220?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/7543946074644512220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=7543946074644512220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/7543946074644512220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/7543946074644512220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-is-rebel-love-song.html' title='This is a rebel love song'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-1643266690187027244</id><published>2011-12-12T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T19:29:10.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut Up And Smile!</title><content type='html'>Sail around the world and tell 'em all to keep singing it&lt;br /&gt;La la la la la &lt;br /&gt;All we need's a harmony and we'll convince the world to sing&lt;br /&gt;La la la la la &lt;br /&gt;Throw your arms around someone&lt;br /&gt;Maybe spread a little love&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds a little dumb&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe we're a little drunk&lt;br /&gt;But all we need is some ice-cream and a hug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song to bits. &lt;br /&gt;BFS definitely need more publicity; they're so darn underrated! I think their style is pretty similar to that of All Time Low's but ATL is much more popular. It's so unfair. Not that I don't love ATL, because they're incredible. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I die, I want to play BFS music&amp;nbsp;at my funeral, because they're just so happy. But wait, I also want to play Mcr songs like Disenchanted and Welcome to the Black Parade and Helena. My Mcr playlist would have to have at least 30 songs because I can't decide which few I want... OH and Sleep definitely has to go on as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I don't know if I want my funeral to be sad or happy. I want people to mourn me -Garfieldface- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, my mom is pestering me to read that econs book she made me borrow. And my dad's asking me to practise my piano. It's the holidays, give me a break. Pun intended. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year's gonna be a whirlwind of atrocious JC life; can't I relax for the time being? :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I've found a new goal in life, and that's to learn how to play Make Me Wanna Die by The Pretty Reckless on the piano. Which I'm about to start doing now... so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-1643266690187027244?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/1643266690187027244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=1643266690187027244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/1643266690187027244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/1643266690187027244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/12/shut-up-and-smile.html' title='Shut Up And Smile!'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-5589539022835327894</id><published>2011-12-10T17:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T18:10:24.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OHMYGOD, I suddenly understand the I.aM.mE logo! O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, the members of I.aM.mE are always wearing these shirts that have thumbprints on them, and in the middle they say 'I AM ME'. But I never understood it, and I never understood their trademark&amp;nbsp;handsign either, which is to hold&amp;nbsp;your right&amp;nbsp;hand up with only your thumb outstretched like you're saying 'Good', but you have to bend your wrist 90 degrees to your left, so your thumb points to your left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's the THUMBPRINT. 'I Am Me', it's saying you're unique and different from everybody else, hence the large thumbprint that's always on their shirts. Damn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, that's all I wanted to talk about. HAHA. I just realised it as I was watching&amp;nbsp;one of their&amp;nbsp;very first interviews,&amp;nbsp;before they&amp;nbsp;went to audition for America's Best Dance Crew. They did the handsign at the end of the video, and I was&amp;nbsp;staring at their&amp;nbsp;hands, then at their matching t-shirts, and then it all clicked in my brain.&amp;nbsp;BAM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I'm really perked about is that CHRISTMAS IS COMING.&amp;nbsp;Tis' the season to be jolly, fa la la la la, la la&amp;nbsp;la la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My&amp;nbsp;folks aren't big on the whole&amp;nbsp;christmas thing though, we don't exchange presents or anything like that.&amp;nbsp;Anyways, the things on my wishlist are things they prolly can't give me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;My Christmas Wishlist&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Alex Gaskarth&lt;br /&gt;2. Emilio Dosal&lt;br /&gt;3. Ability to dance like&amp;nbsp;Djavna Vankova&lt;br /&gt;4. Four weekdays a week&lt;br /&gt;5. An MCR backpack&lt;br /&gt;6. Stay sixteen for the next ten years&lt;br /&gt;7. A pet python&lt;br /&gt;8. 10 packs of Extra's strawberry chewing gum&lt;br /&gt;9. World peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, the MCR backpack and chewing gum are probably the most easy to get, and even so, those two are pretty hard. I've searched long and hard for an MCR backpack, but I've never actually found one. The chewing gum has to be bought from overseas since Singapore bans it :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, off to dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-5589539022835327894?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/5589539022835327894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=5589539022835327894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/5589539022835327894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/5589539022835327894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/12/ohmygod-i-suddenly-understand-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-8180021954049152042</id><published>2011-12-09T11:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T12:08:49.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedication takes a lifetime, but dreams only last for a night.</title><content type='html'>I believe it was yesterday when I was writing 2010's "Things I Have Done This Year."&lt;br /&gt;And lookee here, 2011 is coming to a close :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's honestly crazy how this year flew by. I loved being sec4, though the novelty kinda wore off after the chunks of schoolwork and revision came piling in. Still, it was a pretty awesome year.&amp;nbsp;I miss my classmates, if you haven't seen my tweets yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my killjoy bestie Lifang. Yesterday it kinda hit me that we won't ever get another chance to beg our amath teacher to let us listen to Led Zeppelin while doing our test. No more scribbling Mcr lyrics in my notebook in class, and no more making fun of our awesome chinese teacher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I miss Yy and camwhoring with her during lessons, and daring each other to do the weirdest things possible. And my lovely study buddy Zhenying, and squirrelly friend Kairong, and hollywood maniac Tmt... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more eating popcorn in chemistry, no more calling our unsuspecting physics teacher 'Mr. Dumb' instead of Mr. Tham, no more playing Taboo in music, no more hiding in the toilet to escape PE lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really realised how much fun I had in school until it ended, aside from all the studying and mugging toward the end of the year. Even 'o' levels were kind of exciting as well, though there's no way in hell I'd want to relieve the whole experience. But if I could, I would gladly go back to January&lt;br /&gt; and start all over again, because I know I'd treasure my final year in Anglican High a lot more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&amp;nbsp;went to E!Hub and Orchard on Wednesday with Lianne and Tania. Tania got two more piercings, one on her helix and the other in the middle of her other ear, I don't know what it's called. It was a whopping seventy dollars altogether because it was a professional tattoist who did it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lianne and I got red highlights (?) in our hair as well, but it was kind of&amp;nbsp;a waste of money for me because you can't really see the highlights. Thankfully I didn't pay that&amp;nbsp;much for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm getting contact lenses today! 2pm at one of the optical shops in Eastpoint. I hope I don't ever get any infections ._. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,&amp;nbsp;I don't think I have anything left to say... OH. I'd love to know where all my US readers are sprouting up from, because I checked my stats today. 85 US viewers and only 31 Singaporean viewers this week. Other countries are all below 31. Seriously, where are you guys coming from?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should put up a tagboard and insist everyone tag, though I don't think you'd listen to me ahahaha. My stats tell me no one's been googling me and only about 10 people came from my friends' blogs, soooo I believe you all have been directly typing my URL into your browsers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is flattering, but I really want to know how you all even got a hold of my blog url in the first place. I'm seriously considering putting up a tagboard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. I'll be off now to watch more I.aM.mE videos and possibly contract depression. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-8180021954049152042?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/8180021954049152042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=8180021954049152042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/8180021954049152042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/8180021954049152042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/12/dedication-takes-lifetime-but-dreams.html' title='Dedication takes a lifetime, but dreams only last for a night.'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-6129749564416536964</id><published>2011-12-03T20:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T20:52:57.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to kill or die for.</title><content type='html'>I'm currently listening to John Lennon's Imagine. It's a lovely song, unrealistic but deep. (Isn't it always that way?) There will always be religion, bloodshed, suffering and poverty, at least as long as mankind is around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ooh Mayday Parade's Anywhere But Here is on now!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm wasting my holidays away. I get up at 10 or 11, and if I don't go out, I laze at home with mtv, my phone and anything tasty&amp;nbsp;I find in the fridge. Then I use the laptop and&amp;nbsp;blog while I listen to music, or read a book till midnight, then I sleep. Like a pig :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I've been watching a lot of I.aM.mE and Poreotics videos, and I get really depressed when I watch I.aM.mE videos, mainly because of Chachi Gonzales. I love Chachi, she's my inspiration, but it doesn't help that she's only four months younger than I am. Fifteen years old, and she's won America's Best Dance Crew and taught dance to people older than her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I watch her videos, and just get more depressed because I'm sitting here watching her shine onstage, which makes me feel like I've failed my life or something. I know it doesn't make sense. Plus, if there's something I really suck at, it's dancing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just get into one of my sulky moods because I don't see how Chachi can be so talented and I can't. Honestly, I'm mediocre at almost everything I do, it's true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I love Chachi. Just as much as I love Moon, Jaja, Brandon, Emilio and Pacman. Gawd, the way Pacman moves should be illegal, it's like he doesn't own a single bone in that body. Nuts, I tell ya. And Moon's choreography is sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back to the main topic. I'm going for an admin job interview on Monday with Jiams, Elaine and maybe Dionne... hope we get the jobs so I won't feel like I'm wasting my holiday away! Right now I'm neither a student (graduated long ago) nor a worker, so I feel like I'm not contributing to society at all, just sitting here rambling my butt away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be useful! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-6129749564416536964?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/6129749564416536964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=6129749564416536964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/6129749564416536964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/6129749564416536964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/12/nothing-to-kill-or-die-for.html' title='Nothing to kill or die for.'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-8708276767903597500</id><published>2011-12-01T22:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T20:02:15.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But there's room for two, six feet under the stars</title><content type='html'>As you can see from the title of this post, Six Feet Under The Stars by ATL is my current favourite song... Along with a few others that the awesome Dionne recommended me... She told me to go listen to a few bands like The Cab and The Pretty Reckless and so I did. They have amazing music! I heard The Cab is great live too, so if they ever come to SG, I'm definitely going. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I'm not blogging about the rest of the Taiwan trip anymore, sorry if you wanted me to! I just read the other girls' blogs and thought it'd be better if you guys read their Taiwan posts instead cause they have pictures and all and the posts are much more accurate. My previous post on Day 1 and 2 were only produced based on my memory ahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lianne: catchingaeroplanes.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Tania: tania-ng.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Emily: emilychok.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;As for Zijun, I don't think she blogged at all about Taiwan hahah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Random: I'm listening to Disenchanted now and it reminds me of Lifang, I miss that girl and she hasn't been replying my texts --&amp;gt; I sound like a clingy boyfriend) &lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today I finished reading Saved by the Music and it's gorgeous. Best read in a long while. Plus it ended in a happy ending, and I love happy endings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about the two main characters, Willow and Axel, as they discuss Shakespeare's famous quote, "All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But Shakespeare was right," he said. "We are all just players. We have no control. Someone else wrote the script, and we're all at their mercy. It's like the witches in Macbeth predicting his fate, luring him to it. The die is cast."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'd say Macbeth's fate had more to do with his pushy wife." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'd just like some choice. I'd like to write the script for once." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then pick up a pen." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there it was, like when I read that line I was just- wow. Mindblown. It's just one short sentence that kinda closes the subject, almost like Willow's saying, really easily, that we can all write our own fates, nothing's really written in the stars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an amazing book. There's so much more I would quote, almost the whole book in fact, but of course I'm not doing that, it's nuts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well basically this book's about Willow, neglected and quite alone, who goes to stay with her eccentric Aunt Agatha (This sounds like Charles Dickens' Great Expectations) for the summer. And there she meets Axel , a troubled boy three years older than her, with a disturbing past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds cliched and all, even I wasn't expecting much when I borrowed this book. Sounds like some typical boy-meets-girl (and vice versa) summer love story, right? But it ain't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Axel is deep, from the way he talks in the book, you'd think he was fifty or something. He's full of philosophy and Shakesperean quotes, also depressed and sick with life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the author describes him as a young Jim Morrison double, complete with the straggly hair and hippie look, though in the book he's only eighteen. But I see him as a Warren Peace. The guy from Sky High with the fire power. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this book, I just wish I didn't have to return it :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's bedtime. 10.53pm now. I think I'm re-reading the book tomorrow ahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Edit: Ah, my paragraphing's screwed up. But I know you'll forgive that) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Edit again: Solved my paragraphing, yay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-8708276767903597500?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/8708276767903597500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=8708276767903597500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/8708276767903597500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/8708276767903597500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/12/but-theres-room-for-two-six-feet-under.html' title='But there&apos;s room for two, six feet under the stars'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-4176785085718113121</id><published>2011-11-28T20:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T21:31:10.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And in the daylight we could hitchhike to Maine</title><content type='html'>Currently listening to Daylight by Matt&amp;amp;Kim. I love Matt&amp;amp;Kim, their songs make me feel so happy :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh, like a good ol-fashioned nightmare~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know that wasn't the same song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aneewayz. There aren't gonna be any pictures in this post, it's just gonna be&amp;nbsp;me rambling on and on in a long summary (ironic) about my recent trip to TAIWAN with Tania, Lianne, Emily, Zijun, Tania's parents and her uncle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm listening to music as I type so forgive any grammatical/spelling errors, it's kinda distracting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, we all flew from Singapore to Hongkong and finally to Taiwan on the 17th of November, three days after my 'O' levels ended! Came back on the 25th, which is three days ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First half of the trip was spent in Yilan, second half in Taipei. Yilan was mainly scenery, mountains, that kinda stuff. I personally prefer that; the countryside is more my thing than the city. Having been made, born and raised in Singapore City, I think it'd be nice to experience country living for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(THE WANTED'S ALL TIME LOW IS NOW PLAYING YAY) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;DAY 1.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first day and first night was actually spent in Taipei though. On the first night we did a bit of shopping around a night market that we had to take the public train to. The train stations in Taiwan are extremely organised; you actually have to queue up to wait for your turn to get into the train. Peak hour, however, is crazy. We could barely move at all during peak hour in the train. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first hotel was called Lucky Hotel I think. No laughing. The furnishings were okay, it's not posh at all, but it looks pretty decent, not dingy or anything. When you walk past it on the street, though, you'd hardly think it was a hotel. It looks more like a clinic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night we had cup noodles and watched America's Next Top Model. First night sleeping there was terrible. I woke up about three times, each time thinking it was daylight already. The first time I woke up, I heard Emily mentioning it was only 2am when she was talking to Lianne. I honestly thought it was 7 already :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it can't be jetlag or anything since Taiwan and Singapore have the same time. What made it creepier was that all of us experienced the same thing; we kept waking up lots of times during the night, thinking it was day already... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Expenditure for Day 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mneral water&lt;br /&gt;2. Meat bun&lt;br /&gt;3. Almond milk tea&lt;br /&gt;4. Cup noodles&lt;br /&gt;5. Sweets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;DAY 2.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day, we woke up and went to the nearby Starbucks to get coffee. I got a vanilla cream that didn't have any caffeine in it. It was okay I guess, just tasted like liquid vanilla ice-cream ahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shouldn't have gone to Starbucks though, because later we went to a mountaintop to drink Mr. Brown coffee. It's a coffee chain that's apparently very popular in Taiwan; later throughout the trip we saw a lot of Mr. Brown coffee stores. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view atop the mountain was amazing, but it was warm outside so we were all squinting at our cameras. Oh and I didn't bring a camera or my phone or any technological device like that, so don't expect any pictures. I think the other girls will post pictures on Facebook though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shared a hazelnut coffee with Lianne, twas pretty nice but I'm not a big coffee critic so&amp;nbsp;most coffee tastes fine to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we went to a museum or something like that. It was situated near a lake that had real ducks in it. (Yes, I'm a deprived Singaporean kid; we rarely see ducks in ponds here) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought three identical brown notebooks that are almost all plain on the outside- one of my favourite purchases from the trip. I'm prolly gonna use em when I go to JC. If you know me well enough, you can guess how I'm gonna decorate them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(GRAVITY, DON'T MEAN TOO MUCH TO MEH) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 7-11 stores in Taiwan are also different from ours &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(OMG MY FAVOURITE ALL TIME LOW SONG- DEAR MARIA, COUNT ME IN- IS ON) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the sense that they have Tea Leaf Eggs EVERYWHERE. Yong tau foo stalls as well! I wish Singapore had those :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Expenditure for Day 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Vanilla Cream (Starbucks) &lt;br /&gt;2. Hazelnut coffee (Mr. Brown) &lt;br /&gt;3. 3 notebooks&lt;br /&gt;4. Tea leaf egg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay there, so I've done a post on Days 1 and 2. I'll prolly do a post on the rest of the days when I'm not lazy... Keep reading, beautiful people! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-4176785085718113121?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/4176785085718113121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=4176785085718113121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/4176785085718113121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/4176785085718113121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/11/and-in-daylight-we-could-hitchhike-to.html' title='And in the daylight we could hitchhike to Maine'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-5017094433944715751</id><published>2011-11-05T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T23:19:16.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We'll hit south Broadway in a matter of minutes</title><content type='html'>HELLO. I'm back after an extremely long hiatus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Excluding that previous last-minute post before our emath exam hahaha) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked and I have over 500 pictures in my phone waiting to be posted. Since it'd be nuts to post all at one go, I'm just gonna upload the latest 50! I haven't been doing much for the past few weeks anyway. I mostly went to the airport to study on my free days, sometimes with a friend or two, most of the time alone. Btw, please excuse any grammatical errors in this post cause I'm writing as I listen to All Time Low, and it's a lil distracting, but I love it. All Time Low's fast becoming my new favourite band! (Don't worry Mcr, you'll always have first place though) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, sometimes I look at my stats (This month I've had more than twice the number of US readers than Singaporean) and wonder if all these foreign people coming to my blog are actually celebrities. I mean, you never know. If I were, say, Gerard Way, I'd prolly want to check out my fans' blogs just for fun. Wouldn't you? (Don't lie, I read minds) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aneewayz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I was saying, these past few weeks actually passed by really really quickly, much faster than I expected actually. I'm glad I survived this week; it's been crazy having seven 'O' level papers crammed into five days, I don't know what those Cambridge markers were thinking! Andddd. They're all the heavy subjects. Let's see, um, two amath papers, one chem paper, one physics paper, one literature paper, one ss paper, one music paper. Nuts, I tell ya. Not gonna say much about the papers; they're over anyway. I'm just hoping for the best right now :/ I honestly wanna get into VJ because it's good and most AHS people are aiming for that, and I like AHS people :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Omg I'm listening to Too Much by ATL right now and the way Alex says 'too much' is so Asian HAHAHA. And I actually prefer the live to studio version) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the music paper yesterday (YAYYYY) I went to meet Lianne at Tampines and we went to Tania's house to COOK. Hahaha I'm pretty useless in the kitchen though. I'm terrified of getting burnt so I refused to go anywhere near the fire or even hot water. It's funny though, I never even knew I was that scared of heat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I mostly did chopping, cutting, mixing and washing up. There was beef with vermicelli and carrots, broccoli with celery, fishcake with chilli, and another vegetable dish but I can't remember what it was. Tania's dad also made chicken for us, it was the yummiest dish HAHA. The chicken was so tender. -droolz- Now I feel hungry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tania even planned to make Korean pancakes as well but in the end she scraped it cause we were all too tired. After dinner we looked through Tania's photo albums and then played cards! (Aw, we sound like a family) Playing Cheat is stressful! Left her place at almost 11pm and Lianne and I took trains home. I surfed Youtube after I got home so I slept at 1am. Happened to wake up at 8am but I didn't feel tired at all; I think I was too excited for me and Lianne's shopping trip today. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got dressed and went to meet her around 1130am. I thought I looked fine but when we got to Orchard I felt extremely under-dressed D: We walked around Orchard, malls and all. I've missed shopping so much! Didn't see much that I liked though, except for a few tops. Lianne says I like anything that's grey or has stripes on it hahaha which is kinda true. Also, I didn't think I spent much but the grand total for the day was 51 bucks! Spent on lunch and dinner which were relatively cheap (both below 5), an ice-blended Small mocha and a grey dress. Lianne was worse, she spent 65 ahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I wanted to buy an album as well but there wasn't anything to buy :/ Checked with Gramaphone and they don't have any copies of The Black Parade, islandwide. The girl at the counter got my hopes up by telling me she thought Cathay might have a copy or two, but turns out they didn't so my hopes were dashed :'( She was wearing a Saosin shirt though, so I forgive her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and today would've been almost perfect if not for the fact that I dropped my phone and the whole screen cracked. It looks downright terrible right now though, and even that's an understatement. I'd say it looks like a huge family tree fell and imprinted itself really well on my phone. My poooooor baby. Heart might've broken when I picked it up from the floor and saw the damage. I honestly thought the damn thing would be fine cause I've dropped it a million times before (Oops) but... Ugh. How careless of me. And now it'll take like 200 to repair it... Thing is, I thought my parents would be mad at me but they weren't at all so now my guilt's increased tenfold. #firstworldpains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo. Ending the post here cause the hydrochloric acid in my stomach is irritating me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-efwZHB3ukUU/TrVB1vmVipI/AAAAAAAACrA/dvShxYsUyaw/s1600/IMG_1964.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-efwZHB3ukUU/TrVB1vmVipI/AAAAAAAACrA/dvShxYsUyaw/s320/IMG_1964.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dress I bought! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YozZRLz5pzw/TrVAqZnSOhI/AAAAAAAACqs/BnA2ILLmOeY/s1600/IMG_1962.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YozZRLz5pzw/TrVAqZnSOhI/AAAAAAAACqs/BnA2ILLmOeY/s320/IMG_1962.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like this shirt but it kinda looks boyish&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yInJIxIr_Hg/TrVB1sACtMI/AAAAAAAACrM/FDyPm-dhZLA/s1600/IMG_1965.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yInJIxIr_Hg/TrVB1sACtMI/AAAAAAAACrM/FDyPm-dhZLA/s320/IMG_1965.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xIH6yBmwRxI/TrU9h19ZCFI/AAAAAAAAClY/OmZK7tH2U3M/s1600/IMG_1902.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xIH6yBmwRxI/TrU9h19ZCFI/AAAAAAAAClY/OmZK7tH2U3M/s320/IMG_1902.PNG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the 1000th picture in my phone. I find it hilarious but you prolly won't unless you're an Mcr fan as well hahaha&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gMc0dMqUNjw/TrU9ihwhuwI/AAAAAAAACls/T375fidtnT4/s1600/IMG_1904.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gMc0dMqUNjw/TrU9ihwhuwI/AAAAAAAACls/T375fidtnT4/s320/IMG_1904.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;THIS. Walked into my room in the dark when I was home alone and got a shock&amp;nbsp;when I saw my&amp;nbsp;uniform there, it looked scary&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pLhTvj_OxfE/TrU9_C8GBmI/AAAAAAAACmM/Qe5v7Y31Kj4/s1600/IMG_1907.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pLhTvj_OxfE/TrU9_C8GBmI/AAAAAAAACmM/Qe5v7Y31Kj4/s320/IMG_1907.PNG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brendon &amp;amp; Spencer of Panic! at the Disco. -melts- &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bge_ADrh5wU/TrU_gO3HUuI/AAAAAAAACnU/dDRKuRSqBUg/s1600/IMG_1943.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bge_ADrh5wU/TrU_gO3HUuI/AAAAAAAACnU/dDRKuRSqBUg/s320/IMG_1943.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_e-I-64g3u0/TrU_gKq1siI/AAAAAAAACnk/3VSxJDw70Dw/s1600/IMG_1944.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_e-I-64g3u0/TrU_gKq1siI/AAAAAAAACnk/3VSxJDw70Dw/s320/IMG_1944.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Took pictures of yee mian to show Jiams cause the nub (noob?) doesn't know what it is&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CM71WJKMMR4/TrU_gpp4zGI/AAAAAAAACn0/FBLxJSjnYaA/s1600/IMG_1945.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CM71WJKMMR4/TrU_gpp4zGI/AAAAAAAACn0/FBLxJSjnYaA/s320/IMG_1945.PNG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hH-kE__eKKc/TrU_-pvt0CI/AAAAAAAACoA/j2ORhwTR4s4/s1600/IMG_1946.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hH-kE__eKKc/TrU_-pvt0CI/AAAAAAAACoA/j2ORhwTR4s4/s320/IMG_1946.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HgcaIBMDovM/TrU_--NGQRI/AAAAAAAACoQ/NyQVfq4eAXE/s1600/IMG_1947.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HgcaIBMDovM/TrU_--NGQRI/AAAAAAAACoQ/NyQVfq4eAXE/s320/IMG_1947.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TUB04TG4ITM/TrU__NfVhHI/AAAAAAAACoY/3XXYofW9ySA/s1600/IMG_1948.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TUB04TG4ITM/TrU__NfVhHI/AAAAAAAACoY/3XXYofW9ySA/s320/IMG_1948.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cs5qWt4cbC8/TrU__dbPIVI/AAAAAAAACok/KC_35-LnG2w/s1600/IMG_1949.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cs5qWt4cbC8/TrU__dbPIVI/AAAAAAAACok/KC_35-LnG2w/s320/IMG_1949.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The dishes&amp;nbsp;me,&amp;nbsp;L &amp;amp; T&amp;nbsp;cooked at Tania's house! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gPqzlNqQzzc/TrVATs1PwiI/AAAAAAAACo8/OQkMgN6dDjA/s1600/IMG_1951.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gPqzlNqQzzc/TrVATs1PwiI/AAAAAAAACo8/OQkMgN6dDjA/s320/IMG_1951.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lunch&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-acG_Zt2auj4/TrVATu1nnXI/AAAAAAAACpE/-yIG6_5EuOM/s1600/IMG_1952.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-acG_Zt2auj4/TrVATu1nnXI/AAAAAAAACpE/-yIG6_5EuOM/s320/IMG_1952.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AIx5jdHf-rQ/TrVAT8Ap9VI/AAAAAAAACpQ/z83z7hLkXYE/s1600/IMG_1953.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AIx5jdHf-rQ/TrVAT8Ap9VI/AAAAAAAACpQ/z83z7hLkXYE/s320/IMG_1953.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1raqfFY8Ec/TrVAprQF8bI/AAAAAAAACqU/ZkI8m1_PApY/s1600/IMG_1960.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1raqfFY8Ec/TrVAprQF8bI/AAAAAAAACqU/ZkI8m1_PApY/s320/IMG_1960.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I look like a hippie&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-5017094433944715751?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/5017094433944715751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=5017094433944715751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/5017094433944715751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/5017094433944715751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/11/well-hit-south-broadway-in-matter-of.html' title='We&apos;ll hit south Broadway in a matter of minutes'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-efwZHB3ukUU/TrVB1vmVipI/AAAAAAAACrA/dvShxYsUyaw/s72-c/IMG_1964.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-982306947227975047</id><published>2011-10-27T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T14:05:06.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Step Up</title><content type='html'>I'm in the school library now with Lianne and Tania! OUR EMATH PAPER STARTS IN LIKE ONE HOUR. I honestly am feeling the pressure now, and the next week we have seven papers, so of course I won't be blogging much. Not that I've blogged much recently. Which I am sorry for! (Not really)Anyways. 36 VIEWS FROM AMERICA AND 4 FROM SINGAPORE. Whut is up with you people? But I'm still kinda glad that there are (no-life) people reading my blog and waiting for updates :') Either that, or you guys are just stalking my old posts. In about less than one hour, me and all the other fifteen/sixteen-year-olds in Singapore wil be taking one of the most important examinations of our lives... -tense music plays- Ahaha. Let's show those brits what we kids are made of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-982306947227975047?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/982306947227975047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=982306947227975047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/982306947227975047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/982306947227975047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/10/step-up.html' title='Step Up'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-1197817890760927971</id><published>2011-10-02T20:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T20:37:05.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'll see you cats on the flip-flop. Laterrrr!"