<?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-8846206</id><updated>2011-04-22T13:21:46.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>predictable</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846206.post-7511634503349477310</id><published>2007-08-07T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T22:51:55.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg im such a stalker. but heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHOHOHO :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found motorbike's friendster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahahahhahahahahhahahahahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realised, i do have very bad taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to drool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846206-7511634503349477310?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/7511634503349477310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=7511634503349477310' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/7511634503349477310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/7511634503349477310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2007/08/omg-im-such-stalker.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846206.post-102763708121330066</id><published>2007-08-06T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T23:10:02.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your Love Alone Is Not Enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;manic street preachers. nice song :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i apologise, i dont really have anything to blog about. just random ramblings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;late night phone convo with yj on sat. hahah. the silly nut went to drink a double espresso at like eightpm at night. and CAFFEINE makes us HIGH. so when she called me at eleven plus she was still shrieking away into the phone. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;and i was trying hard not to laugh too loudly in case i woke the whole world up.&lt;br /&gt;and we talked for like... three hours? hmm wow i just realised..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;we came up with this late night mugging session idea.&lt;br /&gt;which she suggested to the class today. and as usual.. everyone was like... blahhh. haiz. the class is super unenthu nowadays :/&lt;br /&gt;it's weird... because... whatever happened? we've all broken up into our cliques and the people whom you used to think were nice are not that nice anymore. and people are being ostracized.. people mind their own business. people dont like each other. people are becoming poserish... and everything's just...&lt;br /&gt;blahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember wanting so badly to get sixpoints so i could stay in my school and in my class and now i dont exactly remember &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why &lt;/span&gt;anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oddnumbers.&lt;br /&gt;im not the only one who dislikes odd numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the phone convo ended up emoish so.. ahh :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like conclusion: life's screwed. woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway, bad day today. blah.&lt;br /&gt;dont wanna talk about it anymore. just angry frustrated and felt like swearing nonstop.&lt;br /&gt;whined abit to grace then i realised i was spreading too much of my negative karma around...&lt;br /&gt;blahh ):&lt;br /&gt;why am i so ap-ed?&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i say all the right things, at exactly the right times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but i mean nothing to you and i dont know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the day to play cara's theme song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am i not pretty enough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is my heart too broken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do i cry too much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am i too outspoken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dont i make you laugh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;should i try it harder?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why do you see right through me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh. i found some new person to worship. hahah. during fac nights. we saw this random guy sitting next to the spotlight at the LT, emoing throughout the whole night. like he was wearing black and there was a icemountain! water bottle next to him. and he just sat there on the ledge and emoed... woohoo. damn cool. haha. yay new idol.&lt;br /&gt;except i dont really remember how he looks like anymore. so i wont even recognise him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a thoroughly random note, im listening to like chinese songs now! wahah. sunyanzi's ying xin. which is a very nice song. and the chorus loosely translates to,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i want to transform into an invisible person to cover up my hurt&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im like listening to hiphop?/r&amp;b? nowadays too! &gt;&lt; style="font-style: italic;"&gt;youre way too beautiful girl, that's why it will never work. you had me suicidal, suicidal when you say it's over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and icebox by omarion! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ive got this icebox where my heart used to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh which reminds me.&lt;br /&gt;was watching the felchin show that day. and the guy said something like&lt;br /&gt;yao fang qi, yao xian fang de xia.&lt;br /&gt;[to give up, you must let go first]&lt;br /&gt;which makes perfect sense if you think about it :)&lt;br /&gt;nice quote. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hello xuewen! WHEE thank you for accompanying me on sat! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go pp again.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why. haha.&lt;br /&gt;and i went shopping again yesterday! woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;and promptly didnt study for maths test today. how smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the words of the new chem teacher, i need to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;focus&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;BAH. i felt like strangling her today.&lt;br /&gt;actually i feel like strangling her everyday.&lt;br /&gt;like the other day during chem lab when they were playing with washbottles. like why are you being so anal? arrggh.&lt;br /&gt;ok sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846206-102763708121330066?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/102763708121330066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=102763708121330066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/102763708121330066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/102763708121330066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2007/08/your-love-alone-is-not-enough.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-1356992466785826622</id><published>2007-08-04T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T22:53:55.