</title><content type='html'>Soooo. It's my birthday, fellas! :DThanks to Lifang, Yueyao, Jiaminn, Yiying, Zhenying, Lianne, Dionne, Lynchua, Elaine, Denise, my cousins Janet and Jackie, aunt and uncle, Zhitao, and of course my family, for wishing me happy birthday, you guys are awesome, xoxo. And yes, that's the order of the people who wished me LOL. Lf wished me at 12 midnight, so sweet of her :) Today I woke up in the early morning, had breakfast with my dad at Bedok and he drove me to tuition class, then I went to the airport to study with Zhenying. Way to spend my birthday-sunday, huh? Haha but it was cool anyways. Everything felt like so normal, like it was just any other sunday, until Lianne and Tania suddenly popped out of nowhere at Coffee Bean with a cake in hand and started singing the happy birthday song to me.I know it prolly sounds dumb, but... my first thought was that they were there to study as well and I was gonna say, OH HEY what a coincidence! Then I processed the meaning of the cake and everything clicked in place. HAHA. Okay I just made myself sound silly, but I'm lazy to delete that since I'm using my phone to blog. So I felt like everyone was staring at me when in actual fact I think only two or three tables even bothered to glance at us HAHA. Twas pretty embarrassed at first, and then it got awkward because Zhenying and Lianne &amp; Tania aren't exactly close. But well, it was still pretty funny, especially after Tania posted the video of my reaction to their surprise on Facebook. She won't delete it &gt;:( But yeah, thanks to L&amp;T for the pretty cake and pretty cards that're just as pretty of both of you! (cough) Then later my family and I went to Paradise Inn to have dinnerrr. So all in all, today was a pretty cool day &lt;3 Know what would make my day even more? Watching School of Rock for the hundredth-and-oneth time! :D So yeah, thanks to everybody for everything hahaha. Best sweet sixteenth ever. BYE~ &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-1197817890760927971?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/1197817890760927971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=1197817890760927971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/1197817890760927971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/1197817890760927971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/10/ill-see-you-cats-on-flip-flop-laterrrr.html' title='&quot;I&apos;ll see you cats on the flip-flop. Laterrrr!&quot;'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-7303181923855272985</id><published>2011-09-21T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T19:59:22.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"This is Spider. He's replacing you."</title><content type='html'>"Dude, you could be the ugliest sad sack on the planet, but if you're in a rock band, you're the cat's pajamas, man. You're the bee's knees." I love Dewey Finn! And did I mention that I really like James Durbin? His cover of Maybe I'm Amazed makes me amazed. His voice reminds me of older singers from the 70s or something. I think this guy is gonna go places, if only more people would listen to him. I really hope he doesn't sell out or something though. Big waste of talent if he does. I've kinda lost my motivation to blog recently. Maybe I'll get it back after the big 'O's. Ahwell. BYE~ &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-7303181923855272985?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/7303181923855272985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=7303181923855272985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/7303181923855272985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/7303181923855272985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/09/this-is-spider-hes-replacing-you.html' title='&quot;This is Spider. He&apos;s replacing you.&quot;'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-1909898192608453986</id><published>2011-09-09T20:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T21:24:27.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"It's, uh, a rare blood disease. Stick-to-da-man-niosis."</title><content type='html'>(In the classroom, watching time tick away as the children sit quietly) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dewey Finn: "Ugh. Just... go out and have recess." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer: "My parents don't spend fifteen thousand dollars a year for recess!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dewey Finn: "Fine. You wanna learn something? You want me to teach you something?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer: "Mm-hm." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dewey Finn: "Give up. Just quit. Because in this life, you can't win. Yeah, you can try, but in the end, you're just gonna lose, big time, because THE WORLD is run by the Man." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankie: "Who?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dewey Finn: "The Man. Oh, you don't know the Man? Well he's everywhere. In the White House, down the hall, MISS MULLINS, she's the Man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Man ruined the ozone, and he's burning down the Amazon, and he kidnapped Shamu and put her in a chlorine tank! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There used to be one way to stick it to the Man, it was called rock 'n' roll. But guess what? Oh, no. The Man ruined that too with a little thing called MTV! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't waste your time trying to make anything cool, or pure, or awesome, because the Man's just gonna call you a fat, washed-up loser and crush your soul. So do yourselves a favour, AND JUST GIVE UP!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Miss Mullins enters classroom- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Mullins: "Mr. Schneebly?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dewey Finn: "OH." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Mullins (coldly): "It's after ten. On Tuesdays, the children have music class."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dewey Finn: "Oh, um, good work people, we will continue our lecture on the Man when we return. Have a good music class." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-1909898192608453986?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/1909898192608453986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=1909898192608453986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/1909898192608453986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/1909898192608453986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-uh-rare-blood-disease-stick-to-da.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s, uh, a rare blood disease. Stick-to-da-man-niosis.&quot;'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-7655725591845561071</id><published>2011-08-26T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T22:53:07.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"One great rock show could change the world."</title><content type='html'>I honestly think Youtube was one of the best websites ever invented, alongside Google. All those endless videosssss! Endless parodies, endless mvs, endless movie trailers, endless funny clips, endless hilarious comments to laugh at. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I could spend my whole afternoon watching all my favourite movie trailers. Okay this is random but I just watched the Easy A trailer and Penn Badgley is HOTDAMN. Like Cam Gigandet. But oh no Cam is better. &lt;3 I can't believe he's married with a baby daughter. Ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's a higher power that will judge you for your indecency."&lt;br /&gt;"Tom Cruise?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHA WIN. I need to add Easy A to the list on the left of this page. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz. I think I've kinda lost the motivation to blog. I used to seem to have endless things to say; it was kinda like a ICAN'TWAITTOGETHOMETOBLOGABOUTTHIS thing. Now it's like... meh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mostly just talk about random stuff, like music. Speaking of music, WHY DIDN'T ANYBODY TELL ME ALL TIME LOW WAS SUCH AN AMAZING BAND? I recently just watched them live on Youtube and DAMN. Alex Gaskarth can frigging sing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Christine also recommended me a couple of Mayday Parade songs and some of them are actually pretty good. I like their lyrics. It's an acquired taste, though. I thought I didn't like it initially, then it got stuck in my head and I was like ah well. BLACK CAT is one of my favourites. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE LIKE A BLACK CAT WITH A BLACK BACK PACK FULL OF FIREWORKS AND YOU'RE GONNA BURN THE CITY RIGHT DOWN NOW, WHOA-OH, WHOA-OH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha see what I mean? Got sidetracked. And I have nothing else to say. -___- I used to blog in absolute detail, like I'd talk about what I did after school and what happened and what I laughed at and what I ate, totally random things. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay let's think what I did today. Uhhh. Prelims 3 are drawing to a close. I've only one exam left! YAY! Today we had Chem and Physics Paper 1, then Jz, Yy, Nigel and I went to 18chefs' for lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The others practically ate half my lunch because the hydrochloric acid in my stomach somehow decided to stop attacking the walls around them. Which in short, means I wasn't that hungry anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I developed abs from all the laughing. They're not visible now, but we'll see tomorrow. And then, I went to Tampines 1 to buy the two shirts from New Look I've had my eye on for a week, while Yy and Nigel went to roam around Simei. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I went back to Simei to find them, and we went to my place. Ended up laughing at random shows on tv before finally settling on Anaconda: Hunt for the Blood Orchid. It was nice! Don't you just love reptiles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been fascinated by reptiles. Snakes, crocodiles, whatever. I used to read about dinosaurs too, and I even had dinosaur figurines. I remember my favourites were the Parasaurolophus and the Euoplocephalus, and I called them Para and Euoplo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I'd group all the herbivorous dinosaurs together, like the Triceratops and Iguanodon and Protoceratops and the above two, and the carnivorous dinosaurs together, and me and my brother would make them have wars. Ahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the Pteranodon would just be swooping around randomly with nothing better to do cause we didn't know where to put him; he didn't fit anywhere cause he was primarily a fish-eater and it didn'tseem right to make him stand with the likes of Tyrannosaurus, Allosaurus and Velociraptor. Oh Velociraptor was way cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH I MISS PLAYING WITH DINOSAURS. ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, abrupt end here haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-7655725591845561071?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/7655725591845561071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=7655725591845561071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/7655725591845561071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/7655725591845561071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-great-rock-show-could-change-world.html' title='&quot;One great rock show could change the world.&quot;'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-1701765040840292530</id><published>2011-08-20T20:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T21:09:39.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you get up from an all-time low?</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I'm warning you guys beforehand; this post is kind of like a rant. Well, actually it is a rant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO. Today morning I decided to pack my stuff and go to BK to study, like an average Singaporean teenager preparing for the big 'O's. I camped there till about three, and then this lady, the manager I think, came up to me and asked, well, more like demanded, "Excuse me, are you going to buy anything?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I said no, and she replied, "Then I'm going to have to ask you to leave. My customers have nowhere to sit, and you're occupying our table." What she said was reasonable, and I agree that it was my fault too, I should've realised it was getting crowded, but what I really didn't like was the way she spoke to me, like I was going to put up a fight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hostile. I mean, I'm fifteen, not five, I get what you're saying, and if you're asking me to leave to make space for your customers, I'd gladly do so, but with that tone of yours, needless to say, I'm leaving for good. Her attitude was completely unnecessary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as I was leaving and two little girls came to occupy the table, their maid gave me a really dirty look, like I'd done something terribly wrong. Woman, is it my fault I can't concentrate on my studies at home and I'm trying to find a place to study for myself? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not hating on the manager or anything; I know it's just her job, but even if you're frazzled, please don't take it out on us students. We may be students now, but who knows where we'll be ten years down the road? Maybe people above you on the social ladder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of staff everywhere looking at students trying to study like we're the freaking plague, especially if your restaurant is empty and we're just occupying unneeded tables. So it's become our fault that we don't have places to study? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can give a fish water for it to survive, but you need a tank as well. Everyone expects students to study hard, but what can we do if we don't have conducive environments to study in? Maybe the government could, oh I don't know, stop building malls and start making space for students to stuff facts into their brains in. (I feel like I'm writing a baozhang baodao and this is the jian yi part) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah. In the end I had to go home, and I just ended up wasting time at home due to all the distractions. My phone, my radio, whatever. Ugh. I'm the master of procrastination. Like right now I'm blogging instead of studying for my chem exam on Monday. Joy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, ALEX GASKARTH IS SO HOT. I loooove the way he moves when he sings in the I Feel Like Dancin' mv. It's so punk rock-ish. I dunno if you get what I mean, but yeah. All Time Low is awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andand. The Wanted is hotttt toooo. Especially Max George and Jay Mc-something. I don't know how to spell his surname. Ahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay. I desperately need to go study. The guilt's kicking in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-1701765040840292530?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/1701765040840292530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=1701765040840292530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/1701765040840292530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/1701765040840292530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/08/how-do-you-get-up-from-all-time-low.html' title='How do you get up from an all-time low?'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-4808658624645998322</id><published>2011-08-15T18:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T18:26:52.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dewey Finn: "Okay the first thing you do when you start a band is talk about your influences. So who do you like, Blondie?" &lt;br /&gt;Marta: "Christina Aguilera." &lt;br /&gt;Dewey Finn: "Who? No, come on. Shortstop?" &lt;br /&gt;Leonard: "Puff Daddy." &lt;br /&gt;Dewey Finn: "Wrong. Billy?"&lt;br /&gt;Billy: "Liza Minnelli?" &lt;br /&gt;Dewey Finn: "What? No! What are you- you guys, I'm talking about bands that rock! Led Zeppelin!" &lt;br /&gt;-class stares- &lt;br /&gt;Dewey Finn: "Don't tell me you guys never got the Led out." &lt;br /&gt;-stares- &lt;br /&gt;Dewey Finn: "Jimmy Page, Robert Plant? Ring any bells?" &lt;br /&gt;"..."&lt;br /&gt;Dewey Finn: "Okay what about Sabbath? AC/DC...? Motorhead?? OH WHAT DO THEY TEACH IN THIS PLACE?!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;I laugh everytime I watch that part. &lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I cannot think of anyone more suited for Dewey Finn than Jack Black. &lt;br /&gt;They're sooo similar. Love School of Rock! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm at Starbucks alone now, studying. Prelims 3 start tomorrow. D: &lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, back to mugging. Haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-4808658624645998322?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/4808658624645998322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=4808658624645998322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/4808658624645998322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/4808658624645998322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/08/dewey-finn-okay-first-thing-you-do-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-1700265839209322602</id><published>2011-08-12T17:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T17:11:59.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why, Delilah?</title><content type='html'>I saw the light on the night that I passed by her window&lt;br /&gt;I saw the flickering shadows of love on her blind&lt;br /&gt;She was my woman&lt;br /&gt;As she deceived me I watched and went out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My, my, my Delilah&lt;br /&gt;Why, why, why Delilah&lt;br /&gt;I could see that girl was no good for me&lt;br /&gt;But I was lost like a slave that no man could free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At break of day when that man drove away I was waiting&lt;br /&gt;I crossed the street to her house and she opened the door&lt;br /&gt;She stood there laughing&lt;br /&gt;I felt the knife in my hand&lt;br /&gt;And she laughed no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My, my, my Delilah&lt;br /&gt;Why, why, why Delilah&lt;br /&gt;So before they come to break down the door&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me Delilah I just couldn't take anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lubbb Tom Jones' voice. So solid.&lt;br /&gt;In an oldies mood today, as you can see.&lt;br /&gt;Always On My Mind by Elvisssss &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what happened to good music and talented singers?&lt;br /&gt;It's like all the amazing artistes took talent away with them when they passed. &lt;br /&gt;Still, there are great pop musicians. &lt;br /&gt;Like Leona Lewis and Jessie J and Eminem though I don't know if he can be considered pop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aneeways, off to study for ss ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-1700265839209322602?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/1700265839209322602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=1700265839209322602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/1700265839209322602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/1700265839209322602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/08/why-delilah.html' title='Why, Delilah?'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-5704219758137295030</id><published>2011-08-09T18:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T20:10:15.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"rock got no reason, rock got no rhyme"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;LET'S BLOW A HOLE IN THIS TOWN&lt;br /&gt;TOO MUCH TALKING WITH THE LASER BEAM&lt;br /&gt;GUNNING OUT OF THIS PLACE IN A BULLET'S EMBRACE&lt;br /&gt;THEN WE'LL DO IT AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PAPERS SAY&lt;br /&gt;JOHNNY COULD YOU COME BACK HOME?&lt;br /&gt;CAUSE EVERYBODY KNOWS YOU DON'T&lt;br /&gt;WANNA GIVE YOURSELF UP&lt;br /&gt;TELL THE TRUTH AND GOD WILL SAVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from the fish farm.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I thought I wouldn't like it. But I guess I forgot what a country girl I am. There is something very tranquil about just sitting on a plank looking out at sea and the greenery beyond with your feet dipped in water; it's just amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad called it 'admiring scenery', my mom stood indoors and asked me why I was 'sitting out in the sun'. I guess she much prefers the city, then. I got slightly annoyed with her at one point because she's scared of dogs, and she kept insisting that the German Shepherd there (which I've decided to nickname Crack because he acts like he's on crack with all the running around) be tied up at the second house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, Crack wouldn't stop whining and in the end we set him free and he came back to terrorise my mom, who screamed for help whenever he came within a 2m radius of her. Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha I just realised you readers prolly have no clue whatsoever what I'm rambling on about. SO. My dad suggested last week that me, my mom, brother and his friend's family, namely Uncle M, Auntie Cj, their 20-year-old daughter Marianne, 12-year-old son Kelly and Marianne's boyfriend Cavan, come visit his fish farm for a day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Changi and got there by a motor boat. It was exhilarating. I sat next to Auntie Cj on the way there and my mom on the way back, and both of them were clutching to me for dear life. Looooove the wind in my hair, though it was a bit scary at first, like a Viking ship. Up down up down up down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got there. Okay the whole fish farm floats on planks of wood which in turn are supported by barrels pumped with air, so the entire structure floats on water. When it's high tide out, the whole house moves along and everything starts creaking and shifting around. A little unnerving, but we got used to it. Oh but the fish farm still stays at one spot in the sea though, because there are reaaaally heavy anchors that stop it from moving too much, or else we'd just float away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house has four bedrooms with beds, cupboards and a tv in one which two Indian workers occupy. The rooms are really stuffy so I'm glad we cancelled last-minute plans to stay over. The living room is combined with the dining room. There's a sofa, small glass table, dining table and a tv, along with a lot of junk that you'd probably commonly see in a fish farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also a small kitchen. There are two Muslim-Indian workers there, one of them cooks and he makes amazing curry crab, fresh out of the farm :D The so-called bathroom is just a closed room made entirely out of wood, and in the wooden floor there's a cut-out piece of plank. You're supposed to do your business into the sea; the tiny fish eat your poop. Hee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and there's a small area between the bedrooms, which leads out to a balcony-like sorta thing, except that there 2.5m open gap in the balcony; if you step out of it, you'll obviously plop into the sea. I think it's an amazing idea, cause you can just sit there on the planks with your feet in the water and look out at nothing but sea for a long stretch, then there are islands in the distance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The living room has no door or wall separating it from the rest of the farm. In fact, the only doors in the house belong to the four bedrooms, one toilet and kitchen. You can step out and walk along planks along 4m-deep enclosures (?) which contain red snappers, groupers, pufferfish, lobsters and I don't know of any more. There are baby crabs which live with barnacles slightly below surface level. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, since the things are 4m-deep, none of the animals like to come out for us humans to look at them. It's just murky green water most of the time, though sometimes you do see fish coming up to the surface. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chinese worker who's the only one there fished and he caught a bright red fish, the common kind you see in wet markets, as well as a pomfret-lookalike and a stingray. A worker cut off the stingray's tail because of its poison and threw it in the pufferfish enclosure. Who knew one vicious pufferfish would eat out its eyeballs. -shudder- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and an Indian worker started hacking up the red fish alive. He actually scraped off all its scales with a knife, then sliced it open and took out all its innards, then threw them back into the sea. TT It was horrible. I didn't dare to eat the fish when he cooked it later. The same fate befell the pomfret-lookalike, and then four other full-grown crabs from the farm were cooked with curry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie Cj brought beehoon and fruit salad for lunch. Yumyum. Then she, Marianne, Cavan and Kelly spent most of the day sitting at the planks looking at fish, fishing and scraping the barnacles with large nets for baby crabs to bring home. My mom spent most of it watching Korean dramas on Marianne's laptop and looking terrified whenever Crack strolled into the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kept trying to get the rest of us to force him out, and she insisted it get tied to a pole at the other house, twice, until he started barking and whimpering. Felt so sorry for him ): I would've been terrified of him at first too, because of his size and dark colour, but after that I realised he wasn't so scary after all. He's so cute :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He starts licking you for attention whenever you stop petting him, and soon the only fear I felt towards him was the fear of getting pushed into the water by him, cause he likes to pounce on you when your back is turned. Attention-seeker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought homework to do, but I couldn't really concentrate with the ground beneath me constantly floating. Right now, I still feel like the ground's moving even though it's perfectly stable. Hope the sensation goes away soon cause I don't think I can sleep like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the best part about the whole trip was getting to sit on the planks and soak in the rural feel. Prolly sounds a bit... dumb, I know, but damn, I could really get used to having the wind in your face like that, getting dog sobber all over you and tasting salt whenever you lick your lips. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst part about the trip? Probably the ending part, when we were leaving and Crack tried desperately to jump in the boat with us. Trust me, it's not easy trying to chase a hyperactive dog you like away from you with one arm while your mother grips your other arm and shrieks in your ear. In fact, her screaming scared me much more than the dog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end a worker grabbed him by his neck and hauled him away from the boat. He still tried to jump in, poor thing, and ended up falling into the sea. Then when the boat took off he swam after us until we were out of sight. -heart breaks- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the next time we come my mom doesn't come along too, or poor Crack has to tied up and he won't even know why. Still, she does have a valid reason for her phobia. Apparently when she was young, her cousins kept two huge black dogs in their house and got bitten by them. Then both cousins contracted some thing from the dogs (rabies I think) and went mad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz. Is it just me, or is the National Day song this year extremely irritating? Like. "In a heartbeeeeeat (some random line) In a heartbeeeeeat (another random line)" Meh. I much prefer Where I Belong and what's that called, Deep In My Heart? We Will Get There? I don't like Home either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done with my extremely long post. Hope you enjoyed, gotta go do my music homework now.  I miss the farm already! Next public holiday we'll be going back, which is maybe Teachers' Day. If only I could live there forever. No worries, no responsibilities, just the sea, sky and I. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-5704219758137295030?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/5704219758137295030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=5704219758137295030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/5704219758137295030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/5704219758137295030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/08/rock-got-no-reason-rock-got-no-rhyme.html' title='&quot;rock got no reason, rock got no rhyme&quot;'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-5352407234738825226</id><published>2011-07-31T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T21:42:36.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Seriously, without a first-rate roadie crew, we'll never have a psychedelic show."</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna start quoting School of Rock till I get sick of it. Which will be, uh, never. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooooo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IFINALLYBOUGHTTHREECHEERSWHOOPEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to look for The Black Parade but they weren't selling it in Hmv so I got Three Cheers instead. They're my two favourite Mcr albums. The Black Parade has a more polished sound, and Three Cheers is more like hard rock. But damnit I love both. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no one to share the joy with at that very blessed moment though. I was with Tania, Lianne, Emily and Zijun. Emily was telling me not to buy it and to just download everything, which I've actually already done hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of buying an album and having no one to turn to and scream to about it without being called a maniac is like giving birth a kid and crying tears of happiness, then you look up at the nurses and doctors and yell "I'M A MOMMY" and all of them just look at you and go, "Okay." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad analogy, I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz. I was gonna talk about my mom and how absofreakinglutely hilarious she is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my dad cooked pig's skin. I was making gagging noises and my mom said without having looked at the dish, "Eat it. It's high in collagen, good for your skin." And I said "But it looks like snakes!" knowing full well my momma is pretty much fearless and snakes are her only exception. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went, "Nonsense!" and looked down at the plate. I'm telling you, her expression when she realised how right I was, was priceless. Then she started laughing and half-heartedly scolding my dad for cutting it up like that. It tasted just as revolting as it looked. -gag- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's one of the few good things about being chinese; you get to grow up eating exotic foods. Nasty. Yes, we chinese eat just about everything that's four-legged, except for tables. Our language is an art that I am still struggling to master. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm digressing. So at dinner my mom told us about how at her school, there's a prayer room for the muslims, and she was unaware the school had recently relocated it to a corner of the teachers' lounge. So one day she was with a colleague in the staff lounge and they were alone there, just doing paperwork. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly they heard a voice murmuring. Instantly they looked up and exchanged horrified looks, then they ran out of the room and stood outside talking about it. Then they jumped when the door opened and a muslim colleague came out, apologising for having disturbed them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. Totally lol-worthy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-5352407234738825226?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/5352407234738825226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=5352407234738825226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/5352407234738825226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/5352407234738825226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/07/seriously-without-first-rate-roadie.html' title='&quot;Seriously, without a first-rate roadie crew, we&apos;ll never have a psychedelic show.&quot;'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-3160609720459350086</id><published>2011-07-26T11:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T11:24:19.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll tell you all how the story ends, where the good guys die and the bad guys win</title><content type='html'>Currently at a certain somewhere listening to Save Yourself, I'll Hold Them Back. Definitely my favourite song off Danger Days. &gt;:) Okay now I'm listening to SCARECROW. AHHHHHH WHY IS MCR SUCH AN AMAZING BAND. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave a dream where the fallout lies&lt;br /&gt;Watch it grow where the tearstain dries&lt;br /&gt;To keep you safe tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He burns my skin&lt;br /&gt;Never mind about the shape I'm in&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you safe tonight&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move your body when the sunlight dies&lt;br /&gt;Everybody hide your body from the scarecrow&lt;br /&gt;Everybody hide&lt;br /&gt;Move your body when the sunlight dies&lt;br /&gt;Everybody hide your body from the scarecrow&lt;br /&gt;Everybody hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem. I wish I could fly to Hmv now to buy Three Cheers and TBP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of a gunfight&lt;br /&gt;In the centre of a restaurant&lt;br /&gt;They say come with your arms raised high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well they're never gonna get me&lt;br /&gt;Like a bullet through a flock of doves&lt;br /&gt;To wage this war against your faith in me&lt;br /&gt;Your life will never be the same&lt;br /&gt;On your mother's eyes&lt;br /&gt;Say a prayer&lt;br /&gt;Say a prayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-3160609720459350086?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/3160609720459350086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=3160609720459350086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/3160609720459350086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/3160609720459350086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/07/ill-tell-you-all-how-story-ends-where.html' title='I&apos;ll tell you all how the story ends, where the good guys die and the bad guys win'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-1548193382942305613</id><published>2011-07-23T15:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T16:06:11.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stacy's Mom</title><content type='html'>This is Tania's favourite song. She keeps singing it over and over again. So annoying!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding. It's Opposite Day today, according to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Not funny. I geddit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacy's mom has got it going on&lt;br /&gt;She's all that I want and I've waited for so long&lt;br /&gt;Stacy can't you see, you're just not the girl for me&lt;br /&gt;I know I might be wrong but I'm in love with Stacy's mom&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha Tania finds it disgusting. I think it's sick but funny. Fountains of Wayne! Weird band name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home, off the run&lt;br /&gt;Singing songs that make you slit your wrists &lt;br /&gt;It isn't that much fun staring down a loaded gun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bored. Today I found out Mcr only wrote five songs off Danger Days. Made me a lil disheartened, cause I always had great respect for singers who write their own songs and can make em sound good, all in different ways. Like Ne-Yo and Claude Kelly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doubt you'll care, but the songs they wrote are Na Na Na, Bulletproof Heart, Save Yourself I'll Hold Them Back, Party Poison and The Only Hope For Me Is You. Thankfully they're all the songs I prefer from Danger Days, aside from SCARECROW. That one is freaking awesome, it's my favourite next to SYIHTB. And I never really liked Planetary (GO!) or Kids From Yesterday. Vampire Money and Destroya are okay-ish, but I prefer SING and Summertime to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope they get really good inspiration for their next album, cause I know it's not gonna be easy. They're getting more and more mainstream every album. Mixed feelings about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha I ended up talking about Mcr again, just like every other post. &lt;br /&gt;I promise I'll post pictures soon! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-1548193382942305613?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/1548193382942305613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=1548193382942305613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/1548193382942305613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/1548193382942305613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/07/stacys-mom.html' title='Stacy&apos;s Mom'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-7554289079150308118</id><published>2011-07-15T19:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T20:11:49.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere downtown where a burlesque queen may even ask my name</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday Ray Toro! The awesomest bestest dude-with-the-affro lead guitarist of an amazing band. I think you can guess which band that is. Heeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching videos of that particular band yesterday and it was amazing. There was a video where Gee let Mikey speak into the mike and the crowd just went wild. And he just said in that quiet voice, "Hi everybody- (looks at Gerard) What are you wearing?" lmao. All the comments on that video were like 'He talks! Mikey Way talks!" So true. And I loooooved the way Gee yelled "MIKEY F***ING WAY." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, I swear, I will buy that 'Mikey Fucking Way' shirt they sell on the official Mcr website. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohoh and there was this video where Mikey looked straight at Bob Bryar with this impish smile as he declared, "You know what's Bob's screen name? Bobsdick." And Bob had this omgwtf face and Mikey walked away down the corridor still grinning at Bob, then Bob cracked up. It was such an epic moment. Then to make things even better, Bob said to the camera, loud enough for Mikey to hear, "Wanna know what's Mikey Way's phone number? It's, uh," and then you hear Mikey yelling in horror from a distance, "NOO-OOO." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was another video made by a fan who mashed up different videos of Mcr together, so that it forms a really funny conversation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: "So what turns you on?"&lt;br /&gt;Frank: "The Way brothers, in particular." &lt;br /&gt;Ray: "Guys."&lt;br /&gt;Bob: "Flowers... And dying." &lt;br /&gt;Gerard: "Balls!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahahahahah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andandand, which Mcr fan could possibly resist watching a tiny clip from the Download Festival 2007? The one where Frerard was at its peak and Frankie kissed Gee. Nawwwww. I know it sounds really really wrong, but I think they were just playing around, though most guys don't exactly kiss each other on the lips very often... But well. Frankie just grabbed Gee and attacked him. And Gee had his hands in Frank's hair before he looked like he realised what he was doing and pulled away. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine Gerard and Lyn-Z's little girl, Bandit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Momma, why is Daddy kissing Uncle Frank?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Looks like the Way parents are gonna have a lot of explaining to do when that happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA okay this was a completely random fan-post.&lt;br /&gt;I've nothing much to say anyway, I just wanted to wish Ray a happy 34th birthday. &lt;br /&gt;They're all so old! I really hope someday I'll get the chance to meet them,&lt;br /&gt;they're an amazing band. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-7554289079150308118?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/7554289079150308118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=7554289079150308118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/7554289079150308118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/7554289079150308118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/07/somewhere-downtown-where-burlesque.html' title='Somewhere downtown where a burlesque queen may even ask my name'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-3613350574330483413</id><published>2011-07-04T11:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T11:12:43.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be there wondering, did you get what you deserve?</title><content type='html'>RAWR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Have you heard the news that you're dead?&lt;br /&gt;No one ever had much nice to say&lt;br /&gt;I think they never liked you anyway&lt;br /&gt;Oh, take me from the hospital bed&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't be it grand to take a pistol by the hand&lt;br /&gt;And wouldn't it be great if we were dead?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love that song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz. I decided to blog for no particular reason. The first week of school is over; I guess it was okay. I like the new timetable, actually. Oh and I only have two prelim 2 papers left. Amath and physics. I feel like time is flying by so quickly. In about four months' time I'll sit for my 'O's, then I'll be preparing to leave school. Just like that, it's been four years in Ahs. I mean, where did the time go??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, I wouldn't change much if I could relieve it all over again. I think the past four years have been great. I'll miss everything. The thought of starting all over again in a new school... :/ There's that thrill that comes along with it, but I think most of us will just feel apprehensive about the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I saying? Haha. Moving on. The other day I woke up from one of my afternoon naps and I think I experienced night terror. But it was strange though, I wasn't really scared or anything, as opposed to night 'terror'. But I did feel like everything was very surreal. There was this nightmarish quality about everything I saw at that time, and it was like being in a nightmare you can't seem to wake up from. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got really confused, like is this a dream? Then I was brushing my teeth and looking in the mirror, and I looked extremely calm, not at all what I was feeling at the moment. I started panicking and that was when everything got worse. I started feeling like there was more than one voice inside my head, and one of them in particular, was drowning out the rest. Everything inside my head was screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, you have no idea what I felt like. I thought I was losing it. It seriously scared the shit out of me. And I know it sounds stupid, but that voice just started screaming about the most random things, like, what am I doing here? That kinda thing. You're probably thinking I'm some kind of a freak now, but really. It was horrible. I have no idea why that even happened to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I called my parents because I was home alone and wanted to hear human voices, and I just asked about the most random things like 'Are you buying dinner home?' and I tried to sound normal. I mean what was I supposed to say, I think I'm going crazy? But I still felt like I was living in a nightmare. It was only after they came home that everything slowly went back to normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weirddddd. Maybe I wasn't sleeping properly and that obstructed my blood flow or something. Yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo. End of post. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit&lt;br /&gt;I just researched night terrors, and no, it's not that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-3613350574330483413?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/3613350574330483413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=3613350574330483413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/3613350574330483413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/3613350574330483413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/07/rawr.html' title='I&apos;ll be there wondering, did you get what you deserve?'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-9028197793017086602</id><published>2011-06-27T18:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T18:36:37.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glasses</title><content type='html'>"At the young age of 9 years, Michael James Way was struck with the affliction known as nearsightedness. Unable to see such things as the chalkboard, the movie screen (or anything more than 5 feet away) the lad was forced to get corrective lenses. Michael and his glasses spent many fruitful years together. They saw each other through the good times, as well as the bad. In May of 2006 this friendship came to a crashing halt. Michael's glasses met their end tragically, by way of Lasik eye surgery. The glasses leave behind two loving brothers, Ray Ban, Paul frank, and their father Chanel. Viewing times and dates will be announced shortly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found on Mikey Way's Myspace page.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA WHAT THE HECK, MIKEY.&lt;br /&gt;He must've aced English in high school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-9028197793017086602?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/9028197793017086602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=9028197793017086602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/9028197793017086602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/9028197793017086602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/06/glasses.html' title='Glasses'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-6257734216425534334</id><published>2011-06-27T15:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T15:55:33.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Na na na</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Look alive, sunshine&lt;br /&gt;One 'o' nine in the sky but the pigs won't quit&lt;br /&gt;You're here with me, Dr. Death Defying&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your surgeon, your proctor, your helicopter&lt;br /&gt;Pumping up the slaughtermatic sounds to keep you alive&lt;br /&gt;A system failure for the masses; anti-matter for the master plan&lt;br /&gt;Louder than God's revolver and twice as shiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's for all you rock-n-rollers&lt;br /&gt;All you crash queens and motor babies&lt;br /&gt;Listen up! The future is bulletproof, the aftermath is secondary&lt;br /&gt;It's time to do it now and do it loud&lt;br /&gt;Killjoys, make some noise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set in the post-apocalyptic future. &lt;br /&gt;It suddenly makes so much sense now.&lt;br /&gt;Love their lyrics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-6257734216425534334?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/6257734216425534334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=6257734216425534334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/6257734216425534334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/6257734216425534334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/06/na-na-na.html' title='Na na na'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-3570397303089331608</id><published>2011-06-22T10:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T10:42:02.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember when you broke your foot from jumping out the second floor?</title><content type='html'>Soooo. I lied! No pictures in this post. Sorry :) I'm just plain lazy to upload them all. There's easily 200 of them, and it'll take forever! Gah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz. Went to the viewing gallery with Tania yesterday, supposedly to study, but I couldn't concentrate at all! Ugh. The view there was just way too pretty. The best part was in the evening, when it's neither too dark or bright and the lights were turned on outside. W-o-w. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and it was absolutely hilarious watching everyone step onto the glass panels to watch the view outside without knowing they were on glass. There was this guy who looked down after stepping on and jumped back and pressed a hand to his heart. HAHAHA. And another little girl ran to the edge of the glass, looked down, looked up, made a face like she was going to cry, and ran all the way back to her daddy and hugged him. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But personally I love the glass idea. I wanna try going on that cable car that's completely made out of glass. So when you look down you see nothing but greenery far below your feet. So coooooool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohoh and in the evening, this toddler in a pram came along. She's maybe one or two, tops. And this boy who's three or four saw her from a distance and waved and called 'helloo'! And his dad and her mom brought them closer to each other. It was sooooo cute, the way they trotted towards each other and just stared curiously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the boy's grandfather came and took him away cause he wanted him to see the plane moving out -______- Then later the girl's family left and the little boy turned around, surprised to see them gone, then he looked disappointed and said, 'Meimei go already?' (meimei = younger sister) SHOOOO CUTTTTTTTE. D: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. And Tania said 'Imagine, that boy will grow up to become some horny, noisy teenage boy.' Nooooooo. Damn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. That's it. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-3570397303089331608?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/3570397303089331608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=3570397303089331608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/3570397303089331608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/3570397303089331608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/06/remember-when-you-broke-your-foot-from.html' title='Remember when you broke your foot from jumping out the second floor?'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-3686819798506183738</id><published>2011-06-15T10:26:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T13:21:30.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smirking between dignified sips of his dignified peace and lime daiquiri</title><content type='html'>Picturesssssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be making notes for ss, but obviously I got bored.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I haven't even started. -screwed-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture speaks a thousand words,&lt;br /&gt;so you better appreciate this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s0ViRNs_vHM/TgQWPCY9o3I/AAAAAAAACkw/9Z6LTUlY9Ds/s1600/IMG_0662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621642682460644210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s0ViRNs_vHM/TgQWPCY9o3I/AAAAAAAACkw/9Z6LTUlY9Ds/s320/IMG_0662.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Super candid shot &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fZTvzcEose0/TgQWPGIY5uI/AAAAAAAACko/0Z7E-6oK3-E/s1600/IMG_0661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621642683464869602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fZTvzcEose0/TgQWPGIY5uI/AAAAAAAACko/0Z7E-6oK3-E/s320/IMG_0661.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CGlU1qDibQ0/TgQVmMGwDuI/AAAAAAAACkg/YJPcGEaFlzg/s1600/IMG_0660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621641980693974754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CGlU1qDibQ0/TgQVmMGwDuI/AAAAAAAACkg/YJPcGEaFlzg/s320/IMG_0660.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L_lnzXDa72o/TgQVl0zVG0I/AAAAAAAACkY/ynilMhRw2Yc/s1600/IMG_0659.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VU8t1kT9yg8/TgQVlsBOAlI/AAAAAAAACkQ/lFCqRIcrHqs/s1600/IMG_0658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621641972080837202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VU8t1kT9yg8/TgQVlsBOAlI/AAAAAAAACkQ/lFCqRIcrHqs/s320/IMG_0658.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lojEXHXg9uw/TgQVlSPikMI/AAAAAAAACkI/iDtPgMxhAB0/s1600/IMG_0657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621641965161582786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lojEXHXg9uw/TgQVlSPikMI/AAAAAAAACkI/iDtPgMxhAB0/s320/IMG_0657.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-71pXYRxjD8A/TgQVlIf_KVI/AAAAAAAACkA/oAKY7zM6qfU/s1600/IMG_0656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621641962546211154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-71pXYRxjD8A/TgQVlIf_KVI/AAAAAAAACkA/oAKY7zM6qfU/s320/IMG_0656.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CPb9G9Z3Dr0/TgQTlIcLG2I/AAAAAAAACj4/4FZXgcfGC-4/s1600/IMG_0655.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5C47KOtaeGU/TgQTkDfqeeI/AAAAAAAACjg/iJt_9BOtfRk/s1600/IMG_0649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621639744999553506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5C47KOtaeGU/TgQTkDfqeeI/AAAAAAAACjg/iJt_9BOtfRk/s320/IMG_0649.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VIeFva5H8Zg/TgQTkBF-VfI/AAAAAAAACjY/Vf00fmeLp9s/s1600/IMG_0650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621639744354932210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VIeFva5H8Zg/TgQTkBF-VfI/AAAAAAAACjY/Vf00fmeLp9s/s320/IMG_0650.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jfZtIli5S1M/TgQS90Y7VtI/AAAAAAAACi4/6rhfP7tHcaI/s1600/IMG_0643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621639088109737682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jfZtIli5S1M/TgQS90Y7VtI/AAAAAAAACi4/6rhfP7tHcaI/s320/IMG_0643.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yWIU7UIOyRM/TgQS9i6zQ7I/AAAAAAAACiw/B2uYJSMc5No/s1600/IMG_0642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621639083419976626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yWIU7UIOyRM/TgQS9i6zQ7I/AAAAAAAACiw/B2uYJSMc5No/s320/IMG_0642.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rj7xJUTMd_s/TgQRxdmTTLI/AAAAAAAACio/OMT-7_c3m6w/s1600/IMG_0641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621637776321760434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rj7xJUTMd_s/TgQRxdmTTLI/AAAAAAAACio/OMT-7_c3m6w/s320/IMG_0641.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was pig in sec1! Hasn't changed much LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mtrsXNNLaaw/TgQRww37YoI/AAAAAAAACig/bK2pr0ukn3k/s1600/IMG_0638.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621637764316095106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mtrsXNNLaaw/TgQRww37YoI/AAAAAAAACig/bK2pr0ukn3k/s320/IMG_0638.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Was trying to snap a picture of my iphone notes page flipping and half-succeeded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qyn6L3SmJao/TgQRvhgYveI/AAAAAAAACiQ/Wbp_-YElSIk/s1600/IMG_0632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621637743010954722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qyn6L3SmJao/TgQRvhgYveI/AAAAAAAACiQ/Wbp_-YElSIk/s320/IMG_0632.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PXMnYuBM5Vo/TgQRvU6VtII/AAAAAAAACiI/TyPFEZvUyYY/s1600/IMG_0631.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bought polo tees from Giordano~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pn2hFcm6QgM/TgQQxXDlAKI/AAAAAAAACh4/pbH7vO6K7F0/s1600/IMG_0629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621636675053879458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pn2hFcm6QgM/TgQQxXDlAKI/AAAAAAAACh4/pbH7vO6K7F0/s320/IMG_0629.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Was thinking of getting this one from Mango&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lwftmMQIPUE/TgQQxNFYA3I/AAAAAAAAChw/-L39KHkQWR0/s1600/IMG_0628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621636672377062258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lwftmMQIPUE/TgQQxNFYA3I/AAAAAAAAChw/-L39KHkQWR0/s320/IMG_0628.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3ROrFhOFDg/TgQQwW_1VbI/AAAAAAAACho/jfV4W4nXijo/s1600/IMG_0627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621636657858303410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3ROrFhOFDg/TgQQwW_1VbI/AAAAAAAACho/jfV4W4nXijo/s320/IMG_0627.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qccYz0GeUI0/TgQQwEAGh4I/AAAAAAAAChg/8ybyJ8Vl0KU/s1600/IMG_0626.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4jzQ4BT5U8k/TgQO97_yCsI/AAAAAAAAChQ/7fuev_h3150/s1600/IMG_0622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621634692105243330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4jzQ4BT5U8k/TgQO97_yCsI/AAAAAAAAChQ/7fuev_h3150/s320/IMG_0622.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jUNM94nLsk0/TgQO9el5U5I/AAAAAAAAChI/-hun7MoLooI/s1600/IMG_0621.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"You want?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uX8TZTIApGc/TgQO9Afee9I/AAAAAAAAChA/xOPeEqfOpCw/s1600/IMG_0620.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Z2jU7FgR30/TgQO8xvV5VI/AAAAAAAACg4/zWr_ri_QSCM/s1600/IMG_0619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621634672172066130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Z2jU7FgR30/TgQO8xvV5VI/AAAAAAAACg4/zWr_ri_QSCM/s320/IMG_0619.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; they look alike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nZ6FV1P8Zuw/TgQNJcL_s3I/AAAAAAAACgI/oYA2Nj7FEZ8/s1600/IMG_0616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621632690701710194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nZ6FV1P8Zuw/TgQNJcL_s3I/AAAAAAAACgI/oYA2Nj7FEZ8/s320/IMG_0616.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kYX0qNANwU/TgQM3DhqvGI/AAAAAAAACgA/gk089Ei1NmQ/s1600/IMG_0618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621632374844079202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kYX0qNANwU/TgQM3DhqvGI/AAAAAAAACgA/gk089Ei1NmQ/s320/IMG_0618.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hnh6r8EpjTw/TgQM2lsmlzI/AAAAAAAACf4/s4bl6blNBok/s1600/IMG_0617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621632366836881202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hnh6r8EpjTw/TgQM2lsmlzI/AAAAAAAACf4/s4bl6blNBok/s320/IMG_0617.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-meSY_MGKyCo/TgQM2dZ2L-I/AAAAAAAACfw/x0dVafcWyxA/s1600/IMG_0616.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FR8PDW3Iui4/TgQM14Z22CI/AAAAAAAACfo/l7ThHGO60Vs/s1600/IMG_0615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621632354678659106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FR8PDW3Iui4/TgQM14Z22CI/AAAAAAAACfo/l7ThHGO60Vs/s320/IMG_0615.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p2RofnF_y4Q/TgQM1j8yxYI/AAAAAAAACfg/Q8zgXW87Kd4/s1600/IMG_0614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621632349188048258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p2RofnF_y4Q/TgQM1j8yxYI/AAAAAAAACfg/Q8zgXW87Kd4/s320/IMG_0614.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vafSwuxxSjY/TgQMDYpplrI/AAAAAAAACfY/GC3HQcYrhYw/s1600/IMG_0610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621631487161505458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vafSwuxxSjY/TgQMDYpplrI/AAAAAAAACfY/GC3HQcYrhYw/s320/IMG_0610.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da1xzLiWXXk/TgQMCyRbEBI/AAAAAAAACfQ/ex2w4KReH-s/s1600/IMG_0609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621631476859342866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da1xzLiWXXk/TgQMCyRbEBI/AAAAAAAACfQ/ex2w4KReH-s/s320/IMG_0609.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JWOxLInTMiw/TgQMCoXYc_I/AAAAAAAACfI/VVXJ5DHHCeo/s1600/IMG_0607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621631474199983090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JWOxLInTMiw/TgQMCoXYc_I/AAAAAAAACfI/VVXJ5DHHCeo/s320/IMG_0607.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nygrGPkrs1w/TgQMCFSqc7I/AAAAAAAACfA/TKI7dqk4vbw/s1600/IMG_0606.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621631464784950194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nygrGPkrs1w/TgQMCFSqc7I/AAAAAAAACfA/TKI7dqk4vbw/s320/IMG_0606.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lrXgG9NGAZA/TgQMB-okFbI/AAAAAAAACe4/DGSKh7a3rOM/s1600/IMG_0604.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Was stalking lyn-Z Way on Twitter and she's so sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H-Yv7-aVoTc/TgQLcokAxNI/AAAAAAAACew/WA-gVz-Cf5Y/s1600/IMG_0584.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621630821417927890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H-Yv7-aVoTc/TgQLcokAxNI/AAAAAAAACew/WA-gVz-Cf5Y/s320/IMG_0584.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SRcU4BxflW8/TgQLcUAorzI/AAAAAAAACeo/4HwQ3IFBlbk/s1600/IMG_0583.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was a zilian picture of Yy on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QIaKBGoWJlU/TgQLbhHJZNI/AAAAAAAACeY/JpvpbdfMQU0/s1600/IMG_0556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621630802237940946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QIaKBGoWJlU/TgQLbhHJZNI/AAAAAAAACeY/JpvpbdfMQU0/s320/IMG_0556.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ack why is not rotated?! Anywayz this is Mcr, obviously. I was just lamenting about the fact that they have yet to get an official drummer D: They should make Shredicone permanent, I like him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-73J2RG6eE7g/TgQLbA_6eCI/AAAAAAAACeQ/lB0eEZWqw8k/s1600/IMG_0555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621630793617668130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-73J2RG6eE7g/TgQLbA_6eCI/AAAAAAAACeQ/lB0eEZWqw8k/s320/IMG_0555.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zaE2YtffJmg/TgICdyiMz0I/AAAAAAAACeI/QeM-SrKYBkQ/s1600/IMG_0554.PNG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was sniggering to myself at this on a Sunday morning. Hilarious. But I guess you guys can't see it clearly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j0RDD5u1Y6A/TgICdK_K6bI/AAAAAAAACd4/lyPwIgAx24Y/s1600/IMG_0552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621057985100573106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j0RDD5u1Y6A/TgICdK_K6bI/AAAAAAAACd4/lyPwIgAx24Y/s320/IMG_0552.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cooked porridge! For the first time in my fifteen years! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hMFUmUPiqRk/TgICc2RLzPI/AAAAAAAACdw/jmFIpq0pw3c/s1600/IMG_0549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621057979538984178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hMFUmUPiqRk/TgICc2RLzPI/AAAAAAAACdw/jmFIpq0pw3c/s320/IMG_0549.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is this in the textbook LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--jks97fHMg4/TgICct_E2QI/AAAAAAAACdo/9kk0-VHQR9I/s1600/IMG_0545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621057977315547394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--jks97fHMg4/TgICct_E2QI/AAAAAAAACdo/9kk0-VHQR9I/s320/IMG_0545.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nSZM31cV-vA/TgIAodwNHKI/AAAAAAAACdg/LRJ_EL0D9yY/s1600/IMG_0543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621055980093381794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nSZM31cV-vA/TgIAodwNHKI/AAAAAAAACdg/LRJ_EL0D9yY/s320/IMG_0543.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qKeIxH83asc/TgIAoW3fAYI/AAAAAAAACdY/O6s_mCcRBfs/s1600/IMG_0513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621055978244866434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qKeIxH83asc/TgIAoW3fAYI/AAAAAAAACdY/O6s_mCcRBfs/s320/IMG_0513.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VJFoT5tV78A/TgIAoOIPTdI/AAAAAAAACdQ/K2-Itn0gxEg/s1600/IMG_0510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621055975899221458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VJFoT5tV78A/TgIAoOIPTdI/AAAAAAAACdQ/K2-Itn0gxEg/s320/IMG_0510.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suri Cruise is so pretty~ But I heard she's a spoilt brat. Wouldn't be surprised, with Tom and Katie as her parents&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aLZ72_NjJIk/TgIAnjSP2uI/AAAAAAAACdI/lFP2x2uwSUs/s1600/IMG_0495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621055964398476002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aLZ72_NjJIk/TgIAnjSP2uI/AAAAAAAACdI/lFP2x2uwSUs/s320/IMG_0495.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pJteM2vyhCY/TgIAnayly-I/AAAAAAAACdA/lT1m7s1mIdw/s1600/IMG_0494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621055962118212578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pJteM2vyhCY/TgIAnayly-I/AAAAAAAACdA/lT1m7s1mIdw/s320/IMG_0494.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EQsm41XEBlA/TgH9_vn3rOI/AAAAAAAACc4/CDOzgL9JAOQ/s1600/IMG_0491.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621053081492368610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EQsm41XEBlA/TgH9_vn3rOI/AAAAAAAACc4/CDOzgL9JAOQ/s320/IMG_0491.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8XmOu1uwyGg/TgH9_V3GK3I/AAAAAAAACcw/4hYHIpSy8T0/s1600/IMG_0490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621053074576911218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8XmOu1uwyGg/TgH9_V3GK3I/AAAAAAAACcw/4hYHIpSy8T0/s320/IMG_0490.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a real teardrop, not water by the way. HAHA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uXB5ZMEdBIM/TgH9_B9LjXI/AAAAAAAACco/1NbWVHhVOb0/s1600/IMG_0489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621053069233720690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uXB5ZMEdBIM/TgH9_B9LjXI/AAAAAAAACco/1NbWVHhVOb0/s320/IMG_0489.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now, Taylor, I'm really for ya, Imma let you finish, but Beyonce got one of the best videos of all time!" Well personally I don't agree with Kanye, but I'm on his side cause he's dissing Taylor (sorry Swifties) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l02ofv2jR7A/TgH9-8kPeFI/AAAAAAAACcg/0GCFSJhbyhc/s1600/IMG_0487.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621053067786942546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l02ofv2jR7A/TgH9-8kPeFI/AAAAAAAACcg/0GCFSJhbyhc/s320/IMG_0487.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made my day cause it was MINIOTICS &amp;lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WuYd_y1cC5Q/TgH9-kDnkeI/AAAAAAAACcY/v2qmkIkTScY/s1600/IMG_0486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621053061207658978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WuYd_y1cC5Q/TgH9-kDnkeI/AAAAAAAACcY/v2qmkIkTScY/s320/IMG_0486.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-edywKnxFNkg/TgH7cPuLVTI/AAAAAAAACcQ/-c5zJSafWgo/s1600/IMG_0485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621050272610211122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-edywKnxFNkg/TgH7cPuLVTI/AAAAAAAACcQ/-c5zJSafWgo/s320/IMG_0485.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p-mvZGpOaRA/TgH7bwB_KTI/AAAAAAAACcI/6KTUcYtacY0/s1600/IMG_0484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621050264103364914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p-mvZGpOaRA/TgH7bwB_KTI/AAAAAAAACcI/6KTUcYtacY0/s320/IMG_0484.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5PyhG1PyqHo/TgH7bqs5wGI/AAAAAAAACcA/adEqImGF-xY/s1600/IMG_0455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621050262672752738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5PyhG1PyqHo/TgH7bqs5wGI/AAAAAAAACcA/adEqImGF-xY/s320/IMG_0455.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s_bobXdG8Sw/TgH7bIsayoI/AAAAAAAACb4/1bBw5pUI47Y/s1600/IMG_0453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621050253543918210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s_bobXdG8Sw/TgH7bIsayoI/AAAAAAAACb4/1bBw5pUI47Y/s320/IMG_0453.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ADPO8gS2g90/TgH7axUItqI/AAAAAAAACbw/OGCPmFaEDaw/s1600/IMG_0452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621050247268054690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ADPO8gS2g90/TgH7axUItqI/AAAAAAAACbw/OGCPmFaEDaw/s320/IMG_0452.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2L_Upr6kCI/TgH4oerLaeI/AAAAAAAACbo/_h2P_ZZ_h2U/s1600/IMG_0450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621047184247712226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2L_Upr6kCI/TgH4oerLaeI/AAAAAAAACbo/_h2P_ZZ_h2U/s320/IMG_0450.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pBHyVHDoRm8/TgH4oGAN0HI/AAAAAAAACbg/x70bX4mH02o/s1600/IMG_0449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621047177625063538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pBHyVHDoRm8/TgH4oGAN0HI/AAAAAAAACbg/x70bX4mH02o/s320/IMG_0449.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V7vAsZZNttc/TgH4npUhkiI/AAAAAAAACbY/S-e1OhKZuH8/s1600/IMG_0447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621047169925616162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V7vAsZZNttc/TgH4npUhkiI/AAAAAAAACbY/S-e1OhKZuH8/s320/IMG_0447.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1jSdPx29XNs/TgH4nRFVlnI/AAAAAAAACbQ/GcueA1_QZnY/s1600/IMG_0446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621047163419465330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1jSdPx29XNs/TgH4nRFVlnI/AAAAAAAACbQ/GcueA1_QZnY/s320/IMG_0446.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m6IsaBVFSG8/TgH4nOxgoNI/AAAAAAAACbI/F5a5qz5uOt8/s1600/IMG_0445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621047162799431890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m6IsaBVFSG8/TgH4nOxgoNI/AAAAAAAACbI/F5a5qz5uOt8/s320/IMG_0445.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NCPXunGVDgQ/TgH3yNLKaOI/AAAAAAAACbA/4r7D84qjV_A/s1600/IMG_0444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621046251837090018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NCPXunGVDgQ/TgH3yNLKaOI/AAAAAAAACbA/4r7D84qjV_A/s320/IMG_0444.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_yDvUf7WqM/TgH3xi-KpGI/AAAAAAAACa4/XWlB1is-aQ0/s1600/IMG_0443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621046240508290146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_yDvUf7WqM/TgH3xi-KpGI/AAAAAAAACa4/XWlB1is-aQ0/s320/IMG_0443.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qgojt_ztdeQ/TgH3xUSY6KI/AAAAAAAACaw/xBVqpF3yfDk/s1600/IMG_0438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621046236566579362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qgojt_ztdeQ/TgH3xUSY6KI/AAAAAAAACaw/xBVqpF3yfDk/s320/IMG_0438.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-facepalm-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gYPh6gP39lQ/TgH3xJw05mI/AAAAAAAACao/rEudFwXciJs/s1600/IMG_0436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621046233741452898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gYPh6gP39lQ/TgH3xJw05mI/AAAAAAAACao/rEudFwXciJs/s320/IMG_0436.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suspending it in water so the ants can't munch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WLHZIYDyTU8/TgH3w21zx6I/AAAAAAAACag/GtAtn6lVtcc/s1600/IMG_0435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621046228662077346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WLHZIYDyTU8/TgH3w21zx6I/AAAAAAAACag/GtAtn6lVtcc/s320/IMG_0435.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Olz6BxS7gec/TfgiOu-ikxI/AAAAAAAACaY/awuqS9Gcek8/s1600/IMG_0434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618278171668550418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Olz6BxS7gec/TfgiOu-ikxI/AAAAAAAACaY/awuqS9Gcek8/s320/IMG_0434.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sbf6WLcCGlQ/TfgiORfpGEI/AAAAAAAACaQ/JM_A2QtDaEw/s1600/IMG_0432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618278163754326082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sbf6WLcCGlQ/TfgiORfpGEI/AAAAAAAACaQ/JM_A2QtDaEw/s320/IMG_0432.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JY2ls3zUdUk/TfgiN5ftwLI/AAAAAAAACaI/notd-Gwj_5I/s1600/IMG_0431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618278157312180402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JY2ls3zUdUk/TfgiN5ftwLI/AAAAAAAACaI/notd-Gwj_5I/s320/IMG_0431.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l5MQGnm3bGE/TfgiNRWgmLI/AAAAAAAACaA/finy00g-RNc/s1600/IMG_0430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618278146536151218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l5MQGnm3bGE/TfgiNRWgmLI/AAAAAAAACaA/finy00g-RNc/s320/IMG_0430.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d4v8HcoSE9I/TfgiM6dNNyI/AAAAAAAACZ4/3lNZetXK2_4/s1600/IMG_0429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618278140390225698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d4v8HcoSE9I/TfgiM6dNNyI/AAAAAAAACZ4/3lNZetXK2_4/s320/IMG_0429.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kDgd1GLDIyA/TfgbQU04rkI/AAAAAAAACZI/uXKpv2aHwAE/s1600/IMG_0423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618270502427078210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kDgd1GLDIyA/TfgbQU04rkI/AAAAAAAACZI/uXKpv2aHwAE/s320/IMG_0423.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viewing a house we might move into a few years down the road! Yay &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vAPace4OFm8/TfgbP8gyCGI/AAAAAAAACZA/ES-FwhnN0wg/s1600/IMG_0422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618270495900305506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vAPace4OFm8/TfgbP8gyCGI/AAAAAAAACZA/ES-FwhnN0wg/s320/IMG_0422.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fBEhXaC4MFk/TfgbP-F85VI/AAAAAAAACY4/AYHpDMlUZGA/s1600/IMG_0421.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZeEuDOF7es4/TfgbPQOohCI/AAAAAAAACYw/r15BmFX2uxE/s1600/IMG_0416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618270484013024290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZeEuDOF7es4/TfgbPQOohCI/AAAAAAAACYw/r15BmFX2uxE/s320/IMG_0416.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lNxHxk6mzYE/TfgbPORSmYI/AAAAAAAACYo/b6zoA6rsxkc/s1600/IMG_0412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618270483487299970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lNxHxk6mzYE/TfgbPORSmYI/AAAAAAAACYo/b6zoA6rsxkc/s320/IMG_0412.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love my pudding camera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes that's my bedroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THAT'S ALL FOLKS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Looney Tunes song plays- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naw I miss being a kid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, technically I still am one, but it doesn't feel like it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;what with the big 'O's popping up in just a few months... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;D: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess I have to go make those notes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-3686819798506183738?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/3686819798506183738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=3686819798506183738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/3686819798506183738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/3686819798506183738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/06/smirking-between-dignified-sips-of-his.html' title='Smirking between dignified sips of his dignified peace and lime daiquiri'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s0ViRNs_vHM/TgQWPCY9o3I/AAAAAAAACkw/9Z6LTUlY9Ds/s72-c/IMG_0662.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-5286759249764640909</id><published>2011-06-13T18:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T10:21:30.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I wouldn't be caught dead in this place</title><content type='html'>Somebody on Youtube said Brendon Urie has one of the best smirks ever. I AGREEEEEE. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, I'm getting my tuition money next week. YEZZZZ. On the down side, I'm grounded for the holidays except the weekends because I've been doing horribly in school. That is, in my mom's opinion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and did you guys know Paramore's coming to Singapore August 21st? Honestly I don't know whether I should go. It's really close to the big 'O's, and secondly I have no one to go with. But it's freaking Paramore. I've never been to a rock concert before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RATATATTTTT &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pictures next post!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-5286759249764640909?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/5286759249764640909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=5286759249764640909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/5286759249764640909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/5286759249764640909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/06/and-i-wouldnt-be-caught-dead-in-this.html' title='And I wouldn&apos;t be caught dead in this place'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-2614661055486642800</id><published>2011-06-11T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T00:14:47.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"And you're gonna be a funny little footnote on my epic ass."</title><content type='html'>Soooo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting in my bed now feeling super tired and all I wanna do is crash down and sleep my night away, but my hair's wet. So yeah. Sometimes I wish I could have a skinhead like Daughtry. &gt;:D But nah. I'd look terrible bald. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 12.02am now. Came home at 11.30pm after an absolutely fun night out with the Twitter buddies: @omgtania, @rundownhills, @fuehfueh, @ahhmily, @kysherz. Namely Tania, Lianne, Christine, Emily, Zijun. We went to this bbq Tania's family organised. I didn't feel like going initially, but boy am I glad I went! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day started out horrible, with my brother and mother waking me up at like 9. I get cranky when I suffer from a lack of sleep. Then I went for my piano lesson which was a freaking two hours where my teacher said I have to work really hard for my upcoming Grade 8 exam. Halfway through, my brother also called because he wanted to bring his laptop out and very rudely asked if I needed it during the afternoon. Selfish piece of lard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he talking real loudly and my piano teacher could hear every word. And y'know, the way siblings argue with each other might seem amusing to outsiders. So he was sniggering away. Embarrassing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided I needed to go out. The bbq was a blast. LOL. None of us did anything much actually, maybe only Christine. We were sitting around eating, taking lots of pictures, hanging at the playground and playing on the swings like we've never been on one, chatting and playing Cheat after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won Cheat for the very first time in my life. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved today! And it was my first time out with this group. (After-school lunches don't count) We should do it again sometime soon! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyahaha. I'm going to sleep now. Heck it if my hair's still wet, I'm going to fall asleep anytime now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-2614661055486642800?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/2614661055486642800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=2614661055486642800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/2614661055486642800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/2614661055486642800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/06/and-youre-gonna-be-funny-little.html' title='&quot;And you&apos;re gonna be a funny little footnote on my epic ass.&quot;'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-3479360167115722472</id><published>2011-06-08T19:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T19:41:55.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Stop - Ne-Yo #nowplaying</title><content type='html'>Put your pictures away&lt;br /&gt;Anything that might bring up memories of the days&lt;br /&gt;And the nights we spent in love&lt;br /&gt;You were my favourite song&lt;br /&gt;Baby tell me why we had to turn the radio off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I ain't trippin on you, I'm just fine&lt;br /&gt;You hardly ever even cross my mind&lt;br /&gt;And even though a blind man could look in my face&lt;br /&gt;And just know that that's a lie&lt;br /&gt;I'm barely treading water, sayin I'm alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne-Yo writes the best songs. Which is why I simply can't understand what happened to him lately. Give Me Everything sounds like he lost a great deal of musical genius. And, featuring Pitbull? That's no better than Chris Brown and Justin Bieber doing that collab. What is the world coming to? NE-YO, YOU'RE NE-YO. I'm sure you can do better than that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways. School ends in two days or so. About time, man. 12 weeks of school has driven me nuts. And I'll bet the teachers are gonna pile up homework on us during that precious two weeks' break we have. Holidays? -snort- Yeah, right. Sometimes I wish I wasn't born in Singapore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already I have homework for every single subject but Chinese. Why not just give us the time to start studying for Prelims 2? Well but then again, I'm wasting time blogging, aren't I? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I'll best be on my way out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-3479360167115722472?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/3479360167115722472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=3479360167115722472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/3479360167115722472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/3479360167115722472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/06/cant-stop-ne-yo-nowplaying.html' title='Can&apos;t Stop - Ne-Yo #nowplaying'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-4032396756210701189</id><published>2011-06-05T17:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T17:37:09.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're gonna wish you never had met me</title><content type='html'>Rolling in the deeeeee-ee-eeep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from a study date with Lyn. Calling her Lyn feels funny. Okay Lynchua it is then. She thought it was productive, but not to me cause I was eating most of the time. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hungry again. Soooo. How's life? :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My piano exam is on July 13th and I am sooooo nervous. I can't believe I've wasted all that time last year thinking my exam was still really far away so I didn't bother to practise much, but now it's only a month away. I'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to have dinner now. &lt;br /&gt;Ultra short post. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-4032396756210701189?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/4032396756210701189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=4032396756210701189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/4032396756210701189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/4032396756210701189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/06/youre-gonna-wish-you-never-had-met-me.html' title='You&apos;re gonna wish you never had met me'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-3133774530000137665</id><published>2011-05-28T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T23:51:37.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because of you, I'll never stray too far from the sidewalk</title><content type='html'>Love when the radio plays a string of awesome songs. Right now it's Kelly Clarkson's Because of You. And it's 987. How rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm freaking hungry, but the whole house is dark now and I'm really lazy to go get myself some food. There's nothing to eat anyway. I know how some people say there's nothing to eat when their fridges are packed, but no, mine's practically empty I swear. Cause my mom knows I won't stop snacking. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye the Lazy Song is on the radio! Did I mention how much I love the mv? (rhetorical question, yes I know I did) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so starved. Lianne and I went to Ikea yesterday for a lunch-dinner (lunner?) thing and omg the pasta is heavenly. The meatballs were awesome too, but the pasta was totally drool-worthy. Love Ikea food though it's pretty much overpriced so I don't go there much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt a new phrase today and that's 'blonde moment'. I think I've heard it before but I didn't really geddit. And I find it really funny! Even though it's kinda mean. But hey, blondes can be smart too! Just look at... Uhh... Emma Watson. (yeah I know she was born a redhead)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh. So boredddda. Anyway. My grade 8 piano exam is coming up and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(wait Imma go grab some bread)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back! So as I was saying, I'm kinda worried. But hey, I'll do well, I know. I'm a brilliant pianist. (cue nervous laughter) man, anything tastes good when you're hungry. I'm currently stuffing bread into my mouth. I hope that damn muscular distensible bag beneath my rib cage is happy now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should probably sleep now, but I don't feel like. I'll regret it tomorrow, I know. Soooo. Happy belated birthday to Bandit Lee Way? I think her birthday was yesterday. Bandit is such a lucky girl to be born to crazy talented parents like Gerard and LynZ Way. I'm a big fan of her parents. HAHAH. That sounds funny. Mikey and Alicia need to have a kid of their own. And so do Frank and Jamia, and Ray and... Uh. I forgot his wife's name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rambling, aren't I? Well okay this was a pretty meaningless post. I should go get some sleep. The songs on radio they played tonight were awesome, mostly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-3133774530000137665?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/3133774530000137665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=3133774530000137665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/3133774530000137665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/3133774530000137665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/05/because-of-you-ill-never-stray-too-far.html' title='Because of you, I&apos;ll never stray too far from the sidewalk'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-295218787565379719</id><published>2011-05-24T19:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T20:55:10.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick up, pick up, I think I'm losing you</title><content type='html'>English course today was... TT I'd much rather have chem lessons or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway. After school, I went to shop at Bugis with Lianne, Tania, Kairong, Emily, Christine, Zijun. Let me assure you that I am in no way associated with the 4J bimbo clique. HAHA. I'm just nerdy little me. (pushes up specs) though I think 'little' is the wrong word. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much at Bugis V really interests me actually, except the shoes. Oh lordy, the shoes. If I had moneh, I'd spend it all on shoes. Vans and Converse and just random shops at Bugis V. High-cuts, canvas, skater shoes. -dreams-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem. Walked around Bugis Junction with Lianne while the others had lunch cause I couldn't stand the smell of the tomyam soup. LOL. I think Cotton On has pretty stuffs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After shopping at Bugis V, Tania Lianne and I went to catch POC at E!hub. WE WANTED TO SNEAK IN TO PRIEST, DAMNIT. Cam Gigandet, my eye candy -sniff- But at the last second as we were turning towards the cinema screening Priest, the dude at the counter turned and saw Tania walking into the theatre. RATS. He came and asked us, very nicely and concernedly, if we were in the wrong cinema. I saw people looking and whispering as we left. (runs to a corner to hide face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But okay, at least this dude was naive. I mean, he actually believed Lianne's acting when she asked. 'Huh? Wrong cinema?' \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But okay, Mt totally lied when she told me POC sucks! She even said 'Don't watch it, it's not worth your money.' naw, c'mon. IT WAS EPIC. Jack Sparrow is so freakin awesome! HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religious guy: I've told you, I'm not with you, neither am I against you!&lt;br /&gt;Crew member: Can he do that? -bewildered-&lt;br /&gt;Captain Jack Sparrow: -shrug- he's religious, I think he's supposed to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the beginning when he smooched the old lady to nick her jewellery and when he was done she said 'That's it?' Gross, but lol-worthy. Penelope Cruz is really pretty, and so were the mermaids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pirates of the Caribbean is just awesome. I thought it would suck, especially since there's no Orlando Bloom and Keira Knightley, but whataya know? :D OHOH and the religious guy, Philip, is hawttt. And then he took off his shirt to give it to Serena -happy dance-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;Abrupt end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-295218787565379719?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/295218787565379719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=295218787565379719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/295218787565379719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/295218787565379719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/05/pick-up-pick-up-i-think-im-losing-you.html' title='Pick up, pick up, I think I&apos;m losing you'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-3919810113358574619</id><published>2011-05-22T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T23:13:18.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It feels like more than distance between us</title><content type='html'>Currently listening to California King Bed by Rihanna. I don't usually love her songs that much (not really a fan of party hits though there are exceptions) but she goes all soft rock in this one and it's lovelayye. I like the emotion in this one too, and they actually have a good guitar solo. Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz. I logged on to Blogger cause I found a... Whazzit called, expository essay? of mine that's titled Violence and I laughed when I saw this sentence I wrote, 'Torturing an ant may not seem like much, but it is extremely cruel and sadistic because you frighten an innocent insect purely for entertainment purposes.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just this morning I was sitting on the floor and there were a few ants scurrying around. They annoyed me so I squished them and put an end to their suffering. No more running around everyday wondering if your last antsy thoughts will be, 'Eh? Since when did my shadow get so damn big?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadisticity (is there such a word?) aside, I really like the Lazy Song video! Well mainly cause there's Poreotics in it, but the video was just so cute! It made me LOL. Both the beginning and ending were epic. If you haven't seen it, please do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I gotta sleep now, cause there's school tomorrow. Nawwww. We're having english lessons for the entire week this week. Oh, joy. I really don't see the point. It's not like at the end of the week, some students are gonna be like 'omg! I know so much more about english now!' That precious time should be used for chem or physics! (Actually I'm just saying that cause I'm worse in those two)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or we could just have our usual lessons. That'd be better, wouldn't it? (Just saying so I can wear pe tomorrow, I don't like my starchy uniform.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm rambling again. Aye, Lambert's Aftermath is on radio! I swear I think it's Daughtry everytime the beginning plays.&lt;br /&gt;Also, kindly excuse any spelling or grammatical errors in this post. I'm blogging on my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(AHHH YOUR LOVE IS JUST A LIE IS ON RADIO. I LOVE 913!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE, and a good night to all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-3919810113358574619?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/3919810113358574619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=3919810113358574619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/3919810113358574619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/3919810113358574619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/05/it-feels-like-more-than-distance.html' title='It feels like more than distance between us'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-6077231425144779015</id><published>2011-05-21T16:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T19:24:54.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well I don't remember- why remember?</title><content type='html'>There's a 71-song Mcr playlist on Youtube and that's what I've been listening to for the last couple of hours :D Singing along to every one of them, whether it's from I Brought You My Bullets You Brought Me Your Love, Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge, The Black Parade or Danger Days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Gerard and how he's such a brilliant artist, lyricist, songwriter and singer. I love the others as well, but Gee is just incredible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz. HALEY'S OUT OF AI. What the hell, seriously. I really wanted her to win. Now it's Scotty and Lauren left, and I don't think either of them deserves to win. Scotty has a amazing lower range, but imo he's just your average country singer, though my dad thinks he should win. Lauren... uhh. Brilliant voice, but she's not ready. She's so young, and she lacks a lot of confidence. First James, now Haley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohoh did I mention I'm gonna give english tuition to a sec1 girl? Yayyyy monehhhh HAHAHA. I hope I can help her cause apparently her english is really weak though her best subject is chinese. Maybe I can get her to read more. I think the funniest thing is that we're scheduled for monday, which is the same day that I have my tuition, as in someone else is teaching me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So about a couple hours after I've ended my tuition with her, I'm going to receive tuition myself HAHA. Don't mind me if you don't find it funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a pretty great day though I was exhausted by the end of it. Didn't start off too great too. I walked in late by ten minutes to chemistry. After that we had our english oral, and I was extremely 'lucky' to get two teachers instead of one. They were some indian new teacher and Mrs J Koh. The whole time during our conversation part I was being bombarded with questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a reaaaally mini class outing with Kairong, Yy, Nigel, Chawit, Cherie, Clarice, Jo Ann, Janice, Yixuan, Jz to Tampines after that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Kairong and I train-ed home and I played about five songs from the Mcr playlist I'm listening to now, as I mopped the floor on mom's orders. It was awesome. HAHA. I danced with the mop! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I showered and met Lianne (who was surprisingly early) at simei platform, and we went to Orchard! There wasn't a lot that interested me actually, but I did like walking around. I got two polo tees from Giordano! Yayyy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home I was freaking tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to meet Dionne, Jm and Elaine to go catch a movie at Nex today, but I was seriously poofed. Sorry girls! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's all for now, hope yall like my new blogskin!&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-6077231425144779015?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/6077231425144779015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=6077231425144779015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/6077231425144779015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/6077231425144779015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/05/well-i-dont-remember-why-remember.html' title='Well I don&apos;t remember- why remember?'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-7550940466146815096</id><published>2011-05-18T16:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T16:15:26.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you've paid for</title><content type='html'>I'm in the library now and I feel incredibly thirsty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, now, whenever I say 'thirsty', I think of vampires -______- Not a good thing. Before the whole Twilight saga, I used to be terrified of vampires, cause I read horror stories about them and they freaked me out. After the Twilight saga, I learnt that vampires were pretty boys with 'beautiful eyes' and lots and lots of powdery makeup. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz. Thirteen down, two more to go!! I like to say 'thirteen' cause it sounds much more satisfying than 13. They say emath is easy, so I'm much more worried for music. I'm in the library now, supposedly studying for music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to go out after the exams. I don't think I've gone out in like a month! I want to go to Ikea and downtown and I wanna watch a movie and eat at Soup Spoon... AHH SOUP SPOON. -choir sings and heavenly light shines-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if they (the light rays) refract through heaven. Refraction is the bending of light as it passes from one medium to another. Heh heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna focus on music now. &lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck! I need it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-7550940466146815096?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/7550940466146815096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=7550940466146815096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/7550940466146815096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/7550940466146815096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/05/there.html' title='There&apos;s nothing wrong with just a taste of what you&apos;ve paid for'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-209510338760122150</id><published>2011-05-16T22:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T22:14:20.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Along with the people inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;There are no raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses&lt;br /&gt;And sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses&lt;br /&gt;Shade of the sheets and before all the stains&lt;br /&gt;And a few more of your least favourite things&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, finally. That awesome song has been stuck in my head all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished music practical! I feel so... Shuang. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;One thing's for sure, I am not touching my pieces for at least another week.&lt;br /&gt;I've enough of practising like mad everyday after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 down, 4 up! Yay! I'm going to pass everything with bleak colours.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to go downtown after exams! &lt;br /&gt;I've been itching to go window-shop :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night study today at library was super.&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna do it soon again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, gluck for the remaining exams!&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-209510338760122150?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/209510338760122150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=209510338760122150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/209510338760122150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/209510338760122150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/05/there-are-no-raindrops-on-roses-and.html' title='Along with the people inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-8244120958948502313</id><published>2011-05-06T18:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T19:40:19.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I would wait and watch the hours fall in a hundred separate lines</title><content type='html'>Ooh I was gonna talk about how I think Canadians are hot, and by coincidence I got two Canadian readers today. I rarely get Canadian readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've concluded that Canadians are hot after seeing quite a few of them all at separate times. And yes, I do know Bieber's Canadian. I guess it wouldn't hurt to say that... -gag- Idon'tthinkhe'sthatbadafterall -gag- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob Lusk is out of American Idol! I feel... meh. Hahaha. It was kinda expected. My dad and I were talking earlier about American Idol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: 'The black guy can't sing. He only sings certain types of songs.'&lt;br /&gt;Me: 'Your country guy is no better.'&lt;br /&gt;Dad: 'No, the country guy can sing. he takes different types of songs, and turns them into country.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is -_________- but made me realise that actually, he has a point. HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, recently I logged on to Youtube to check out Vfc, something I haven't done in a pretty long time, and I got a shock when I saw comments like 'Good luck in whatever you choose to do, Bobby!' 'Why did you have to leave, Bobby?' 'We miss you, Bobby!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearly screamed, and I found they kicked Bobby Edner out. Why, oh why. First Thomas Fiss leaves, now they kick Bobby out. They've even changed their twitter picture to one of just the remaining four of them, and they deleted Bobby from the members list. I felt so upset. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So were the crazy, funny Youtube videos just a facade all along? And the whole 'our little brother Bobby' thing? You see, this is the reason why I don't listen to pop groups. Out of all the genres, they're the ones who cover themselves up the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz. I think I'm really unlucky today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a prank gone wrong D: I banged the toilet door into Tania's head by accident. It was that small millisecond before it happens when you realise something really bad's gonna happen, but yet you know you can't move in time to prevent it. I felt so guiltridden for the rest of the day, especially since the bruise started to swell up. AHHHHHHH TT I know I've said it a million times, but SORRY TANIA!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I came home, I got myself a glass of Cloudy Apple to cool down since the weather was killing me, and after drinking a mouthful, I bent down to flip on the computer switch, and my left hand on the table knocked over the glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PIANG! Out came the sweet drink and broken glass bits all over the table. Thankfully my keyboard was left unscarred, or else my folks would've had my head by now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today will be my last day of slacking before I start pia-ing for midyears. Three down, about ten more to go! (That sounds discouraging) With the power of meatballs, we can do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-8244120958948502313?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/8244120958948502313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=8244120958948502313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/8244120958948502313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/8244120958948502313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/05/and-i-would-wait-and-watch-hours-fall.html' title='And I would wait and watch the hours fall in a hundred separate lines'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-2836233755987071224</id><published>2011-05-01T21:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T21:30:39.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't breathe, but I still fight while I can fight</title><content type='html'>It kinda scares me to see that I have more US readers than Singaporean. Weeell. Not that it's a bad thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study date with Lianne at the airport  today was slightly better, though I've completely forgotten everything I've revised today. Subway sandwiches are (L) I have a recent fetish for pickles. Can't believe I used to hate em! Now i think they're awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and there was a group of students, around our age, situated a distance away from us at the long empty stretch of space we were studying at. They kept looking over! Lianne and I started dicussing what we could do to the staring evolved into a fight. 'Lianne, you take those two, I'll take the others on.' And she was saying she could flick her hair while we walked past later and I could smile sweetly at them and flash them the finger. Hee hee. But of course, that never happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those kids were really annoying though. They were walking around and slacking and talking loudly. Kids these days. -shakes head- Oh and Lianne said there was a couple who walked past and the girl whispered something to the guy, and they both looked at me. Then they laughed. -raises eyebrow- I know I'm a funny person, but there really wasn't a need to laugh that loud. Even I who was looking down heard them clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sorry about my lack of pictures this week. I'm deadbeat, and there's not many this week anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-2836233755987071224?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/2836233755987071224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=2836233755987071224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/2836233755987071224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/2836233755987071224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/05/cant-breathe-but-i-still-fight-while-i.html' title='Can&apos;t breathe, but I still fight while I can fight'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-2077183402735978877</id><published>2011-04-30T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T23:16:54.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm B-boy Bailrok, and I'm single."</title><content type='html'>Mi-ni-o-tics! (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like you to say sorry, I was waiting on a different story&lt;br /&gt;This time I'm mistaken for handing you a heart worth breaking&lt;br /&gt;And I've been wrong, I've been down to the bottom of every bottle&lt;br /&gt;These five words in my head scream "Are we having fun yet?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up with this stuck in ma head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study date with Lianne today was an utter fail.&lt;br /&gt;My chemistry facts are all screwed up. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope tomorrow's will be wayy better, or I'll go home feeling like damnn, I wasted my whole day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in the mood to do a proper post now.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like writing a song! Realised my songs recently are so emo.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm feeling emo or whatever. &lt;br /&gt;I'M AS HAPPY AS A MEATBALL!&lt;br /&gt;And so you should be too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I feel like screaming right now.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why. I think it's just one of those days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-2077183402735978877?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/2077183402735978877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=2077183402735978877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/2077183402735978877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/2077183402735978877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-b-boy-bailrok-and-im-single.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m B-boy Bailrok, and I&apos;m single.&quot;'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-412728781243203059</id><published>2011-04-24T18:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T18:14:26.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't hate us cause we're happy, don't hate us cause we're beautiful</title><content type='html'>I'm currently in a Hey Monday kinda mood.&lt;br /&gt;Which is pretty fitting since tomorrow's a Monday.&lt;br /&gt;(LAME)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blogging for the third day in a row! It's easier to blog now with my phone, since I've kinda gotten the hang of it. I also probably won't be updating for a while, because midyears are cominggg. It's the time of the year every normal kid loathes. 'O's are also approaching. Nooo. Sixteen's supposed to be one of the best years of your life. TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aneeways. It's dinnertime! I'm positively starving. &lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, Ne-Yo is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tell me how can you sleep&lt;br /&gt;How can you breathe&lt;br /&gt;I hate when you say how you love me now&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-412728781243203059?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/412728781243203059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=412728781243203059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/412728781243203059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/412728781243203059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/04/dont-hate-us-cause-were-happy-dont-hate.html' title='Don&apos;t hate us cause we&apos;re happy, don&apos;t hate us cause we&apos;re beautiful'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-2506089308261172469</id><published>2011-04-23T16:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T21:38:53.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diet pills, surgery, photoshopped pictures in magazines</title><content type='html'>Sat-tur-dayyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like going out, but at the same time I don't feel like getting my lazy ass out of the house. I've been feeling really dulztkztkxtmJxylxj lately because of piano. I'm completely not ready for either my abrsm exam or my midyears. I guess it's not as bad if I don't make it for my abrsm, because anyway I skipped Grade 6 and 7 (it was a really stupid decision) so I'm not really ready. But I don't wanna flunk my midyears D: sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've barely started on my Quadre Mazurkas. How am I supposed to master a grade 6 piece in two freaking weeks? It's impossible. And on the other hand, I don't wanna play my Prelude in D. It's boring and tough. Baroque pieces were never really my thing. I guess I'm more of a 20-century/jazz person. Dieeeeee. Should've taken geog instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my blog stats tell me that I have a few very devoted Slovenian readers. In all honesty, I had no idea where Slovenia was until I looked it up. It's in central Europe I think. Hahaha no offense to my Slovenian readers. HIYAAA. -waves- Will you tag at my formspring? -points to right hand side of the page- Nobody ever tags me. But I'm still not gonna revert to cbox because of all the dumb advertisers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was reading up on P!ATD as well (Man I love Wiki) and I found out they actually started out as a high school band that formed in 2004 and worked solely on making Blink-182 covers. And recently, they went on a tour with Blink-182, around 2009 I think. When I saw that I was like omg that is so epicccc. I mean, can you imagine idolising a band in your high school years and not knowing that around six years later, you'd be going on a tour with them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's exactly like that Jay Sean lyric: 'I used to dream about the life I'm living now.' I dunno about you, but I know I'd faint if I ever got the chance to go on a tour with Mcr, or even P!ATD themselves. Ahhh, P!ATD is soo lucky. But I know they worked really hard to get to where they are now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-2506089308261172469?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/2506089308261172469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=2506089308261172469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/2506089308261172469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/2506089308261172469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/04/sat-tur-dayyyyyy.html' title='Diet pills, surgery, photoshopped pictures in magazines'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-8137328934971153181</id><published>2011-04-22T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T22:26:20.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Times Square can't shine as bright as you</title><content type='html'>Oh, well imagine&lt;br /&gt;As I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor&lt;br /&gt;And I can't help but to hear&lt;br /&gt;No, I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What a beautiful wedding, what a beautiful wedding!"&lt;br /&gt;says the bridesmaid to a waiter&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, but what a shame, what a shame,&lt;br /&gt;the poor groom's bride is a whore"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chime in with a&lt;br /&gt;"Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamned door?"&lt;br /&gt;No, it's much better to face these kind of things&lt;br /&gt;with a sense of poise and rationality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a great song, but the word stresses are a bit... uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz. I didn't know there was such a thing as baroque pop! That's so coooool. I wonder if Mcr's Mama can be considered baroque rock? Since it's based on the Bohemian Rhapsody. Or is that even baroque? Haha nevermind if you don't get what I'm saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WEATHER'S KILLING ME MAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow I just realised after twitting so often, I'm only at my 899th tweet. Just tweeted my 900th! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG just realised I forgot all about watching American Idol. Ah but who cares, it's results show tonight and I already know who's out so it doesn't matter right? (And there's Katy Perry -shudders-) It's about time Stefano went home. Used to think he had an okay-ish voice, but he definitely doesn't deserve to be in the top 7. BRING BACK PIAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I watched Princess Protection Program on Channel 5! :D HAHAHA cause I was so boreddd. Dad gave me this disgusted look and asked, "Disney show? What are you watching?" LOL. No homo, but Selena Gomez is so pretty! Those big brown eyes... uhh not gonna elaborate cause I'll prolly sound lesbo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was reading up on P!ATD because I love them now. It's quite sad how a lot of bands have to struggle to get to where they are now, and most of the time they aren't really happy, and there's a lot of insider conflict, like what happened with Paramore. Worst thing is they can't even show their unhappiness, and they have to put on a smile for all their fans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned how much I cannot stand fangirls? I mean if you appreciate them for their music as well then okay, (trying not to seem hypocritical HAHA) but if 90% of the time you're just all "OMG GERARD IS SO CUUUUUTE" then go away man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz. Pictures will be up soon. I actually updated the 4L blog with pictures before my own. How sweet right, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You are beautiful, no matter what they say.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-8137328934971153181?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/8137328934971153181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=8137328934971153181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/8137328934971153181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/8137328934971153181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/04/times-square-cant-shine-as-bright-as.html' title='Times Square can&apos;t shine as bright as you'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-2406438986632107003</id><published>2011-04-15T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T22:43:55.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Next phase, new wave, dance craze, anyways, it's still rock and roll to me</title><content type='html'>Watching American Idol now! Ah I know, what else could I probably be watching right? Just saw this girl holding up a sign that says "TEAM DURBIN." Kekeke. She's got good taste. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul's going home tonight. Hm. Kinda saw it coming :/ Ooh Scotty and Lauren just did a country duet. PRETTY MAX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fridays are always good days, always. Regardless of how the school forces us to run 10min every Friday morning, makes it the official CCA day, and piles up extra lessons on the secfours. It's okay, we'll still love Fridays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today during music, Mrs Sng wanted us to give her names of songs we think have nice chord progressions. And cause the projector was turned on, we could see all her open Internet windows. Guess what. I saw this tab with a Blogger sign, and the title read "Skylines and Turnstiles".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's right, it was my blog. Totally freaked and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interruption. EEEEEEK. THEY'RE PLAYING DEAD! BY MCR ON AMERICAN IDOL NOW. -FANGIRL SCREAMS-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologise. Moving on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interruption again. I can almost predict everything the judges are gonna say.&lt;br /&gt;Randy: "YO! THAT WAS AWESOME! THAT'S HOW YOU DO IT! YEAH! YOU ARE IN IT TO WIN IT!"&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer: "Just... -shakes head- amazing. Beautiful."&lt;br /&gt;Steven: "You look great baby. And that was a wonderful performance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, I can't believe she was reading my blog! Teachers are really nosey. -shakes finger- and who was that ball of flatulence that ratted my url to her ah?! Hurhur. In the words of the Pink Panther, "Keeller! I weell fyne you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why students lock their blogs, and why I did so too for half a year. But if I lock my blog, I'll lose all my foreign readers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my day. Lianne and I took a bus to Tamp from school, and after she bought Koi we headed to E!hub. Attempted to get tickets for Limitless, and she went to buy them while I waited, since I'm underage TT &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the ticket lady said she has to produce two ezlinks for two tickets! So we went together to buy tickets for Bieber and after I bought Cupwalker and we walked around, we went up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked into the Bieber show, and after a lot of nervous laughter and planning, we decided to walk out and ask the counter lady if we could go to the toilet, then when we came back, walk into the Limitless cinema since there were a lot of cameras around the corridor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as we were supposed to turn left to the counter, apparently the counter lady wasn't looking in our direction. Lianne looked there, turned back, and said coolly, "Just keep walking." And I O___O -ed and just kept walking HAHA. So scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah we did it anyway. Felt totally OMG when we got in. In a good way of course. Budden we kept turning around, expecting to see a security guard come in any minute and walk up to us. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lianne was high-ing when I reminded her that she's legal anyway, I'm the October baby here! HAHA her expression. Can't believe she indirectly forgot she was sixteen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limitless was awesome!! Kinda reminded me of Inception and The Adjustment Bureau, another two of my all-time favourite movies. I don't really see why it was NC16 though. There wasn't a lot of flesh, if you compare it to Burlesque or House Bunny. And only one f-word. But still, I like the thrill of sneaking in. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had butter buns for dinner with Lianne. LOL. We sat at the top floor and just sat there and ate. We looked pathetic, to say the least. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took 5 home. It was eighteen long stops :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures will be up soon. I PROMISE. &lt;br /&gt;"And when a Stronghold makes a promise, that promise is kept!"&lt;br /&gt;HAHA sorry, I've a fetish for quoting movies lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-2406438986632107003?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/2406438986632107003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=2406438986632107003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/2406438986632107003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/2406438986632107003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/04/next-phase-new-wave-dance-craze-anyways.html' title='Next phase, new wave, dance craze, anyways, it&apos;s still rock and roll to me'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-4557674370417108142</id><published>2011-04-10T19:52:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T21:12:27.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say what you mean, tell me I'm right, and let the sun rain down on me</title><content type='html'>As promised. Ahhhh I'm in love with the Ballad of Mona Lisa by P!ATD. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a_LdBicG51Q/TamRAWSxMtI/AAAAAAAACM4/VWNY-njT2L4/s1600/IMG_0279.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e1J3B-hVWcU/TamRAL6OEmI/AAAAAAAACMw/ovD-nbE_pV4/s1600/IMG_0278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596163444367561314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e1J3B-hVWcU/TamRAL6OEmI/AAAAAAAACMw/ovD-nbE_pV4/s320/IMG_0278.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o75mI9_WSo8/TamPx5lSAmI/AAAAAAAACMo/7Ef3qnsq_yc/s1600/IMG_0275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596162099418104418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o75mI9_WSo8/TamPx5lSAmI/AAAAAAAACMo/7Ef3qnsq_yc/s320/IMG_0275.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Au38XQj0x6w/TamPxUbdgNI/AAAAAAAACMg/Q3wLhk8SvmY/s1600/IMG_0274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596162089444802770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Au38XQj0x6w/TamPxUbdgNI/AAAAAAAACMg/Q3wLhk8SvmY/s320/IMG_0274.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tLUHQrJnkIo/TamPxKhACKI/AAAAAAAACMY/kzMGXX37Nco/s1600/IMG_0273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596162086783682722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tLUHQrJnkIo/TamPxKhACKI/AAAAAAAACMY/kzMGXX37Nco/s320/IMG_0273.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NGyEvAxkt6I/TamPw_Qbb1I/AAAAAAAACMQ/_AotPk0JjI4/s1600/IMG_0271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596162083761385298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NGyEvAxkt6I/TamPw_Qbb1I/AAAAAAAACMQ/_AotPk0JjI4/s320/IMG_0271.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KfzHjKAVTT4/TamPwovGxzI/AAAAAAAACMI/4LU-x-MA_FE/s1600/IMG_0270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596162077716039474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KfzHjKAVTT4/TamPwovGxzI/AAAAAAAACMI/4LU-x-MA_FE/s320/IMG_0270.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ecs-8DASrIM/TamOxxoRhFI/AAAAAAAACMA/V3K0Rmt4emg/s1600/IMG_0269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596160997771543634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ecs-8DASrIM/TamOxxoRhFI/AAAAAAAACMA/V3K0Rmt4emg/s320/IMG_0269.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TcDilKt5NM4/TamOxtPqKMI/AAAAAAAACL4/Zclm2ZhglJ4/s1600/IMG_0268.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wsPQUp6GRs8/TamOxUkXWkI/AAAAAAAACLw/COE2KUkvGq0/s1600/IMG_0266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596160989970520642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wsPQUp6GRs8/TamOxUkXWkI/AAAAAAAACLw/COE2KUkvGq0/s320/IMG_0266.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YkAL-z2i7UQ/TamOxJGaECI/AAAAAAAACLo/vl3zn0tINLA/s1600/IMG_0265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596160986892079138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YkAL-z2i7UQ/TamOxJGaECI/AAAAAAAACLo/vl3zn0tINLA/s320/IMG_0265.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb3FygEo3_o/TamOwxcCacI/AAAAAAAACLg/9n35zS0Fhiw/s1600/IMG_0259.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whoops, forgot to rotate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;INCEPTION&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ds1py72BAWc/TamN4f5jZ7I/AAAAAAAACLQ/UmmjforGpyg/s1600/IMG_0257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596160013759637426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ds1py72BAWc/TamN4f5jZ7I/AAAAAAAACLQ/UmmjforGpyg/s320/IMG_0257.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;L and I were being cheeky by turning on flash and taking a picture of them, just to see if they'd turn back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, being in the last row of the cinema has its benefits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KVV9WwovQNg/TamN4FiwjnI/AAAAAAAACLI/2BZ-0dORvsw/s1600/IMG_0253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596160006684708466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KVV9WwovQNg/TamN4FiwjnI/AAAAAAAACLI/2BZ-0dORvsw/s320/IMG_0253.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zEU0rho5-90/TamN39QlTwI/AAAAAAAACLA/v_VfSc944cg/s1600/IMG_0252.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8xM3896Uj3E/TamNPz3XQvI/AAAAAAAACKw/7PdGDhGBzvs/s1600/IMG_0246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596159314744525554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8xM3896Uj3E/TamNPz3XQvI/AAAAAAAACKw/7PdGDhGBzvs/s320/IMG_0246.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4_r8LiSYQow/TamNP_CdPSI/AAAAAAAACKo/54r4YWu0seg/s1600/IMG_0245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596159317743844642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4_r8LiSYQow/TamNP_CdPSI/AAAAAAAACKo/54r4YWu0seg/s320/IMG_0245.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cV6mNz94sOE/TamNPcbWwOI/AAAAAAAACKg/DjGMewBWovg/s1600/IMG_0243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596159308453036258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cV6mNz94sOE/TamNPcbWwOI/AAAAAAAACKg/DjGMewBWovg/s320/IMG_0243.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ErD46qsDPnc/TamNPOkJGLI/AAAAAAAACKY/OiQdXwrZ-4s/s1600/IMG_0242.PNG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-24UtRRk6C00/TamNO3twwrI/AAAAAAAACKQ/DKG7SaoAJWU/s1600/IMG_0228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596159298598126258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-24UtRRk6C00/TamNO3twwrI/AAAAAAAACKQ/DKG7SaoAJWU/s320/IMG_0228.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Biggg studio with the sucky piano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EL0CDWvuCt8/TamMAEgCaJI/AAAAAAAACKA/-n6Sbl1lhRw/s1600/IMG_0226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596157944820557970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EL0CDWvuCt8/TamMAEgCaJI/AAAAAAAACKA/-n6Sbl1lhRw/s320/IMG_0226.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dqIyYYoJ5pw/TamL_5ReijI/AAAAAAAACJ4/youbt651F3c/s1600/IMG_0225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596157941806697010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dqIyYYoJ5pw/TamL_5ReijI/AAAAAAAACJ4/youbt651F3c/s320/IMG_0225.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uNE3KcnXSSM/TamL_5uZnwI/AAAAAAAACJw/SMiuxvw4GRo/s1600/IMG_0224.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jL88wreblns/TamL_qsptqI/AAAAAAAACJo/n46joD4qlf4/s1600/IMG_0223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596157937894143650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jL88wreblns/TamL_qsptqI/AAAAAAAACJo/n46joD4qlf4/s320/IMG_0223.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Q-Sj-uXHug/TaGlAlAgLXI/AAAAAAAACJg/BKJCYgjbnQk/s1600/IMG_0217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593933641523670386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Q-Sj-uXHug/TaGlAlAgLXI/AAAAAAAACJg/BKJCYgjbnQk/s320/IMG_0217.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JwrGYR0yhIs/TaGktaV7xmI/AAAAAAAACJY/j5lBjE7SsVg/s1600/IMG_0216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593933312243254882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JwrGYR0yhIs/TaGktaV7xmI/AAAAAAAACJY/j5lBjE7SsVg/s320/IMG_0216.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qcAQxscvFAg/TaGkTOJCwxI/AAAAAAAACJQ/sZDZkWdcKiI/s1600/IMG_0215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593932862291362578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qcAQxscvFAg/TaGkTOJCwxI/AAAAAAAACJQ/sZDZkWdcKiI/s320/IMG_0215.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6O9rc--lJfs/TaGkS-kcJfI/AAAAAAAACJI/UsojG5-s47w/s1600/IMG_0214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593932858111305202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6O9rc--lJfs/TaGkS-kcJfI/AAAAAAAACJI/UsojG5-s47w/s320/IMG_0214.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BNrvJL8QN-I/TaGkSr4AqXI/AAAAAAAACJA/Gt95RC5vihU/s1600/IMG_0213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593932853093116274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BNrvJL8QN-I/TaGkSr4AqXI/AAAAAAAACJA/Gt95RC5vihU/s320/IMG_0213.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F4-AAYqE6QE/TaGkSAFJpVI/AAAAAAAACI4/lc0ss11eofk/s1600/IMG_0210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593932841337070930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F4-AAYqE6QE/TaGkSAFJpVI/AAAAAAAACI4/lc0ss11eofk/s320/IMG_0210.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SjbcCpyhRcs/TaGkR45UaXI/AAAAAAAACIw/dDAYJURQaFk/s1600/IMG_0209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593932839408396658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SjbcCpyhRcs/TaGkR45UaXI/AAAAAAAACIw/dDAYJURQaFk/s320/IMG_0209.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cola, the pregnant maid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mMIWOSH0znA/TaGjn6RvqFI/AAAAAAAACIo/lXNbIaIBDJ0/s1600/IMG_0208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593932118224775250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mMIWOSH0znA/TaGjn6RvqFI/AAAAAAAACIo/lXNbIaIBDJ0/s320/IMG_0208.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KXGBJxg61AM/TaGjn89qjUI/AAAAAAAACIg/e3tSSpKCniY/s1600/IMG_0205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593932118945860930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KXGBJxg61AM/TaGjn89qjUI/AAAAAAAACIg/e3tSSpKCniY/s320/IMG_0205.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oY2rqgMqbUk/TaGjnSDiJoI/AAAAAAAACIY/dnYK5W81LYE/s1600/IMG_0204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593932107427751554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oY2rqgMqbUk/TaGjnSDiJoI/AAAAAAAACIY/dnYK5W81LYE/s320/IMG_0204.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4LkKzIkIICI/TaGjneJ18mI/AAAAAAAACIQ/3FqPOCGa16o/s1600/IMG_0203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593932110675440226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4LkKzIkIICI/TaGjneJ18mI/AAAAAAAACIQ/3FqPOCGa16o/s320/IMG_0203.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9rHzBwBSnQ4/TaGjnLeuFbI/AAAAAAAACII/81nq-yv72b0/s1600/IMG_0201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593932105662731698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9rHzBwBSnQ4/TaGjnLeuFbI/AAAAAAAACII/81nq-yv72b0/s320/IMG_0201.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdUPG6QphGE/TaGgSkQO8OI/AAAAAAAACIA/IxzG5cknB2M/s1600/IMG_0199.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lyfaDdnrJp0/TaGgSRYTh1I/AAAAAAAACH4/KjQFATxEAHU/s1600/IMG_0198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593928447934302034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lyfaDdnrJp0/TaGgSRYTh1I/AAAAAAAACH4/KjQFATxEAHU/s320/IMG_0198.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EYPJdPsa6CQ/TaGgSbeszYI/AAAAAAAACHw/Ir1xMTB2CUc/s1600/IMG_0196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593928450645478786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EYPJdPsa6CQ/TaGgSbeszYI/AAAAAAAACHw/Ir1xMTB2CUc/s320/IMG_0196.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UabTB6CmYs4/TaGgSNzz8JI/AAAAAAAACHo/7sMCLJbfG0Y/s1600/IMG_0195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593928446975930514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UabTB6CmYs4/TaGgSNzz8JI/AAAAAAAACHo/7sMCLJbfG0Y/s320/IMG_0195.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rJrrJRV8qjQ/TaGgR0_H9hI/AAAAAAAACHg/hGFVnlCB_Hs/s1600/IMG_0194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593928440312493586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rJrrJRV8qjQ/TaGgR0_H9hI/AAAAAAAACHg/hGFVnlCB_Hs/s320/IMG_0194.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-90OyfgBe7uo/TaGfRHr0BzI/AAAAAAAACHY/IB89o22reuU/s1600/IMG_0194.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yLARNq_B2RA/TaGfQ8RoQ4I/AAAAAAAACHQ/VBMOoapzouI/s1600/IMG_0189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593927325577659266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yLARNq_B2RA/TaGfQ8RoQ4I/AAAAAAAACHQ/VBMOoapzouI/s320/IMG_0189.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SOUP SPOON! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FpnMZGmNavI/TaGecenY0wI/AAAAAAAACGY/2Lpibvhvmbw/s1600/IMG_0177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593926424262660866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FpnMZGmNavI/TaGecenY0wI/AAAAAAAACGY/2Lpibvhvmbw/s320/IMG_0177.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2rcU9YQdm5E/TaGeb94R6HI/AAAAAAAACGQ/OqGpX37T9NA/s1600/IMG_0176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593926415475140722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2rcU9YQdm5E/TaGeb94R6HI/AAAAAAAACGQ/OqGpX37T9NA/s320/IMG_0176.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-USPzkLGr_zU/TaGdfQhFPRI/AAAAAAAACGI/NXn9EPx4n74/s1600/IMG_0173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593925372506094866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-USPzkLGr_zU/TaGdfQhFPRI/AAAAAAAACGI/NXn9EPx4n74/s320/IMG_0173.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xE0pvOfeWvc/TaGdfBgw5OI/AAAAAAAACGA/GROv1A1WkqE/s1600/IMG_0171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593925368478229730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xE0pvOfeWvc/TaGdfBgw5OI/AAAAAAAACGA/GROv1A1WkqE/s320/IMG_0171.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zbjNv_CtESY/TaGde3tl3jI/AAAAAAAACF4/I3zFslwTgJE/s1600/IMG_0169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593925365847678514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zbjNv_CtESY/TaGde3tl3jI/AAAAAAAACF4/I3zFslwTgJE/s320/IMG_0169.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Note: I'm not lesbian. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_NNXqPZ9Bfg/TaGdeqnDJtI/AAAAAAAACFw/NX-nFMF0QaM/s1600/IMG_0168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593925362330576594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_NNXqPZ9Bfg/TaGdeqnDJtI/AAAAAAAACFw/NX-nFMF0QaM/s320/IMG_0168.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xYc8VI0pYrc/TaGdeRBZjFI/AAAAAAAACFo/_YuAMjYckN0/s1600/IMG_0167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593925355461774418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xYc8VI0pYrc/TaGdeRBZjFI/AAAAAAAACFo/_YuAMjYckN0/s320/IMG_0167.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xY67irp8j70/TaGcpHQ0_aI/AAAAAAAACFg/nSgIzcCe04Q/s1600/IMG_0166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593924442309066146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xY67irp8j70/TaGcpHQ0_aI/AAAAAAAACFg/nSgIzcCe04Q/s320/IMG_0166.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I4Oh59jaB2I/TaGcoyVmw3I/AAAAAAAACFY/TJplTamrjXE/s1600/IMG_0165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593924436691960690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I4Oh59jaB2I/TaGcoyVmw3I/AAAAAAAACFY/TJplTamrjXE/s320/IMG_0165.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was a total scam. 7 fuhreeking bucks -_____- But okay, the salmon's quite nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiAHfbqP2Nw/TaGcoqY2K4I/AAAAAAAACFQ/qEK9YV1NXzI/s1600/IMG_0152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593924434558069634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiAHfbqP2Nw/TaGcoqY2K4I/AAAAAAAACFQ/qEK9YV1NXzI/s320/IMG_0152.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9nrRjyXBrow/TaGcoUNND8I/AAAAAAAACFI/0LhQtvJyySk/s1600/IMG_0151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593924428603658178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9nrRjyXBrow/TaGcoUNND8I/AAAAAAAACFI/0LhQtvJyySk/s320/IMG_0151.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I freaked out when I found a pile of crabs in my sink. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G36su9O2ekU/TaGcn5E2OcI/AAAAAAAACFA/Di3VZ9s412g/s1600/IMG_0150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593924421320849858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G36su9O2ekU/TaGcn5E2OcI/AAAAAAAACFA/Di3VZ9s412g/s320/IMG_0150.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw guys, TAG ME LEH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That formspring 'My 'tagboard'' thing in the right hand side is my personal comments page.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you just wanna say tag something, just type it in there and enter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-4557674370417108142?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/4557674370417108142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=4557674370417108142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/4557674370417108142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/4557674370417108142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/04/say-what-you-mean-tell-me-i.html' title='Say what you mean, tell me I&apos;m right, and let the sun rain down on me'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e1J3B-hVWcU/TamRAL6OEmI/AAAAAAAACMw/ovD-nbE_pV4/s72-c/IMG_0278.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-1218617763512814423</id><published>2011-04-09T14:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T14:27:27.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the lights go out, would you take me with you?</title><content type='html'>'I'm out there on the frontlines, liberating people with my music. Rockin ain't no walk in the park, lady.'&lt;br /&gt;Jack Black is awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using my phone to blog at my aunt's birthday chalet now.&lt;br /&gt;Her birthday's actually tomorrow, but she booked a chalet today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am bored outta my mind. The rest of the family's sitting around talking. I knew I'd regret coming, but my mom would give me hell over it. Family gatherings are no fun at all. I'd much rather go home and, as I like to put it, spend quality time with my computer. :D I'm sorry for wasting a whole post on whining, especially when I haven't updated the entire week. I would post pictures, but I can't on my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only there was a Blogger app for iphones.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's a random funny tweet.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'Dear students, &lt;br /&gt;don't think I don't know when you're texting in class.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, nobody just looks down at their crotch and smiles.&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Your teacher.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm soo bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-1218617763512814423?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/1218617763512814423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=1218617763512814423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/1218617763512814423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/1218617763512814423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/04/when-lights-go-out-would-you-take-me.html' title='When the lights go out, would you take me with you?'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-3109965221253096207</id><published>2011-04-01T21:22:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T22:35:53.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well don't I look pretty walking down the street in the best damn tux I own?</title><content type='html'>I'M BACK. Feels like super long since I last blogged leh, somehow. Anyway, AI's started already and I should go turn on the tv now, but instead I'm here uploading a gazillion pictures, JUST FOR YALL. So be grateful. Hmph. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590616701079604994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eag_y6WNIeA/TZXcRO83TwI/AAAAAAAACE4/EvT8a2x7kMQ/s320/TribalDressZ.jpg" /&gt; I kind of like this dress leh. Lianne made me try it, at F21. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590616694789116978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eit7qyxKB-I/TZXcQ3hGFDI/AAAAAAAACEw/2d2asa7BSJc/s320/Me_lianne.jpg" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UuzVf5RCiCs/TZXcQkrXRQI/AAAAAAAACEo/8xtkFAQRAjw/s1600/TribalDress2Z.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P0GSROOueiU/TZXb-HgUhyI/AAAAAAAACEg/WwIu2hIYiaM/s1600/Me_icecream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590616372663322402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P0GSROOueiU/TZXb-HgUhyI/AAAAAAAACEg/WwIu2hIYiaM/s320/Me_icecream.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zEf3SFMMYOk/TZXb97mMVEI/AAAAAAAACEY/2dFXm179HWs/s1600/IMG_0148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590616369466725442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zEf3SFMMYOk/TZXb97mMVEI/AAAAAAAACEY/2dFXm179HWs/s320/IMG_0148.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5iPCNI0UdXk/TZXb9rphHHI/AAAAAAAACEQ/TNwg0UMYjuo/s1600/IMG_0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590616365185703026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5iPCNI0UdXk/TZXb9rphHHI/AAAAAAAACEQ/TNwg0UMYjuo/s320/IMG_0147.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bX-UqTN5tSU/TZXb9Xqyc0I/AAAAAAAACEI/yHe5eMFK9VY/s1600/IMG_0146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590616359822324546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bX-UqTN5tSU/TZXb9Xqyc0I/AAAAAAAACEI/yHe5eMFK9VY/s320/IMG_0146.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i1wRt101U9s/TZXbP6wnnkI/AAAAAAAACD4/9XdWaJLw4tU/s1600/IMG_0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590615578968038978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i1wRt101U9s/TZXbP6wnnkI/AAAAAAAACD4/9XdWaJLw4tU/s320/IMG_0142.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ohoh, Ms Chio (our drama instructor) made the actors put their hands in their mouths and act, to help them with their pronounciation I think. DAMN FUNNY. They were all like "ahamagamah" blah blah &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v0HA7IE4Is8/TZXbPuDhxsI/AAAAAAAACDw/LpSmFjED1-Q/s1600/IMG_0141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590615575557686978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v0HA7IE4Is8/TZXbPuDhxsI/AAAAAAAACDw/LpSmFjED1-Q/s320/IMG_0141.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Juniors plus Anna and Rebekah decided to start camwhoring with my phone. LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6XzCNEdmuiE/TZXbPXxdttI/AAAAAAAACDo/BdcwnjSOxt0/s1600/IMG_0140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590615569576343250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6XzCNEdmuiE/TZXbPXxdttI/AAAAAAAACDo/BdcwnjSOxt0/s320/IMG_0140.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eCmnETx4JqI/TZXbPcm1yaI/AAAAAAAACDg/OYxGMil0AQc/s1600/IMG_0139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590615570873960866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eCmnETx4JqI/TZXbPcm1yaI/AAAAAAAACDg/OYxGMil0AQc/s320/IMG_0139.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dMnjXndkM7M/TZXbPPpq2MI/AAAAAAAACDY/tmZQHHvrbk4/s1600/IMG_0138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590615567396165826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dMnjXndkM7M/TZXbPPpq2MI/AAAAAAAACDY/tmZQHHvrbk4/s320/IMG_0138.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b4xz_VrkoGw/TZXaueSwy_I/AAAAAAAACDQ/Y99_I3u87Jc/s1600/IMG_0137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590615004390935538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b4xz_VrkoGw/TZXaueSwy_I/AAAAAAAACDQ/Y99_I3u87Jc/s320/IMG_0137.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lqM53xtZVMk/TZXauLOAk6I/AAAAAAAACDI/r8nWjt5196g/s1600/IMG_0136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590614999270724514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lqM53xtZVMk/TZXauLOAk6I/AAAAAAAACDI/r8nWjt5196g/s320/IMG_0136.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-35KJhh_ZzBc/TZXauLPhAoI/AAAAAAAACDA/Xkth8CCG2GY/s1600/IMG_0135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590614999277044354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-35KJhh_ZzBc/TZXauLPhAoI/AAAAAAAACDA/Xkth8CCG2GY/s320/IMG_0135.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MXQYvnKTZFU/TZXat-vRAYI/AAAAAAAACC4/b-2qNc6aAwM/s1600/IMG_0134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590614995920552322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MXQYvnKTZFU/TZXat-vRAYI/AAAAAAAACC4/b-2qNc6aAwM/s320/IMG_0134.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_EJdZnBfxq4/TZXatt0-W4I/AAAAAAAACCw/9Jj8yAIUjMI/s1600/IMG_0133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590614991381093250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_EJdZnBfxq4/TZXatt0-W4I/AAAAAAAACCw/9Jj8yAIUjMI/s320/IMG_0133.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JdiVB9mwD1w/TZXaZJK7xfI/AAAAAAAACCo/9Hivu06p4PM/s1600/IMG_0132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590614637943703026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JdiVB9mwD1w/TZXaZJK7xfI/AAAAAAAACCo/9Hivu06p4PM/s320/IMG_0132.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BYD5qtsvU68/TZXaY2nd9oI/AAAAAAAACCg/yql8oFgL6Hc/s1600/IMG_0131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590614632963110530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BYD5qtsvU68/TZXaY2nd9oI/AAAAAAAACCg/yql8oFgL6Hc/s320/IMG_0131.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7bpgZbp5rqc/TZXaY8wGzsI/AAAAAAAACCY/wZg8Nqrz75M/s1600/IMG_0130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590614634609954498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7bpgZbp5rqc/TZXaY8wGzsI/AAAAAAAACCY/wZg8Nqrz75M/s320/IMG_0130.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Charis sooo cute!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SVHpZdBULnQ/TZXaYuSaAlI/AAAAAAAACCQ/1d98mSNfF-0/s1600/IMG_0129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590614630727287378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SVHpZdBULnQ/TZXaYuSaAlI/AAAAAAAACCQ/1d98mSNfF-0/s320/IMG_0129.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GlN44i9_vo4/TZXaYZ6soVI/AAAAAAAACCI/scmr9I-UCYQ/s1600/IMG_0128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590614625259135314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GlN44i9_vo4/TZXaYZ6soVI/AAAAAAAACCI/scmr9I-UCYQ/s320/IMG_0128.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G0yCmA-MX7s/TZXZ38l_CUI/AAAAAAAACCA/yzZSKdbYSUU/s1600/IMG_0127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590614067631819074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G0yCmA-MX7s/TZXZ38l_CUI/AAAAAAAACCA/yzZSKdbYSUU/s320/IMG_0127.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tD45rNciLng/TZXZ3m9mghI/AAAAAAAACB4/3E0yxRsy6Mc/s1600/IMG_0126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590614061825294866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tD45rNciLng/TZXZ3m9mghI/AAAAAAAACB4/3E0yxRsy6Mc/s320/IMG_0126.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X96XArvXl30/TZXZ3t7kWvI/AAAAAAAACBw/OQypF6Q6aI8/s1600/IMG_0125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 173px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590614063695813362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X96XArvXl30/TZXZ3t7kWvI/AAAAAAAACBw/OQypF6Q6aI8/s320/IMG_0125.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-61ciDP4CQ50/TZXZ3fyvVxI/AAAAAAAACBo/pzWf_h7XiVE/s1600/IMG_0124.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jhMXHPJaCnc/TZXZ3URlbCI/AAAAAAAACBg/rk9al00aAKo/s1600/IMG_0123.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uh, (below) the boys decided to start passing Chawit around the class. Literally.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bfCqXSCua8E/TZXZMtGNktI/AAAAAAAACBY/8yoBkpXEl04/s1600/IMG_0114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590613324737647314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bfCqXSCua8E/TZXZMtGNktI/AAAAAAAACBY/8yoBkpXEl04/s320/IMG_0114.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3fQuxELQij4/TZXZMA6vuSI/AAAAAAAACBQ/4BXotVFcWKg/s1600/IMG_0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590613312878393634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3fQuxELQij4/TZXZMA6vuSI/AAAAAAAACBQ/4BXotVFcWKg/s320/IMG_0113.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IriOaAJUI8A/TZXZL3KZkiI/AAAAAAAACBI/Fs1dPW0igw0/s1600/IMG_0112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590613310259696162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IriOaAJUI8A/TZXZL3KZkiI/AAAAAAAACBI/Fs1dPW0igw0/s320/IMG_0112.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_6Kb5un3lRA/TZXZLtD-7fI/AAAAAAAACBA/C67iRwGj-4c/s1600/IMG_0111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590613307548429810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_6Kb5un3lRA/TZXZLtD-7fI/AAAAAAAACBA/C67iRwGj-4c/s320/IMG_0111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YYW0-EC5n5k/TZXZLc5eNnI/AAAAAAAACA4/549zYcqT_qo/s1600/IMG_0110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590613303209375346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YYW0-EC5n5k/TZXZLc5eNnI/AAAAAAAACA4/549zYcqT_qo/s320/IMG_0110.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j1ptfVhlvv8/TZXYSXMBAHI/AAAAAAAACAw/I6HfR3dKdmU/s1600/IMG_0109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590612322423996530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j1ptfVhlvv8/TZXYSXMBAHI/AAAAAAAACAw/I6HfR3dKdmU/s320/IMG_0109.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9s09Esk1eLo/TZXYSCMik3I/AAAAAAAACAo/QFXdw5mQpDo/s1600/IMG_0108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590612316789052274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9s09Esk1eLo/TZXYSCMik3I/AAAAAAAACAo/QFXdw5mQpDo/s320/IMG_0108.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;LOL @ Chawit. Unglam max&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gczTD7PWdig/TZXYR5LRu7I/AAAAAAAACAg/69RhXbuf0LY/s1600/IMG_0106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590612314367835058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gczTD7PWdig/TZXYR5LRu7I/AAAAAAAACAg/69RhXbuf0LY/s320/IMG_0106.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fRMmduWDs38/TZXYRrXqiCI/AAAAAAAACAY/aYRNUicLbAw/s1600/IMG_0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590612310661695522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fRMmduWDs38/TZXYRrXqiCI/AAAAAAAACAY/aYRNUicLbAw/s320/IMG_0105.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jaXYIi9Wf3E/TZXYRYUfSZI/AAAAAAAACAQ/FXLOofSbAwU/s1600/IMG_0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4S2ujF1nVd0/TZXX0Jrlh5I/AAAAAAAACAI/n_VMMUQQJYQ/s1600/IMG_0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590611803402241938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4S2ujF1nVd0/TZXX0Jrlh5I/AAAAAAAACAI/n_VMMUQQJYQ/s320/IMG_0098.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wj2mhs4xrOY/TZXXzvT6XcI/AAAAAAAACAA/zwGKD0ZK9tI/s1600/IMG_0097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590611796323622338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wj2mhs4xrOY/TZXXzvT6XcI/AAAAAAAACAA/zwGKD0ZK9tI/s320/IMG_0097.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iI8qy5L87vU/TZXXzV_0TDI/AAAAAAAAB_4/-CNluUpkfLo/s1600/IMG_0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590611789528452146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iI8qy5L87vU/TZXXzV_0TDI/AAAAAAAAB_4/-CNluUpkfLo/s320/IMG_0094.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P4xKiGJ7CuM/TZXXzKIdkTI/AAAAAAAAB_w/9DSo2Rs2FU0/s1600/IMG_0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590611786343485746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P4xKiGJ7CuM/TZXXzKIdkTI/AAAAAAAAB_w/9DSo2Rs2FU0/s320/IMG_0091.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below was an Friday-ATB trip with Lianne. Had nothing to do on the bus, so we started camwhoring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3eRnbT20RN0/TZXXyxjNuZI/AAAAAAAAB_o/g-FgN-8pI70/s1600/IMG_0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590611779744807314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3eRnbT20RN0/TZXXyxjNuZI/AAAAAAAAB_o/g-FgN-8pI70/s320/IMG_0089.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qw-1tKfDuWo/TZXW47x9rJI/AAAAAAAAB_g/k_VNHT1BtfQ/s1600/IMG_0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590610786058611858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qw-1tKfDuWo/TZXW47x9rJI/AAAAAAAAB_g/k_VNHT1BtfQ/s320/IMG_0088.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6NobXnffpuI/TZXW4yk9afI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/kOekVUfQVFw/s1600/IMG_0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590610783588149746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6NobXnffpuI/TZXW4yk9afI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/kOekVUfQVFw/s320/IMG_0086.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hKTrr8pY7Dw/TZXW4i7s6RI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/OS4Ou-td2UQ/s1600/IMG_0087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590610779388569874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hKTrr8pY7Dw/TZXW4i7s6RI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/OS4Ou-td2UQ/s320/IMG_0087.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5c4kr8zp3ew/TZXW4T0gHHI/AAAAAAAAB_I/06YKhNxakKQ/s1600/IMG_0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590610775331839090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5c4kr8zp3ew/TZXW4T0gHHI/AAAAAAAAB_I/06YKhNxakKQ/s320/IMG_0085.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B5HrtKoWv68/TZXW4Kfia4I/AAAAAAAAB_A/Ezqk0B1pbQg/s1600/IMG_0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590610772827990914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B5HrtKoWv68/TZXW4Kfia4I/AAAAAAAAB_A/Ezqk0B1pbQg/s320/IMG_0084.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5976AU0gJx4/TZXWroE93RI/AAAAAAAAB-4/Zr318O2sdwg/s1600/IMG_0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zX60HscC068/TZXWrB_imTI/AAAAAAAAB-w/p3Kgr0YwdcQ/s1600/IMG_0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590610547208001842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zX60HscC068/TZXWrB_imTI/AAAAAAAAB-w/p3Kgr0YwdcQ/s320/IMG_0083.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--S_V0ro2c8c/TZXWqyKuR9I/AAAAAAAAB-o/OV1MRZ_f2Z8/s1600/IMG_0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590610542959937490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--S_V0ro2c8c/TZXWqyKuR9I/AAAAAAAAB-o/OV1MRZ_f2Z8/s320/IMG_0081.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n5FZH3xJRjk/TZXWqgtnVTI/AAAAAAAAB-g/pjD3rqnhpvw/s1600/IMG_0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590610538274444594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n5FZH3xJRjk/TZXWqgtnVTI/AAAAAAAAB-g/pjD3rqnhpvw/s320/IMG_0075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1MQ5UNi7AYs/TZXWqlSZcVI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/xjLyXQl84ZQ/s1600/IMG_0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590610539502465362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1MQ5UNi7AYs/TZXWqlSZcVI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/xjLyXQl84ZQ/s320/IMG_0074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hAgPe7Lx7AM/TZXWMmkpJCI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/6OwhZDTYjas/s1600/IMG_0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ZILIAN MONSTER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tj3BYik8gps/TZXWMvbIXxI/AAAAAAAAB-I/92m86Lo-5hE/s1600/IMG_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590610026827374354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tj3BYik8gps/TZXWMvbIXxI/AAAAAAAAB-I/92m86Lo-5hE/s320/IMG_0066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Random ed session. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took out all of Daine's unglams! How nice of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But don't worry, I still have them in my phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JAu0kXbEvrk/TZXWMQfT46I/AAAAAAAAB-A/Nc80ylBMQfs/s1600/IMG_0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590610018523407266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JAu0kXbEvrk/TZXWMQfT46I/AAAAAAAAB-A/Nc80ylBMQfs/s320/IMG_0064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A6yo7SLlRyI/TZXWMOwdjKI/AAAAAAAAB94/1-vg4nJT7HQ/s1600/IMG_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HEB-GlHGA2k/TZXWMKDT4JI/AAAAAAAAB9w/A2hm7JsncZ8/s1600/IMG_0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590610016795353234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HEB-GlHGA2k/TZXWMKDT4JI/AAAAAAAAB9w/A2hm7JsncZ8/s320/IMG_0061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iXHU_yCh_jk/TZXV1BOlnOI/AAAAAAAAB9o/scfhA00oTAw/s1600/IMG_0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vi6nmzz_Fso/TZXV1F-_M-I/AAAAAAAAB9g/qaW5mOp6kc8/s1600/IMG_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590609620566488034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vi6nmzz_Fso/TZXV1F-_M-I/AAAAAAAAB9g/qaW5mOp6kc8/s320/IMG_0056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aFtJBcaMVts/TZXV0_vYpVI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/T1HjtFh7BVI/s1600/IMG_0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590609618890433874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aFtJBcaMVts/TZXV0_vYpVI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/T1HjtFh7BVI/s320/IMG_0055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ar5_rMKxI5Y/TZXV0UoxC3I/AAAAAAAAB9Q/hSpixH8zqH0/s1600/IMG_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hTlowc6kzIQ/TZXV0dNxYDI/AAAAAAAAB9I/0NDr8buK9rQ/s1600/IMG_0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VLeqB-drDrE/TZXVmvGHjwI/AAAAAAAAB9A/kSSxHA7l91Q/s1600/IMG_0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590609373904211714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VLeqB-drDrE/TZXVmvGHjwI/AAAAAAAAB9A/kSSxHA7l91Q/s320/IMG_0049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KL-K-9HkCcM/TZXVmXeOkHI/AAAAAAAAB84/DAPWPozD4gc/s1600/IMG_0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590609367562883186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KL-K-9HkCcM/TZXVmXeOkHI/AAAAAAAAB84/DAPWPozD4gc/s320/IMG_0046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After Adam Khoo's workshop part 2. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IrHczoC99R4/TZXVmNS--9I/AAAAAAAAB8w/ofQvPKPpEpw/s1600/IMG_0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590609364831370194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IrHczoC99R4/TZXVmNS--9I/AAAAAAAAB8w/ofQvPKPpEpw/s320/IMG_0037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yueyao left her amath textbook in the canteen and when I walked in and saw it lying there, I was like whoa, whose textbook is as well-preserved as Yy's?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oK3-t6SrX_I/TZXVl6n_JSI/AAAAAAAAB8o/a_EneVGeASA/s1600/IMG_0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590609359819187490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oK3-t6SrX_I/TZXVl6n_JSI/AAAAAAAAB8o/a_EneVGeASA/s320/IMG_0036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C3ML_ts4zWc/TZXVljG63vI/AAAAAAAAB8g/FgYNas45SR4/s1600/IMG_0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590609353506479858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C3ML_ts4zWc/TZXVljG63vI/AAAAAAAAB8g/FgYNas45SR4/s320/IMG_0035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jz's failed attempt to look charming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gyHI9vTfsYc/TZXVC7cCkWI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/iJh_fv4RebY/s1600/IMG_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590608758742094178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gyHI9vTfsYc/TZXVC7cCkWI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/iJh_fv4RebY/s320/IMG_0029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g6m1LdnFCOg/TZXVCiIOjAI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/WhGj-5rK3gg/s1600/IMG_0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590608751948106754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g6m1LdnFCOg/TZXVCiIOjAI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/WhGj-5rK3gg/s320/IMG_0028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hope Mrs Sng doesn't read my blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5u9pjaXsJM8/TZXVCe0ZDXI/AAAAAAAAB8I/iopGdzQyqWc/s1600/IMG_0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590608751059602802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5u9pjaXsJM8/TZXVCe0ZDXI/AAAAAAAAB8I/iopGdzQyqWc/s320/IMG_0026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ScWNcMzF3Gk/TZXVCateouI/AAAAAAAAB8A/tlQfdeP47q4/s1600/IMG_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590608749956866786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ScWNcMzF3Gk/TZXVCateouI/AAAAAAAAB8A/tlQfdeP47q4/s320/IMG_0023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jkz7H1dkiL0/TZXVCGsIYfI/AAAAAAAAB74/-6y08xLYywE/s1600/IMG_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590608744582504946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jkz7H1dkiL0/TZXVCGsIYfI/AAAAAAAAB74/-6y08xLYywE/s320/IMG_0017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P_3cQXQR8s4/TZXUlpzIpMI/AAAAAAAAB7w/6IX1KiHyH0o/s1600/IMG_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-19UCsZdmmyw/TZXUlmd45xI/AAAAAAAAB7o/v8AzgqZH8qo/s1600/IMG_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LML3a4Z0mtc/TZXUlSjWaPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/hUnbaQ9pTgk/s1600/HandStarZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590608249550694642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LML3a4Z0mtc/TZXUlSjWaPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/hUnbaQ9pTgk/s320/HandStarZ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TldVa9itRvU/TZXUlDbmY9I/AAAAAAAAB7Y/Z3n4j2Dpn6A/s1600/BlueDressZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590608245491655634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TldVa9itRvU/TZXUlDbmY9I/AAAAAAAAB7Y/Z3n4j2Dpn6A/s320/BlueDressZ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Failed attempt to look model-ish HAHA ghostly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gCtEcvN1K9M/TZXUkwIOXRI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/rSV2JZ4EAjg/s1600/BlueDress2Z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590608240310115602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gCtEcvN1K9M/TZXUkwIOXRI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/rSV2JZ4EAjg/s320/BlueDress2Z.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY APRIL FOOLS' EVERBODAYYE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think today was an awesome day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;List of pranks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) All the girls in 4L'11 tied their hair in two ponytails and went around school for the rest of the day like that. Needless to say, we stuck together whenever we could so we wouldn't look stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Don't know who decided to blast Friday during recess in the canteen. It was epic. I kind of felt amazed when everybody in the canteen started singing along to the song. LOL. Like some Glee moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) During amath after recess, all the girls in class changed their names to Alice. Mr Yong got quite pekchek, but he still played along. Whenever he called any of our names, the other girls would be like "Who's that?" "Isn't she Alice?" HAHA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Charles found a sanitary pad pasted to the inside of his file. On it was written "HAPPY APRIL FOOLS' DAY!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think he pasted it on the boys' toilet door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) During music, we were having a practical lesson by the piano when the geog students started running along the corridors outside and making funny faces at the door. Then halfway, we suddenly heard a group of girls: "SOMEWHERRRRE OVER THE RAINBOWWW, WAYYY UP HIGHHH" and they continued like that until Mrs Sng rolled her eyes and went to the door to yell "HELLO?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) MOST EPIC PRANK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After music, I couldn't find one of my shoes anywhere outside. The geog students swore they didn't take it. And after a lot of searching, Mrs Sng said "I think I know where your shoes might be," and she took out two shoes from HER OWN BAG. I was like OMGGG and everyone had the same reaction. One of the shoes was Nigel's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How could mrs sng prank us like that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;TSK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL BYE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOPE YOU ENJOYED YOUR APRIL FOOLS'!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-3109965221253096207?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/3109965221253096207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=3109965221253096207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/3109965221253096207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/3109965221253096207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/04/well-dont-i-look-pretty-walking-down.html' title='Well don&apos;t I look pretty walking down the street in the best damn tux I own?'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eag_y6WNIeA/TZXcRO83TwI/AAAAAAAACE4/EvT8a2x7kMQ/s72-c/TribalDressZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-4932502622412108084</id><published>2011-03-25T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T22:03:14.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wear your heart on your sleeve, make things hard to believe</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY DUMBO OF POREOTICS! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried finding a nice picture of him, but... meh. All the cute group shots just won't load somehow, and the solo pictures just look weird. I looooove his multi-coloured hair though. Just don't like the new tattoo. Kinda makes him look too gangsta, and different from the others. I like to see Poreotics as one (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Chris Medina's What Are Words now. Awesome shitz, but I'd prefer it without the Autotune. I don't understand why producers wanna add it in. I guess it's to make the music sound nicer or whatever, but it sounds annoying to me, like some extra crackling sound when you're listening to a good voice. And it's sorta like putting Chris down, like saying he doesn't sound good enough or something, though we all know that's a blatant lie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, back to my life. I used to love Fridays, honestly, but recently it's like the school is trying to make us hate Fridays or something. What with implementing extra periods, having zaocao in the mornings so we have to persevere through the rest of the day (including cca) feeling like sweaty pigs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RATATTTTTTT ♥ (i apologise for the randomness but i just love them so much)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I sometimes get carried away when I talk about music or listen to music, so to all of you who I've ever annoyed because I won't stop harping on, I'M SORRY! LOL. Just thought I'd say it. It's just that I'm pretty nuts about it. Like how I'm positively obssessed with AI. KEKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons today were quite interesting. Especially music. -grins widely- Only some people would understand. -gives the creepy Tania smile-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I stayed at cca for quite long until Lidan told me I could go because I wasn't needed. Yes, to my face LOL. But I kinda don't mind I guess. It's not like I really want to stay anyway haha. Today I was smarter, and asked Rebekah half an hour after arriving if I could go, and she said yeah. Wondering if I should attend tomorrow :/ saturday leh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATB-ed around Singapore after that with Lianne. It's a Friday thing. Sorta like a TGIF, but since we're schoolgirls with no monehhh, there're limited options. Sad huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back in the train, this guy turned in our direction to look up at the board, while asking his friend, "Is this Tampines?" and I replied lamely "Yes it is." And he actually heard, and turned and smiled at me. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna watch AI now. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-4932502622412108084?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/4932502622412108084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=4932502622412108084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/4932502622412108084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/4932502622412108084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/03/wear-your-heart-on-your-sleeve-make.html' title='Wear your heart on your sleeve, make things hard to believe'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-280515629305098249</id><published>2011-03-15T19:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T20:20:55.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel the rhythm of the beat, that's my heart</title><content type='html'>It's been a pretty hectic week so far. Holidays aren't as slack as I hoped, sadly, but it wasn't actually that bad either. In fact, it's kinda better than going out all day and spending on unnecessary stuff, or staying home all day and having no life. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I woke up bright and early to go to school for chem tutorial at 8am. After that, I headed to amath, then went to pas at 11.30am, cause Lidan said the bus was leaving at 12. Turns out the bus was only coming at 1. Anyway, we order macs burgers for lunch, and Daine and I mostly just watched the cast put on their makeup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all my 4 years in Ed, I have only worn stage makeup once, and that was during a makeup workshop and they used my face to experiment HAHA. Stage makeup is very exaggerated, because the judges need to be able to see their faces clearly from afar, so the actors looked funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we boarded the bus to Acjc for our syf rehearsal. The bus ride was damnnnnn long. Daine and I shared her earpieces at first, but I couldn't take it because it was too loud. After one Shinedown song and one Rise Against song, I stopped listening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually quite enjoyed rehearsal. Daine and I got to be up in the control room since we're lighting crew, and we're using this board thing with a million buttons on it that looks like a mixer in a recording studio. Damn cool :D if only our school had a theatre like that. I like being lighting crew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had to wake up early again, cause the teachers wanted to meet us 'for a short meeting' at school at 8am -____- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out it was just to scold us, cause of some stuff that happened yesterday at rehearsal. We were dismissed at 9am. Went to class to do homework while waiting for L and T to finish their chem lesson. Ended up falling asleep with my head on the table and my phone blaring music. LOL I hope nobody poked their heads in and saw me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilled down with L and T, and we went to the coffeeshop below Tania's house to buy nasi Kemal/nasi ayam and drinks, then went up to her house. Had lunch there together with her niece while watching Gong. The supporting male actor is even more shuai than the lead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched tv and stalked people on fb until around 1.40pm, then L and I left. Went to t1 toilet, then took mrt to pasir ris. Went to interchange and boarded bus with Yy, Lifang, Faith and Yixuan. Can't remember when, but Jz, Chawit, Nigel and Janice joined us halfway, then the sec3 music juniors, and Mrs Sng. I know their names already. It's Yok Teng, Zijia, Vanessa and Puay Cher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angelina's in the hospital. Hope she gets well soon! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music masters class was interesting. Okay, maybe not so. Dr Eleanor Tan doesn't speak very loudly, so I was mostly just listening to the students play their pieces. In such a small group, I met Casey who's Lianne's friend, Jia Jing who's my primary school friend, and Gretchen, my brother's old classmate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent my time there half-listening, half-doodling on my paper. Felt very empathetic when the 2nd girl came up to play and pretty much screwed up her piece, and the teachers there were all exchanging cringing looks. Can't they be more symphathetic about it? Some people like the girl and me just have stage fright, what's wrong with that? Cheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Pasir Ris after the class with Yy, Lifang, Faith, Jz, Nigel. We had Subway! From now on, I'm not gonna eat at Subway unless it's the student meal. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrs Sng came soon after, then after she ate we all took mrt together. I went home, and they're probably at the hospital now visiting Angelina. Really hope everything goes well for her op! ): feeling guilty now for not going. I shall pray especially for her tonight :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be uploading a video of me playing my piano arrangement of Love The Way You Lie here, or on fb, or both. And maybe a short compilation of my own songs. Not sure. You guys wanna see? LOL. Scared I receive anonymous critique, like on one especially horrible occasion. tag if you think I should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-280515629305098249?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/280515629305098249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=280515629305098249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/280515629305098249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/280515629305098249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/03/feel-rhythm-of-beat-thats-my-heart.html' title='Feel the rhythm of the beat, that&apos;s my heart'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-4888423570257446065</id><published>2011-03-12T17:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T18:30:08.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I never meant to do those things to you</title><content type='html'>Currently blogging using iPad. My dad bought one and My mom and I really don't see what's the point, especially since we already have an itouch, a desktop and two lappys. But okay fine I'll admit it's fun. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashthon Jones was booted off American Idol! I felt so sad yesterday when I watched her cry. She looked like she really didn't expect it, and honestly I think most people weren't expecting it either. Bottom 3 were Hailey, Karen and Ashthon. Now that it's it's clear Season 10 is packed with talent, AI this year has become a popularity contest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's Stefano, the cute guy all the girls love. And there's Paul with a smile to die for, and Scotty the tall country guy with a voice like a bass guitar. Jacob Lusk, with all his soul and emotion, and James Durbin, your crazy rocker. Lauren Alaina, blonde and bubbly, Thia Megia, the shy Asian girl. Casey Abrahms, the funny guy, Pia the brunette with a big voice, and Naima the funky woman who's young at heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen and Hailey have amazing voices, but they lack the star personality everyone wants to see. It broke my heart to see Ashthon leave though she wasn't one of my favorites. The judges always said she had a diva-like quality, but she kinda came off a little arrogant to me. Still sorry to see her go. I hope she gets signed like Chris Medina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I know you guys are probably annoyed that I keep talking about AI HAHA. It's really all the tv I watch these days, so you can't blame me for having no life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March hols are finally here, but it's prob gonna come and go, sigh. We have to go back for extra lessons and one of them for me is a test on Electrolysis, wts. I think Singaporean kids these days are being over-stressed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had ptc yesterday and it wasn't actually that bad. JY told my mom I'll most likely do well for English for 'O's, yay. Mr Yong said I'm 'easily distracted' and I need to focus more in class, though my grades have improved a lot since last year. Mrs Sng said she's very happy with my results, though I don't understand why since my music percentage is 54%, HAHA. My mom after that was like 'pass only so happy.' LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got mostly Bs this term -_____- sad life man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to check out YouTube with the iPad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-4888423570257446065?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/4888423570257446065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=4888423570257446065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/4888423570257446065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/4888423570257446065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-never-meant-to-do-those-things-to-you.html' title='I never meant to do those things to you'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-4961588999951360610</id><published>2011-03-06T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T22:14:05.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The type of guy who doesn't see what he has until she leaves</title><content type='html'>Found my sec1 diary today and suddenly remembered a lot of funny 1F stuff after reading it, and felt so sad. My sec1 life was so easy and carefree, yet I didn't really treasure it D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, that's a good thing about keeping a diary. You can stack it away somewhere in a cupboard, then find it years later and be overcome with nostalgia. LOL. And possibly think, wow I didn't know my handwriting used to be that bad. Which was my first thought when I opened it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo, this is the last week of Term 1. Week 10! Let's cherish our last week of t1, because it's really gonna get tough after that, hai. I also pray the teachers say nice stuff about me! (unlikely) My results this term are sucky, and I mean it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that kinda person who goes 'Walao my results damn horrible, physics one more mark to a1 leh' or whatever -_______-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I listened to a lot of songs that used to be the songs I listened to the most back in sec1. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you miss Aly and AJ, David Archuleta's old music, Jesse McCartney, Bowling For Soup, The All-American Rejects, Chris Daughtry and the Click Five?&lt;br /&gt;And songs like Pictures Of You, A Little Too Not Over You, The Reason by Hoobastank, Take A Bow by Rihanna, Over You by Daughtry.&lt;br /&gt;They probably made new music already, but nothing beats their old stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the 90s to the early 2000s had awesome music. Boybands like NSync, Backstreet Boys, Dream Street, New Kids on the Block. Bands like Linkin Park and artists like Eminem were also slowly building up their fanbases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in the early 2000s it just boomed, and later people just started abusing Autotune, which was invented in 1998 by some guy called Andy Hildebrand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death to Autotune!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-4961588999951360610?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/4961588999951360610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=4961588999951360610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/4961588999951360610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/4961588999951360610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/03/type-of-guy-who-doesnt-see-what-he-has.html' title='The type of guy who doesn&apos;t see what he has until she leaves'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-2880287601377946004</id><published>2011-03-04T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T00:34:14.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll burn all two thousand square feet of it to the ground</title><content type='html'>Just finished watching American Idol. I know my favourite girl's name already, she's called Haley Reinhart. But actually I like most of the girls. There's Naima, former toilet cleaner, mother of two kids and one of the best I've heard on the show. Then you have Thia, the quiet but sweet 15-year-old, and Julie, your girly minidress girl, and all the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the guys, all my favourites got through except Brett ): Damn, that guy seems like he's got a great personality. James and Jacob did amazing, so it was kinda expected that they got top 10. I love the top 12 now, and I can't wait to see who wins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz. This morning's chemlab experiment was kinda a disaster for me. I got sulfuric acid on my finger and it hurt like shit. It's like this burning sensation, and when you run it through water it hurts even more -_______- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I have no idea why, but my skin is really sensitive to anything so I started to itch a lot suddenly, especially on my arms. Probably not used to the sulfuric acid and sodium hydroxide. Lastly, I spilt a styrofoam cup with 50cm3 of H2SO4 + NaOH inside it all over my lab table. Suay max. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearly got the thermometer soaked and damaged as well, if not for quick-thinking Kairong who grabbed it out of the mess immediately. THANKS (hope she doesn't read my blog or else she'll get bhb)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During music, Mrs Sng said that we are actually a really good bunch of students. Like when she tells us something wrong about us, we change it, and we also go the extra mile. (WE DO?!) So she's really happy about that, but she said when she tells our other teachers "I love my music students" (At this point, all of us awww-ed) they give her stunned looks and ask "Are those the same students I teach?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo, took a long time after school to decide where Lianne and I wanted to go for our TGIF. Nia didn't wanna come cause she wanted to go home and bathe, as usual. -shakes head- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Orchard! At first I didn't really feel like it and kinda wanted to go home, but Lianne, being Lianne, insisted that we go since it's a Friday. Ate at something Ba Wang, and I got meesua which sucks ttm, in my opinion. Damn yucky, and I only managed to swallow half of it. My $3.80!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visited Muji where I bought a plain, transparent pencil case. I love it! :D Muji is awesome. They have the most simple yet pretty stuff there, like the notebooks and the stationary. Spent quite a while there just testing out pen colours. SILVER! The security guard was keeping an eye on us in a very obvious way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn what leh, two students buying stationary for school, cannot meh? We students have better things to do than shoplift. -flips hair-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around and we went to Bershka. Lianne bought a 59.90 greyish bag. I said the grey colour was nice, and she gave me this o___o look and asked, "Isn't it blue??" LOL. I think one of us has a eyesight problem. That bag is a reward from her mom for getting 4 A1s for CA1 so far, walao -.- I also want! (Both the bag and the scores I mean) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought ice-cream and she bought muffins for her siblings. We went to this supposedly ulu stairs cause my ice-cream started to drip. Made me feel so pekchek because the ice-cream cone has holes in it! Wts. They should at least get better quality cones. So I had a really hard time eating the thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to say "Screw this ice-cream", but I don't know why it came out as the f-word. I only got as far as the f-word before I stopped cause I realised what I just said. And Lianne gave me this totally horrified look LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final major stop, Zara. Went to pick clothes for each other to try on. She gave me this black romper and a horrible beige frilly dress, probably knowing that I can't stand both beige and frills. The cutting damn ugly somemore. Wonder who would ever buy that dress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home-d at close to 7pm. Saw my family friend's daughter on the train, and I didn't go say hi cause it's kinda awkward. And she didn't say hi to me either LOL so yeah, even though our fathers are best friends, like really best friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it's getting really late now so Imma go sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-2880287601377946004?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/2880287601377946004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=2880287601377946004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/2880287601377946004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/2880287601377946004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/03/ill-burn-all-two-thousand-square-feet.html' title='I&apos;ll burn all two thousand square feet of it to the ground'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-2852168401319753021</id><published>2011-03-03T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T20:59:13.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But this is far from over- you haven't seen the last of me</title><content type='html'>Just finished reading Dirty Little Secrets by CJ Omalalu.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA the author's surname damn cute can. &lt;br /&gt;And the story is AHHHMAZING.&lt;br /&gt;Very tragic, but it's just really meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;It's about a girl with a mother who has an obsessive hoarding disorder, and so they live in a garbage dump house, quite literally. I like stories that are different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching AI Season 10 later, till like midnight. Top 24 ftw! My favourites are Brett Loewenstern, James Durbin, Jacob Lusk and... I can't remember which girl(s) I like. LOL. But this morning Mrs Sng showed us a clip of James Durbin's Top 24 performance. He's 21, married with a kid, jobless, and has maddddd quality. Love love love his voice ttm. I'm a girl, and I would kill for a voice like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best thing about him is that he really gives his all onstage. You can feel the passion he has for music, and it's just spectacular. (Wow I sound so Paula Abdul) I also get the impression that J Lo is tryna be like Paula Abdul. She keeps saying "Very nice!" in the awed way so I'm like -.- nice vocab, and doing dramatic things like Paula used to do. But I still like her. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz. Enough about American Idol, I know you just skipped that entire paragraph. The weeks have been flying by! I know I say that all the time, but heck, it's just watching a race car on the track. Funny thing is, we're all so damn busy, yet times just flies even though we're not having fun. Hmmm. My theory is that the earth is spinning faster. -strokes one's beard- Ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-change of topic- I suddenly remembered Parents' Day is coming up. Hai. Totally dreading it just like every other ahs student, unless you're a nerd with a clean record and straight As so you have absolutely nil to worry about. I can just imagine Peng Zhi telling my mother "Orh Zhuo Yi ah, shang ke yao zuan xin dian". I also hope, against all odds, that my mom doesn't meet Mrs Lam, or I'm dead shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I'M A CLEAN NERD! -grins-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-2852168401319753021?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/2852168401319753021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=2852168401319753021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/2852168401319753021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/2852168401319753021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/03/but-this-is-far-from-over-you-havent.html' title='But this is far from over- you haven&apos;t seen the last of me'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-3022666290943246153</id><published>2011-02-27T11:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T12:04:46.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I told him I couldn't lie; he was the only one for me</title><content type='html'>This is another random post to review the week. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;It's Week 8 already; damn fast can.&lt;br /&gt;Term 1 is almost over. /nia&lt;br /&gt;How come so fast, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz. &lt;br /&gt;On Friday before zaocao, smth damn embarrassing happpened. After the national anthem, I sat down and heard my name from behind. It was my junior Zhiyang and he said with a very serious face "Zoey your pe pants wear wrong side, the 'ahs' is behind." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought he was being gl, but I looked down and true enough, my back pockets were staring back at me. Felt totally OMG and luckily Mr Heok was nearby so I asked him if I could go to the toilet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got Lifang to go with me, and I was trying to cover the "ahs" on my butt discreetly while I ran up the concourse steps. Damn embarrassing omg, somemore Zhiyang sits like 2m behind me, so all the people between us probably heard what he said. WALAO damn paisehhhhh. /nia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thurs, Yy had to go pass smth to Mrs Sng, and Lifang and I accompanied her to the staffroom. When Mrs Sng came out and saw me there she was like "Oh we were just talking about you." I was like o_____o And she said "Somebody said you look very blur in physics class."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noooo. Mr Tam always says that. And I really felt very pekchek when she said that because it's not like I want to look blur lor, it's just that I always have this blur expression, and especially during Physics when you need to think to geddit. I said I can't help it that I look blur, and she just said "But I don't think you look blur in music what." Tsk, physics and music so different -______-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another teacher who's not very happy with me is Mrs Lam. She keeps getting mad because I talk during her class. But most of the time, I'm talking about something related to her subject! Like there was this day when she yelled at me and Yy because Yy was telling me what slag molten was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also keeps saying that it's not a good thing if she knows our names, because that means we are not living up to her standards. And she knows my name very well, hai. Good thing is, it's not just my name. She knows more than half the names in our class. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yesterday my mom and my cousin Janet were on the phone gossiping about our relatives, as well as me and my brother. I know they like to gossip, but can they not do it so openly? I was right there. -shakes head-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom later told me that Janet said I'm unhappy because she saw my facebook wall, which is actually, now that I think of it, full of song lyrics. I also talked a lot about American Idol. LOL. It's the only reason I turn on the television nowadays, other than for mtv or some random movie on cable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's a difference between being emo and having emo quotes on your facebook -.- There's one quote like "Sometimes it's like only my ipod understands me" and a lot of other unusual but nice song lyrics, mostly Paramore and Mcr. I hope nobody else thinks I'm emo because of that. I'm NOT emo people, I'm as happy as a meatball. (Don't ask me why meatball; it was the first thing that popped into my head.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my point is that I feel quite invaded now that I know my relatives are stalking my facebook. My mother also said it was really mean of me to say my brother sings awfully on facebook, especially since he can't help it since he's on headphones. But I'm just kidding. Don't people know how to take a joke? -rolls eyes- As quoted from the graffiti wall; "Why so serious?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel like I can't post anything much these days on facebook, because everyone, and not just my friends and schoolmates, can see my posts. I can't use anything that's mildly offensive, like "shit" or "damn", because even my ten-year-old niece added me as a friend on fb, and I can't reject right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, what if I say "freaking" on fb and she asks her mom Janet, "What's freaking?" "Uh, where'd you get that word?" "Aunty Zoey's facebook wall." Mmmm, awkward much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my mom stalks my facebook photos, to see how my friends look like. But if I delete all my relatives, it'll be very what once they find out right. Hai, I dunno what to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-3022666290943246153?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/3022666290943246153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=3022666290943246153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/3022666290943246153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/3022666290943246153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-told-him-i-couldnt-lie-he-was-only.html' title='I told him I couldn&apos;t lie; he was the only one for me'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-6897936729161867075</id><published>2011-02-25T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T21:04:18.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been thinking about it but it hurts too much to say it</title><content type='html'>Airplanes was stuck in my head the entire day yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can we pretend that airplanes and night skies are like shooting stars&lt;br /&gt;I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dumb, pop-oblivious me used to think it was called Wish Right Now,&lt;br /&gt;and that Bruno Mars was the rapper HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Airplanes makes no sense but it's so annoyingly catchy.&lt;br /&gt;Grenade makes too much sense, and makes Bruno Mars sound clingy.&lt;br /&gt;As quoted from Youtube's famous Kingsley,&lt;br /&gt;"The song is just... a decline of Bruno Mars' sanity."&lt;br /&gt;LOLOL. I loooove Kingsley. Always so darn funnaye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz.&lt;br /&gt;TGIF TGIF TGIF TGIF TGIF.&lt;br /&gt;But okay lah, this week kinda passed quickly.&lt;br /&gt;Chem common test was screwed up, for me. &lt;br /&gt;Heard a lot of people failed but nearly everyone I asked got a higher mark than me. Dumb test made me feel so moody for awhile, but I got over it quickly as usual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Im using my brothers laptop now and the punctuation and symbols are totally screwed. They are all jumbled up so I dont know where they are, which would explain why Im typing without punctuation today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the z and y are exchanged. LOL. I was sending an email just now and when I signed off with my name I kept typing Yoez and backspacing and retyping it again and again, thinking that I was making weird typo errors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well back to topic. Did I mention I lost my pencil case? Yes, my beloved black Myuk pencil case with Lynnie's Daesung badge on it. Both the pencil case and the badge were presents from her. (I hope she doesn't read this, but if she does, I'M SORRY LYN TT) There is a slim chance it's still in the pas, but I don't know for sure either. I left it there last week and when I went back to try finding it recently, it's goooooone. Sad ttm. Here is a classic example of not cherishing something until it's really gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss all my ballpoint pens, my awesome easy-to-use eraser, my big red stapler, my ruler, my highlighter, even the faded old 'Z' dangling on the zip. Now I go around carrying a pencil and a pen and eraser -__________- How sad. I pray my pencil case comes back to me soon. Momma misses you very much (Walao can't even put exclamation mark to express my misery, damn this keyboard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE (I nearly typed BZE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---- (Cannot find the usual squiggle so I shall end with this. I officially dislikes my brother's laptop.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-6897936729161867075?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/6897936729161867075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=6897936729161867075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/6897936729161867075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/6897936729161867075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/02/ive-been-thinking-about-it-but-it-hurts.html' title='I&apos;ve been thinking about it but it hurts too much to say it'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-4917561666659208929</id><published>2011-02-19T09:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T10:21:17.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got a piece of paper, but it's empty.</title><content type='html'>WHAT THE HELL. I JUST SPENT FOREVER ON A POST, AND THEN I DUNNO HOW I CLICKED SOMETHING AND THE WHOLE SHITLOAD DISAPPEARED. WALAO EH. Hate Blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-4917561666659208929?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/4917561666659208929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=4917561666659208929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/4917561666659208929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/4917561666659208929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/02/ive-got-piece-of-paper-but-its-empty.html' title='I&apos;ve got a piece of paper, but it&apos;s empty.'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-342201307813796884</id><published>2011-02-13T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T20:58:05.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Even angels have their wicked schemes, and you take that to new extremes</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Where is my girlfriend, I've been calling&lt;br /&gt;She ain't picked up&lt;br /&gt;Something's fishy; she won't hear me&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm sitting here like what the fuck?&lt;br /&gt;This is too unusual, she never did it like this before&lt;br /&gt;She usually calls me back within the hour&lt;br /&gt;I bet she's out with what's-her-name&lt;br /&gt;The girl that doesn't have a man&lt;br /&gt;Assumptions in my mind got me confused girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes she can't keep her pretty hands off me&lt;br /&gt;But when she's with her girlfriend she don't even speak&lt;br /&gt;She could spot a pretty girl faster than I can&lt;br /&gt;Tells me that she loves me but I'm tryna understand&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta read it!&lt;br /&gt;Guess what's the title of this song?&lt;br /&gt;I Think My Girl Is Bi by Omarion. &lt;br /&gt;Hahaha damn cute song; I've never heard anything like it before.&lt;br /&gt;Most guys write about their girlfriends cheating on them,&lt;br /&gt;but... with another girl? Mm, that's something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't written in a while. I'd like to, but there's nothing new.&lt;br /&gt;There's a little tune that's been playing in my head,&lt;br /&gt;but it's... meh. Nothing much at all.&lt;br /&gt;I recorded myself playing Storm and I'll post it up here soon, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Sad for you, there's no singing HAHA it's just the piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today I stayed home since Nia cmi for our usual study date.&lt;br /&gt;My brother figured out how to hook up the electric guitar and I had a good time fooling around with it. &lt;br /&gt;The highlight of my day was watching American Idol which nearly made me cry when I saw all the tension the contestants were going through.&lt;br /&gt;I'm all behind Brett Loewenstern, James, Paris and someone else, I forgot who.&lt;br /&gt;They're the ones who've made the greatest impact on me.&lt;br /&gt;I also like Chris Medina. &lt;br /&gt;Looks like Idol 10 is gonna be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I was born in America.&lt;br /&gt;The parents there scream and go crazy when their kids get through the auditions.&lt;br /&gt;Down here if you tell your momma you want to become a singer, she'll probably ask God what she ever did to deserve a kid like you. &lt;br /&gt;Heh okay I'm exaggerating. She'll just get really horrified and tell you there's no future for a musician in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;Which is true, really. No one ever makes it big here.&lt;br /&gt;We're all straight-up nerds (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, nothing much else.&lt;br /&gt;School starts tomorrow again, nooooo.&lt;br /&gt;Monday blues. I probably have cca too. Hai.&lt;br /&gt;OH I nearly forgot it was Valentines' Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy early Valentines Day to every one of you tards out there &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Yes you! Even if you're a stalker reading my blog or whatever,&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentines' :D&lt;br /&gt;Should I go around hugging people tomorrow? JAJAJA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-342201307813796884?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/342201307813796884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=342201307813796884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/342201307813796884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/342201307813796884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/02/even-angels-have-their-wicked-schemes.html' title='Even angels have their wicked schemes, and you take that to new extremes'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-2501225326529355021</id><published>2011-02-11T20:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T22:52:06.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They try to tell me I'm only a kid, and that I can't be in love; I don't know what it is</title><content type='html'>I like songs with looong instrumentals! Like When You Were Mine by Vfc and Mcr's Headfirst with Halos. Mcr's first album Bullets is actually really good. I like (Y) Ohoh know what's my current favourite instrumental? The Narnia theme song HAHA. Seriously it's damn nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Love The Way You Lie part 2 is probably the most meaningful Rihanna has ever sung, aside from Take A Bow (ah duh, written by Ne-Yo lehh HAHAHA). It's about an abusive couple, and there's a lot of emotion. (LOL no link) I loooove the lyrics, especially Eminem's rap verse at the bridge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to watch Shaolin after school on Tuesday with L and T, after having lunch at foodcourt. Er it's a bit bloody, but I think overall it wasn't too bad. I just kinda didn't like the idea of monks killing so many people, regardless of whether those people are good or bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had cca on Wednesday, which ended at like 530pm. That's probably the latest time we've been released this year. Went to Simei's Men Men Don Don to eat with Daine, then went to lim teh at foodfare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed back on Thurs for chem remedial. It wasn't too bad; it actually passed pretty quickly. Then went to music room to try out duets with Lifang. Zhenying and Jz were there too. I expected Debussy duets to sound really good, but they're kind of awful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we hilled down and I managed to chiong home and get ready for music concert. Rushed to Bugis mrt, then met Yy, Chawit and Jz outside Kfc. In the end we went to eat at Yakun, and Lifang reached too. She spilt coffee on the back of Jz's shirt HAHAH. His whole face was like -____- damn funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trained to Clementi where we met Faith, and boarded the same bus as Mrs Sng, Janice and our four music juniors. They're one guy and three girls. The guy's called PC (Yy calls him computer) and the girls... well, I dunno, didn't talk to them at all. LOL. I don't even know their names. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at NUS Department of Music, which is a super chio building. The concert was awesome ttm. There was Wagner, Shostakovich and I can't remember the first one. There were a few cute cellists!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited super long at the bus stop, during which Yy and I started waving to random cars passing by. Their faces were epic, but then we stopped cause it was kinda distracting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boarded a 96 with Yy, Lifang, Chawit, Yixuan, then roamed at the Clementi mall while waiting for the rest to come in another bus. Trained home all together after that. I think there were fifteen of us altogether. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Friday. TGIF! Week passed kinda quickly I think. Maybe cause we're busy. Went for cca orientation today but I just hung around. Left with Lianne and we ATB-ed to East Coast Rd. The houses there are superrrrr chio. AHHHH. I want. Had dinner at an Aston's there, which is... meh. Airport Aston's is a lot better, and I think the Aston's at East Coast has a lot of msg because I felt very thirsty after that. Also, they charged 30 cents for water, but the one at airport just gives it free. Tsk. Took train home after that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abrupt end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-2501225326529355021?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/2501225326529355021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=2501225326529355021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/2501225326529355021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/2501225326529355021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/02/they-try-to-tell-me-im-only-kid-and.html' title='They try to tell me I&apos;m only a kid, and that I can&apos;t be in love; I don&apos;t know what it is'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-4172856482469855427</id><published>2011-02-07T19:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T19:26:28.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So tell me what am I supposed to do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I'd write you a song but I can't find the words to say&lt;br /&gt;To tell you what's on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Cause even a symphony can't say what you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;So how can I, how can I give you all of me&lt;br /&gt;When all I get is half of you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww. By the one and only VFC.&lt;br /&gt;Their songs never get old. &lt;br /&gt;Sweetest lyrics ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayzz. Tuition in like 10min, hai. Not that I don't like tuition or anything, just that sometimes it's a bit boring. Yesterday I was sniffing and sniffing while I attempted to study with Tania. I got a flu bug ): And anyway the studying was quite fail. We ended up going to her house where she cooked me maggi mee and her parents gave me an angbao HAHA. Then we watched American Idol together. I love AI auditions. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was kinda sick today, but yet not quite. Fangfang didn't believe I was sick. Tsk. Best parts of today were going to the old tower hall staircase to hide and chitchat during pe with Yy, Kr, Lf, and the ending part of SS when Ms Noriff showed us the group videos. The last group was totally hilarious, not to mention the dog is damnnnn cute. Everyone laughed like krazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to reach home earlier today so I could listen to Danger Days while doing my homework, you know, kill two birds with stone. But in the end I went with Lianne to airport, after stopping by my place to get some books. Thought of going Coffee Bean but it's overpriced. So, McCafe. The 5 dollar cheesecake made me so depressed. Waste my moneh, next time don't buy already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat there and I managed to finish my english and chinese homework! (Y) Lianne ah Lianne, couldn't concentrate at all and kept doodling on her work. Then after that we went to staff canteen and she had some disgusting-looking dessert while I ate noodles. My cough is getting annoying now; I can't stop. Zhek. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-4172856482469855427?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/4172856482469855427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=4172856482469855427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/4172856482469855427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/4172856482469855427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-tell-me-what-am-i-supposed-to-do.html' title='So tell me what am I supposed to do?'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-530208837911181234</id><published>2011-02-05T14:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T14:13:02.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i heart tania</title><content type='html'>Tania is probably the best person i've ever met. I didn't regret meeting you TANIA! &lt;br /&gt;Touched right?? /pam i know :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-530208837911181234?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/530208837911181234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=530208837911181234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/530208837911181234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/530208837911181234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-heart-tania.html' title='i heart tania'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-1822426055055667558</id><published>2011-02-04T16:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T23:45:13.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are beautiful, no matter what they say.</title><content type='html'>As you can see, the post made earlier today was obviously not by me.&lt;br /&gt;I've changed my password Tania, neh neh ni poo poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin Janet said that when she went to Super Junior's show, Kyuhyun waved at her! -gasp- Apparently she was sitting at the top, too lazy to go down and wave at them like all the other fans. Then she became high and decided to stand up and jump around and wave her arms like crazy. And Kyuhyun happened to look up and see her. He actually stood up and jumped and waved back at her like crazy! In the exact same way! LOOOOOL. I'd call her a lucky bitch, if I didn't know her. Yonghwa only smiled and waved politely at me ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz. I used to think Ryeowook was my favourite Suju member. When there's such a big group, naturally you tend to pick favourites. I liked a specific few, namely Ryeowook, Donghae, Siwon, Kyuhyun, Eunhyuk and Hangeng. But Hangeng left, sob. And after watching Oh My Lady, I think I've changed my mind. I'm in love with Siwonnnn. Heh heh heh heh heh he's so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also a short post today. Nothing much to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;Oh cny wasn't too bad actually.&lt;br /&gt;Though Jackie wouldn't stop camwhoring. &lt;br /&gt;I got 230 bucktards this year! It's lower than last year.&lt;br /&gt;But well, one should be satisfied with what one has.&lt;br /&gt;-strokes imaginary beard-&lt;br /&gt;I get to keep 30! (Y) Probs gonna spend it on a jacket.&lt;br /&gt;I want a jacket jacket jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-1822426055055667558?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/1822426055055667558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=1822426055055667558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/1822426055055667558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/1822426055055667558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-are-beautiful-no-matter-what-they.html' title='You are beautiful, no matter what they say.'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-35030214554668310</id><published>2011-02-04T16:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T16:39:45.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To stand outside your virtue, no one can ever hurt you, or so they say.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5rtTRd9gzA/TUu4JY5l0cI/AAAAAAAAB6k/HwBaWGcYjQY/s1600/Cny4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569747835616088514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5rtTRd9gzA/TUu4JY5l0cI/AAAAAAAAB6k/HwBaWGcYjQY/s320/Cny4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left: My mom, cousin Janet, Jackie, aunt, ahma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5rtTRd9gzA/TUu4JCvJ3xI/AAAAAAAAB6c/7KEFg1BU4EQ/s1600/Cny3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569747829666733842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5rtTRd9gzA/TUu4JCvJ3xI/AAAAAAAAB6c/7KEFg1BU4EQ/s320/Cny3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeanette, Janet, niece Ally, Jackie, niece Fiona, me, my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5rtTRd9gzA/TUu4I-paRUI/AAAAAAAAB6U/hnr8rWOZAMU/s1600/Cny2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569747828568900930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5rtTRd9gzA/TUu4I-paRUI/AAAAAAAAB6U/hnr8rWOZAMU/s320/Cny2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clockwise from left: My aunt, mom, cousin Jaime, Joyce, Jackie, uncle's wife, uncle, ahma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5rtTRd9gzA/TUu4IsuS9kI/AAAAAAAAB6M/ay9cMg_KwAE/s1600/Cny1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569747823757555266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5rtTRd9gzA/TUu4IsuS9kI/AAAAAAAAB6M/ay9cMg_KwAE/s320/Cny1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From furthest away: dad, youngest uncle, Ally, Fiona, ahma, mom, cousin-in-law Herman (Janet's husband), cousin-in-law Ben (Jaime's husband)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For like five years, I thought Ben's name was Glen. LOL. Until yesterday when I heard Jackie call him Ben. Lucky I didn't greet him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Her Name Is Alice! Amazing song.&lt;br /&gt;Haha short post today.&lt;br /&gt;Happy cny everybody!&lt;br /&gt;Eat eat eat and get fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-35030214554668310?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/35030214554668310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=35030214554668310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/35030214554668310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/35030214554668310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/02/to-stand-outside-your-virtue-no-one-can.html' title='To stand outside your virtue, no one can ever hurt you, or so they say.'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5rtTRd9gzA/TUu4JY5l0cI/AAAAAAAAB6k/HwBaWGcYjQY/s72-c/Cny4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-2576444084396566352</id><published>2011-01-30T19:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T20:56:45.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You try to be cool; you look like a fool to me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOTE. THIS POST WAS MEANT TO BE POSTED ON SUNDAY, 300111.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had yet another weird dream last night. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt I was wandering through this very beautiful place, on a path next to sort of like a lake covered with flowers and greenery, and I wasn't myself, but instead I was looking through the eyes of a young man, not more than 25. There was a girl with me, maybe around 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the edge of the lake, we saw this very lovely bird. It was fully black, with a bit of white, gleaming feathers, and it had a yellow crest-like thing on top of its head (forgot what that's called). It was very big, and somehow the first word that came to my mind was that it was a magpie. But later I searched it on Google and I can't find a bird that looks anything like that. On the contrary, magpies are small, crest-less birds. But they do have very nice, bright eyes, like the bird in my dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the dream, I handed the little girl my camera, and she gleefully took it and started taking pictures of the bird, but it kept dodging her, and all the pictures somehow came out all dark and shadowy even though it was a very sunny day. Then suddenly the bird changed into this demented, snarling girl, the same size as the little girl with me, but very different from her in terms of personality and appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl who was with me screamed when she saw her, and I told her to run away. Then I don't know how an electric guitar appeared, and the crazy girl began a tug-of-war with me over it. Even though she was very small, she had enormous strength, and she looked very demonic and crazed as we fought over the guitar. I have no idea why we both wanted the guitar so badly. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But finally I managed to tear it away from her, and I ran after the first little girl. The sky became very dark, and it started raining heavily, like in a thunderstorm. We ran and ran and didn't stop, through a field and a marsh-like swamp, and a lot of empty, muddy land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my vision suddenly zoomed out, and I was sitting on a couch staring at a television screen, and it was an advertisement for True Blood. I was like WHAT THE SHIT. HAHAHA. Then the dream ended. For those of you who don't know, True Blood is an American drama verial about vampires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a weird dream right -____- When I woke up, the whole scene reminded me of Paramore's Brick by Boring Brick video. It's a lot like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, went out to airport yesterday with Nia, intending to study. Wanted to go Subway's but only when we reached there did we realise the new Subway was actually for the people travelling. HAHAH. So dumb right! So we went to Aston's instead. I don't know why but I was super bloated after eating. I was really struggling to finish the potato salad I usually like so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nia got teriyaki chicken with mashed potato and onion rings, I got chargrilled with potato salad and pasta salad (as usual). After that we went to Mac's to start studying. She got hot chocolate and I got (RANDOM: RAISE YOUR GLASS IS ON MTV! :D) iced mocha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended up only doing homework instead of studying. I did amath and finished my sihan! (Y) Hopefully PZ doesn't give everybody green forms on Monday for handing up late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-2576444084396566352?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/2576444084396566352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=2576444084396566352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/2576444084396566352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/2576444084396566352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-try-to-be-cool-you-look-like-fool.html' title='You try to be cool; you look like a fool to me.'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-7070731560300214455</id><published>2011-01-29T12:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T12:44:13.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There are days every now and again I pretend I'm okay, but that's not what gets me.</title><content type='html'>I recorded Storm! The name was suggested by my two lovely nieces Ally and Fiona who love my song. Come to think of it, it's actually quite a fitting name. It's soft yet angsty, depressing yet hopeful. Or maybe that's just the way it seems to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz. I had a totally bizarre dream last night. I dreamt Lianne and I had to meet this weird old man for i dunno what reason, and we were really scared as we stood outside his door. It was some creepy-looking rundown house. Then when Lianne was about to tell me what we'd do if something went wrong, the man opened the door and smiled scarily at us. We entered and Lianne asked to use the toilet, and the man said okay. I was scared cause she was leaving me alone with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we stood there awkwardly and made small talk for a few minutes, then Lianne suddenly came running out from the toilet heading towards the door, and my instincts told me to join her. Then we ran out and towards the lift and we kept pressing and pressing the button and being super scared. The old man came out, making us even more afraid, and he sighed and said it always happens. Then we realised he actually meant no harm, and we were so relieved. LOL. Stupid dream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm gonna meet Tania now to go airport and study. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-7070731560300214455?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/7070731560300214455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=7070731560300214455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/7070731560300214455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/7070731560300214455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/01/there-are-days-every-now-and-again-i.html' title='There are days every now and again I pretend I&apos;m okay, but that&apos;s not what gets me.'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-6187415150536858642</id><published>2011-01-27T19:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T20:20:09.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll always keep you inside, you healed my heart and my life</title><content type='html'>There are no tests tomorrow! And I made a list of what I do, including practising the piano which I always neglect. I either get super engrossed and play for two hours, or nothing at all. That day my piano teacher, who's a very nice guy but who always digresses (a bit waste my money right LOL), told me I wasn't at my best that day, and he asked me, "Are you tired?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel there's more to the words. Am I tired? Perhaps I am, but really, who isn't? It's part and parcel of almost everybody's life. How I wish I could be the one to break that cycle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz. Like I said, there are no tests tomorrow, so I'm here listening to Shinedown and Ratatat, and blogging. Kekeke. Shall blog about the day. Sometimes school is really interesting, sometimes it's... meh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY LEEYANEE.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE SIXTEEN ALREADY. OHMYGOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tania came to my class to pass me the card to write on. It's damn nice leh! LOL. While I was writing, Mrs Yeo kept calling my name and asking/scolding me to do my duty and I just "ah wait, 5min" or something like that. After all, the classroom won't explode if I don't sweep the floor for five minutes right? Then Tania who was outside, later said that I was very rude. In the serious way. Zzz where got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there are a lot of double periods on thursday. Started off with one period music. We're doing japanese music now and it's kind of interesting. If you've seen Memoirs of a Geisha and you think the music is like that, well Jap theatre isn't. There's two kinds which is Ngoh and Kabuki, and Ngoh is more high-class and difficult to understand. Most Westerners would probably find it hilariously dumb. LOL. Kabuki is more interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double physics next. Had the test first, which was quite okay I think. Last minute studying helps! Hahaha. Lab was horrible. Whatshername is super niao about me and Yy's experiment. We used the first half of the lesson to play with the marbles provided and didn't do the experiment LOL. Then she came over and started monitoring us closely + helping us with the experiment. Umm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess! I'm always super hungry before recess nowadays. Double chinese was holymama. Damn boring as usual. So guess how I used the time? I drew a "Music is my life" in the centre of one of my sketchbook pages, and filled up the rest of the space with random artists/band names. Crazy right, I know. There's like super a lot. Credits to Yy, Lifang and Mt for contributing. At the bottom of the page, I wrote in me and Yy's names, at her request. HAHA. So boliao please. Spent like an hour on that, including during English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double english; Mrs Yeo went through summary and then gave us a free period. Yay. Yy and I went to the toilet and heard a sec3 girl fart while she was peeing. Omg. So embarrassing for her please. LOL. But we still laughed once we left the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school T, L and I went to the toilet and I helped them hold their doors. Ahs so cheapskate lor, almost all the door lock spoil already, don't want ask people to repair. I was like o__o when I saw Tyanwei standing on the basin and looking into the first cubicle, talking to Candice I think. Was wondering if she can see Tania and Lianne. LOL. So I said "Lianne, look up." And Tyan immediately jumped off and protested. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when Lianne said she was done I intended to let go of her door but accidentally let go of Tania's instead, who screamed. Luckily we saw nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to tamp to eat at Wendy's which is some fast food place located at an ulu corner. It's okay. Not really fantastic, just average. When we left, Tania stole my wallet and hp and as we walked through Tm, I touched my bag to see if they were there and jumped when I realised it was an empty space. Told the other two, who somehow weren't as shocked as I expected, and then ran all the way back to Wendy's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The auntie cleaner told me she didn't see any personal belongings, and I was like AHHHHH. Then I looked through the door and saw Tania waving my stuff at me. WTS LAH SERIOUSLY. Gave her the finger but she didn't see. LOL. Tried looking for a present for Zt but couldn't find anything suitable. So many January babies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tania left to take bus for her tuition, and Lianne and I walked around Tampines. I finally bought a new year shirt! It's just a plain white tee to match my jeans. hahaha. I love simplicity! Then we had an impromptu plan to go Ikea. Took a few pictures, bought ice-cream, yeah the usual. I soooo want a house of my own ): I'd decorate it until it's damn nice. Hai. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to surf Youtube now. I love Youtube!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-6187415150536858642?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/6187415150536858642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=6187415150536858642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/6187415150536858642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/6187415150536858642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/01/ill-always-keep-you-inside-you-healed.html' title='I&apos;ll always keep you inside, you healed my heart and my life'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-7751845517245845497</id><published>2011-01-26T18:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T18:45:03.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm like a stranger on this road</title><content type='html'>It's official. I LOVE RATATAT. I'm listening to Breaking Away now and it's like... OHMYGOD. No joke. There is something about instrumentals that makes you unable to put it into words. It's like when you sing "I PUT MY HANDS UP IN THE AIR SOMETIMES", people will immediately catch on and say "heyyyy I know that song". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is no way to describe an instrumental as beautiful as Ratatat's Breaking Away. I first watched a Poreotics video when I heard this song and then I fell in love. It's like listening to an Eminem rap without the rapping, but not quite. It's sooooo lovely. There's nothing quite like an amazing instrumental in the world. You probably won't understand what I'm talking about unless you listen to instrumentals as well. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I have a physics test on three chapters tomorrow and I'm not supposed to be here, but heck. Random: I like Raise Your Glass by Pink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my story is in the Falcon. I nearly screamed when I saw it, not because of joy or anything positive, but because it's damn embarrassing. I wrote about falling in and out of love. Wts, why did they have to pick mine, and of all compos, that one? Also, some asshole, probably the editor or something, tried to be funny and changed my lead guy's name from Ben to Edward. To whoever that is, DAMN YOUUUUU. I swear I didn't write Edward. I have never used "Edward" in any of my compos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er, I dunno what to write about now. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Cny is coming up. Sighhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-7751845517245845497?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/7751845517245845497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=7751845517245845497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/7751845517245845497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/7751845517245845497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-like-stranger-on-this-road.html' title='I&apos;m like a stranger on this road'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-4229586836888133392</id><published>2011-01-23T19:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T20:14:07.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blow a kiss at the methane skies, see the rust through your playground eyes</title><content type='html'>School starts tomorrow, once again. Hai. It's already Week 4! Every day passes so quick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lianne and I met Nexen yesterday. Well I guess he's nice, and Lianne agrees that he's cute in the xiaoboyboy way. LOL. Met at Bras Basah mrt, which like kinda far, and I never even knew there was a Bras Basah mrt! It's kind of near Bugis. Then we walked to the studio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks. Nobody came in to help us set up, I think they sorta assumed we know how to, and it's bad enough that there's no piano. But they don't even have a pedal for their pathetic keyboard! -facepalm- the other Bugis studio is way better can. I wanna go jam there with the band sometime soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thankfully Nexen knew how to set up everything. Did I mention his friend has a personal studio? What the shittttt. I'm so jealous. When I grow up and get a house of my own, Imma build in a personal studio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole one and a half hours was... an epic phail. HAHAHA. There was only a keyboard, a voice, drums and a bass, since none of us can play the guitar that well. So the sound was... meh. Sounded very empty. Where's Sarah and Andrew when we need them? OH, and later Sarah Twitted she actually could've come because her church band went to have supper. T____T Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there went my eight bucks. Then Lianne jokingly invited Nexen to come shop with us and he nearly agreed. o_____o In the end he went off to mrt. He reminds me of Zhitao leh! Like he eats a lot and is still super skinny for a guy, his complexion is quite fair and he's kind of gangly. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway so Lianne and I went Saturday night shopping! It was sooo packed. All the CO2 floating in the air made it super warm even though it's only late January. I can already imagine the April to June heat. -swoons- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to find a top for cny, but I want the oversized jersey-ish kind, like the Game On shirt I saw at Topshop the other day. (Scroll down to one of my previous posts to see a picture of it) Budden cannot find. I would've thought Bugis was full of those kind of shirts. Cheh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended up buying a sweatshirt instead, from this Korean shop that a lot of nice clothes. I simply adore grey things. LOL. It's super comfy too! Even though I didn't try it on. After that when I went home, my mom had a mini spazz because apparently it looks too informal for cny. Haiyah whatever lah, she just wants her kids to look good in front of relatives, like all moms do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lianne bought a lot of stuffs -shakes head- as usual, including black flats from Dorothy Perkins, and I also saw some pretty high-tops at Bugis Street! Ahhhh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home around 10pm. Tired max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cny is coming up! D: Feels like not too long ago when I was complaining about cny last year. Psh. Sure, it's nice to wear new clothes, but the whole visit-relatives thing is mainly depressing for me because I'm not close at all to any of my cousins, and I just have to sit there and watch tv and feel awkward while the adults interact. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year, my 2nd uncle writes my name on my angbao as "Zowee". Every year, the aunts and my grandma tell me I'm really tall and I need to eat more meat. Every year, I find an sms buddy to chat with so I won't die of boredom. And I can't even look forward to getting angbaos because my mom takes the money (Yes, ALL the money) and stores it in my bank account for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only my dad gives me a hundred that I can spend. (Y) &lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll use it to buy green/yellow hts! Or a pair of Converse. &lt;br /&gt;Haha I've developed a shoe craze. I feel like a Carmen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and there's no cca tomorrow, yeshhhh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-4229586836888133392?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/4229586836888133392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=4229586836888133392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/4229586836888133392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/4229586836888133392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/01/blow-kiss-at-methane-skies-see-rust.html' title='Blow a kiss at the methane skies, see the rust through your playground eyes'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-3518930523543247421</id><published>2011-01-21T20:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T20:56:19.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're never gonna fit in much, kid.</title><content type='html'>Just now I was youtube-ing and I put my head on the keyboard and accidentally pressed the space bar, and this Mcr song came blasting out my speakers, which happened to be right next me. HAHA random&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, TGIF! This week actually passed quite fast I think. Feels like just yesterday that it was Sunday. When you're having fun, time flies. When you're stressed out and all busy, times also flies. Chinese test this week was killer. Very scared I go remedial leh. I don't wanna go remedial! Already in chem remedial D: But 19 out of 29 people in my class are in chem remedial. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had chem double period, physics, amath and music double period. We did chords for The Wonders' That Thing You Do! It's this super old but nice song hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school some of the sec4s, me included, wanted to watch the sec1 auditions, but Rebeckah only allowed some people to go. Whyyyyyyy. I really wanted to see it lor. Hai. Daine left earlier, so I hilled down with Anna, Vanessa and Jinghui. Tania didn't tell me she wasn't going for cca, chek. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home and spent the entire afternoon using com. (No life) Such a waste of an afternoon. But I liked it! (sings Enrique Iglesias' song) Only time I stopped using was to go play Happy on the piano, and then try recording Happy, voice only. Went into a coughing fit after that when I choked on air. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question of the day. Is my voice very act cute?! Cause I found that my voice sounded very T___T after listening to Leona Lewis and then listening to my own recording. And I looked at my Youtube account today and saw this super old cover of Complicated, which is really quite horrible since I was feeling down that day and put a lot of emotion into my singing. So I went off quite a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment number 1: "wow u sound like a little﻿ avril lavigne, your voice is sooo cute :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment number 2: "i﻿ like it too :) its really cute u girl have a very nice voice :) but i want a video of your singing :)^^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment number 3: "i like a lot !!!!﻿ i'll want to know your face!!!!! good luck !!!!cute"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute my ass, my voice is not cute! AHHHHH. &lt;br /&gt;Hai. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH HAHAHAHA omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a comment on one of my covers. Seriously I have no idea why I sound so bad on recording. It's like, did I really sound that awful two years ago? Anyway the comment is "the text ist wrong and you﻿ can't sing." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Tania replied that comment: "fag u"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm considering deleting all my Youtube videos. Can't stand my own voice. I sound like a whiny little kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-3518930523543247421?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/3518930523543247421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=3518930523543247421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/3518930523543247421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/3518930523543247421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/01/youre-never-gonna-fit-in-much-kid.html' title='You&apos;re never gonna fit in much, kid.'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-6798890042822181607</id><published>2011-01-20T18:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T19:01:40.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This broken city sky, like butane on my skin, stolen from my eyes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5rtTRd9gzA/TTgSgSnxe3I/AAAAAAAAB6A/mdG7a77fZEE/s1600/photo1622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564217685580020594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5rtTRd9gzA/TTgSgSnxe3I/AAAAAAAAB6A/mdG7a77fZEE/s320/photo1622.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game On tee from Topshop that I want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe class="youtube-player" title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/a2RA0vsZXf8" frameborder="0" width="640" height="390" type="text/html"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise it was only just a dream :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video quality is just like the movie kind! Omg I totally want a camera like that ): I love the piano melody at the beginning. It's sooooo nice. I also like the singers! Ahhh I like everything about this video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons today weren't too bad. I still strongly dislike Amath. I don't get Furthur Trig Identities and it's killing me. HELPPPPPP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to chem remedial, then music room after school and then hilled down with Lf and Zy, and had dinner with Zy at foodcourt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had a friend like Sam Tsui (the guy in the video above). It would be soooo awesome to go jamming with a voice like that. Hai, sadly I'm born in SE Asia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very short post today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-6798890042822181607?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/6798890042822181607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=6798890042822181607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/6798890042822181607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/6798890042822181607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-broken-city-sky-like-butane-on-my.html' title='This broken city sky, like butane on my skin, stolen from my eyes.'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5rtTRd9gzA/TTgSgSnxe3I/AAAAAAAAB6A/mdG7a77fZEE/s72-c/photo1622.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-215880083341241272</id><published>2011-01-19T18:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T18:48:14.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You sing a sad song just to turn it around</title><content type='html'>Listening to 987 now! I used to love 987 (back when I was in sec1 and loved Jonas Brothers [omg please don't laugh, I WAS SEC1 OKAY] and loved anything to do with pop) but now I don't really like it anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been blogging less and less these days, and it's all thanks to our busy school schedule. From now on, I have chem tutorial after school on Thurs. And Amath tuition every Monday from 730 to 9pm starting next week. It's this guy who's going to university. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like cursed with male teachers. Majority of my schoolteachers are male, my piano teacher is male, my ex-piano teacher is male, my old amath tutor is male, and now my new amath tutor will be male. (I mean, he &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; male, but well you get what I mean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been slacking too much these days ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to go lim teh with Lianne and Nia after school yesterday, but ended up deciding to eat instead. And we alighted at simei intending to have prata, but it was really exp so we couldn't decide between Kfc or Eighteen Chefs'. I didn't want Kfc, Nia didn't want 18 Chefs'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end we went to the coffeeshop below her block to eat. I bought nasi lemak, they had nasi ayam. And I treated Tania to iced bandung cause she helped me with my amath. She almost dropped this egg yolk thing she wanted from me into my iced milo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg then the scary thing happened. We were sitting and talking after finishing, and suddenly Lianne saw this red ant in my hair, and she started hyperventilating and pointing to my head, and all she said was "FLICK IT OFF FLICK IT OFF FLICK IT OFF" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we all stood up. Tania actually took out her phone and started taking photos. I wanted Lianne to help me flick it off since I had no idea where the damn red ant was, and Tania passed her tissue. But all she could do was run away from me. HAHAHAHA. In the end she managed to pick it off my hair with the tissue, and we were all laughing hysterically. Half the coffeeshop was staring at us. Ohmymama. Paiseh ttm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, thank god it wasn't Lianne. I can imagine her totally freaking out and screaming and running around like mad. Tania and Lianne said it was the revenge of the red ant, since the previous time we were there, I helped them squash this red ant that was crawling around their side of the table. See lah, lian lei wo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after that Tania left and Lianne and I walked around since we didn't feel like going home yet. It made me feel like going shopping! Hai. I actually saw quite a few things that I like and wanna buy. Like a few tops at New Look and Topshop, jeans and Converse high-tops. Oh and the Cotton On jacket, but it's like 40 and the only place it'll probably turn out useful in (since it's damn thick) is airport. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I also want a new bag. LOL I feel so... demanding? Anyway we walked round Tm, Century and T1. Went home around 6pm. I was super tired after that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(edit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading Carmen's blog and I saw this sentence that I think is very true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You never know whose day you just fucked up even more by being mean."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(/edit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-215880083341241272?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/215880083341241272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=215880083341241272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/215880083341241272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/215880083341241272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-sing-sad-song-just-to-turn-it.html' title='You sing a sad song just to turn it around'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-5879944813886818336</id><published>2011-01-14T22:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T23:49:34.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But you don't like me; you just like the chase</title><content type='html'>Dayummm, just realised we have three tests next week.&lt;br /&gt;So much for being happy that there's no homework and only one test next week. Psh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, TGIF! I'm damn tired right now but I'm still blogging and playing Minesweeper and watching Youtube. Minesweeper and Popstar are probably the only games I play, and they're not even real games. LOL. Like DotA (don't understand the boys' craze over it) or Sims (outdated) or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked today's lessons. First was chemlab, quite easy lah, just pour stuff here pour stuff there. Our chem teacher (Mrs Lam) is seriously damn cute! Haha. She 'shh-es' people even when no one is talking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Physics, Mr Tam only taught a bit. Recess! Did very little for Amath too. For music, Mrs Sng decided to spring a surprise orchestral works test on us, and it's counted. AHHHHH there goes my hopes of improving in music. Then we went to lab to do some bassline thing on Sibelius. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dismissal! Went to 4J to find Lianne. Oh, she left her guitar at my class cause apparently it'll be "less awkward to have a guitar in my class" and during recess Dwayne and Hongjie went to take it and play, thinking it was Yy's. But they also tuned it properly. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed in 4J till 2, then Lianne went to her classroom again and I used her phone to read Wattpad for an hour. The cca showcase seemed nice from afar, but I didn't watch. Heard a lot of screaming though. And there was this weird lower sec guy who was dancing/moonwalking randomly around concourse. Like really for nothing, just standing around and dancing. Errrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Lianne came out at 3 and we saw this cab that was leaving ahs. To save time, we took it. Exactly 4 dollars. The uncle was veh friendly. He thanked me like 4 times when we alighted. Haha not like I tip him or anything lor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went up to my place and my brother was home. Left Lianne standing around feeling awkward while I packed my guitar. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrt-ed to Tamp and it was still early so we bought bbtea and sat on the steps leading to T1. Chatted till Vinc said he reached, and we met outside Three Cheers. Err he like dress until quite pai leh. Got people look at us one, even Lianne said so to me in Chinese. Like, two schoolgirls walking with this smoking guy in a leather jacket. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found an ulu spot at a void deck to prac guitar. There was this cute old lady, like you know, typical lao popo who will hang around void decks, who walked past and stared at us, and I smiled at her. And she actually smiled back happily and said " Chi bao le mei you?" (Have you eaten?) Hahaha. Then I said yeah and she went and asked Lianne who just said "ah" cause she didn't understand what she was saying. -shakes head-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as she walked away, I waved and said byebye and she turned and grinned again and said "Ah, byebye, guai ah". Which really made me feel very touched, cause nobody has ever called me that (without being sarcastic) for a very long time. And she has a really sweet smile, like that kind of old people smile that can make you feel happy. Ahh, she totally made my day. Wish she was my grandmother. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent was like "err who's that." HAHA. Not used to Chinese ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we sat there and played guitar/chatted till around 6. He knows how to play Disenchanted and it sounds damnnnn nice! T.T &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to Tamp foodcourt to eat. Ate hokkien mee with Lianne, and he ate some rice thing. Oh, and we bought movie tickets for Burlesque. At first we went and the ticket guy said it was 10 dollars each, and then Lianne and I looked at each other with the :/ face and after that, Lianne said the guy looked like he was gonna laugh. Cheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went back and borrowed 5 from Vinc. We actually only needed 5, but he fished out 20 o___o then I said "huh it's 5" and he gave me 10. Said we would give him back next week and he said "nevermind" -.- Can he not be so nice? Well but of course we're still gonna return it to him. OH and we talked about music artists. Glad to know he's anti-Bieber, and he likes Chris Brown and not Rihanna. BUT HE DISLIKES NE-YO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "You like r&amp;b?"&lt;br /&gt;Vinc: "It's okay. Depends."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Ne-Yo?"&lt;br /&gt;Vinc: -straightforward face- "I don't like him."&lt;br /&gt;-jaw drops, Lianne laughs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighhhh. Nexen's still the best, aside from Carmen. He likes rock, hiphop, a bit of metal, and not much of others. YAY. Today he just said he likes Dead! ♥ HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said bye after dinner, then went in to Burlesque. It's totally awesome! I wish Singapore had a burlesque club, but then it's kinda like live porn. LOL. There's this Youtube comment: "How does a 64-year-old Cher look like &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt;?" And yes, I seriously agree. She looks barely 45! Haha must be all the Botox. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina Aguilera looked damn pretty! And Cam Gigandet = first class Habanero pepper. HOTDAMN. Overall, the movie had great songs (I really liked "Last of Me" by Cher) but storyline a bit phail. Ending was nice though. I rate it a 7 out of 10! (A bit biased though, cause Claude Kelly wrote 3 songs from the movie) :D (He's the writer of My Life Would Suck Without You, Party in the USA and Circus (Britney Spears)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, can't take it anymore. I'm damn sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-5879944813886818336?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/5879944813886818336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=5879944813886818336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/5879944813886818336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/5879944813886818336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/01/i.html' title='But you don&apos;t like me; you just like the chase'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-7012597379369072086</id><published>2011-01-13T19:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T20:06:18.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But I don't wanna leave if my heart's got to lose.</title><content type='html'>I've been blogging a lot these few days. &lt;br /&gt;School life... :/ &lt;br /&gt;I'd be a lot happier if the uniform was more comfortable. &lt;br /&gt;It's so starchy and poofy, I feel like a pumpkin. &lt;br /&gt;My old shirt from sec1 is still wayyyy more comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;Shows how much the quality has went down -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a usual day. I don't like routine. It's like everyday is the same thing at school. Rush to school, assembly, classes, recess, classes, bell ring, go eat lunch, maybe hang around, go home, watch tv, eat, sleep. -shakes head- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, music was first period. Holy mama, Mrs Sng chose to show my composition to the class out of all ten. She said my composition is "interesting" and that it'll do "moderately well as a pop piece" but it has quite a few flaws if it's classical music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well of course it sounds pop-ish, since I picked one of my lame pop songs and tried to adapt it to a classical. And she said it sounded "interesting" but she only gave me a 31/50. WHY WHY WHYYY. And then we did orchestral scores, which sucked the life outta me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After music was double physics lab. Our physics teacher is Mr Than. YAY. He seems pretty nice. I was playing with Yy's pen and he walked over and smiled and said I looked bored. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then recess, then double chinese. Peng Zhi is damnnnnnnn boring. It's either I fall asleep or I end up talking non-stop. So he kept saying "those three students keep talking" in chinese and making Lifang and Yy stand up and read things (though he didn't call me, heh heh heh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double english. So many double periods; is the school trying to kill us? We have double chem and double music tomorrow. -_______- But english isn't as bad I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school L, T and I went to canteen to eat. Then we rented lockers. I'm locker number 1! :D How come nobody in 4L wants to rent lockers ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilled down with them after that. Reached home and felt like sleeping, so I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575761937067729839-7012597379369072086?l=t-ype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/feeds/7012597379369072086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575761937067729839&amp;postID=7012597379369072086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/7012597379369072086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575761937067729839/posts/default/7012597379369072086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ype.blogspot.com/2011/01/but-i-dont-wanna-leave-if-my-hearts-got.html' title='But I don&apos;t wanna leave if my heart&apos;s got to lose.'/><author><name>Zo (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021999926300752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575761937067729839.post-3012892184924943559</id><published>2011-01-10T19:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T20:05:52.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We used to say that you only hear the music when your heart begins to break</title><content type='html'>My brother is suffering from lagness. He's only recently begun to fall in love with Danger Days. LOL. He likes Na Na Na and Sing and Vampire Money (but when he sings Sing it's like omg cause the poor boy can't hit the high notes) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMEMBER WHEN YOU WERE A MADMAN&lt;br /&gt;THOUGHT YOU WAS BATMAN&lt;br /&gt;AND HIT THE PARTY WITH A GAS CAN ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo. We had our first official school day today! It was okay I guess, since there were no lessons at all, and tomorrow there's no school thanks to our lovely graduands! (Awesome max, the whole school screamed when the principal announced it) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First period was English, and I was pretty frazzled when I heard cause I thought I was the only one who didn't do Eng homework at all until I asked Kairong. But in the end Mrs Yeo just did practically nothing for English -____- (&lt;-- big mouth according to Tania) She didn't change most of our seats though, so I got to sit with Yy, and there's Rachel and Kr in front, an