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;don't scream - there are so many roads left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like crying suddenly ):&lt;br /&gt;it's weird how. everyone chooses to say something at this particular moment. so you get like... bamwhamslam.. which is overwhelming. and it doesnt necessarily have to be something bad.&lt;br /&gt;and i end up feeling like crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohno.&lt;br /&gt;im so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had facs night yest. we crashed. it was.. okay.&lt;br /&gt;after that, yj and i sat at the area near the flagpole, overlooking the field. it was really nice. like.. it was dark and the lights from the inner plaza cast shadows on the field. and yj and i started doing weird stuff. like floating heads and cara shrinking.. hahah :) then we sat there in the nice breeze and emoed.&lt;br /&gt;and yj blasted MIKA! on her phone.&lt;br /&gt;his songs. rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my interpretation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i don't need an alibi, or for you to realise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the things we left unsaid,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;are only taking space up in our head.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if we forget the things we know,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;would we have somewhere to go?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the only way is down, i can see that now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is my interpretation, and it dont have to make sense to you at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, i heard some rotten news yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;i love my grandmother. i dont want anything to happen to her again ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i remember when you said, everything is gonna be allright.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on yet another note, i was listening to dashboard confessional on the way home today.&lt;br /&gt;i wished i didnt. im glad i did.&lt;br /&gt;what a weird.. contradiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Stolen" by Dashboard Confessional&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watch the season pull up its own stakes&lt;br /&gt;And catch the last weekend of the last week&lt;br /&gt;Before the gold and the glimmer have been replaced,&lt;br /&gt;Another sun soaked season fades away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have stolen my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invitation only, grand farewells&lt;br /&gt;Crash the best one, of the best ones&lt;br /&gt;Clear liquor and cloudy eyed, too early to say goodnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have stolen my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from the ballroom floor we are in celebration&lt;br /&gt;One good stretch before our hibernation&lt;br /&gt;Our dreams assured and we all, will sleep well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have stolen&lt;br /&gt;You have stolen my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch you spin around in your highest heels&lt;br /&gt;You are the best one, of the best ones&lt;br /&gt;We all look like we feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have stolen my&lt;br /&gt;You have stolen my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;breathe in for luck, breathe in so deep&lt;br /&gt;hands down, this is the best day i can ever remember&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll always remember the sound of the stereo;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;these hearts they race from self control,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we're doing fine, we're doing nothing at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846206.post-1405205699558278664</id><published>2007-08-01T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T23:19:45.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can I be your memory?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is so strangely random but i was just blogsurfing when i visited someone's blog and weird memories just came pouring in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember my birthday in secone. and xw and i were taking our umm morning stroll as usual when you walked up to me and handed me a grey box. with hershey's kisses and foreverfriends bear.&lt;br /&gt;i remember the donut bandage.&lt;br /&gt;i remember the first poc dinner and you drank this glass of water with all sorts of weird stuff in it including tomato sauce.&lt;br /&gt;i remember how you used to be at the top of my msn list.&lt;br /&gt;i remember our long late nights/ early mornings convos. like how i'd come online at fiveam and you'd be there. and we'd talked about stuff.. like you graduating, and how difficult it was to.. move on?&lt;br /&gt;i remember your bus-stop email.&lt;br /&gt;i remember alot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why im remembering all these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;holding on to feel the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;sugarcult's memory. awesome song :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends dont last forever, do they?&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846206-1405205699558278664?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/1405205699558278664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=1405205699558278664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/1405205699558278664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/1405205699558278664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2007/08/can-i-be-your-memory-this-is-so.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-3378515734729765831</id><published>2007-07-30T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T19:24:46.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i need caffeine in my bloodstream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tea's gone cold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm wondering why,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;got out of bed at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the morning rain clouds up my window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and i can't see at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even if i could, it'll all be grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but your picture on my wall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it reminds me that it's not so bad, not so bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;According to wikipedia, "In humans, caffeine is a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Central_nervous_system" title="Central nervous system"&gt;central nervous system&lt;/a&gt; (CNS) &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stimulant" title="Stimulant"&gt;stimulant&lt;/a&gt;, having the effect of temporarily warding off &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Drowsiness" title="Drowsiness"&gt;drowsiness&lt;/a&gt; and restoring alertness. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i found another way to drive away the blues. hahah. other than retail therapy which i think im addicted to now but uses up alot of time and money...&lt;br /&gt;it's coffee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me try to put this across coherrently... and as fast as i can before my desire to blog dies out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to sch today with a horrid irritated mood. there was chem test. then there was pe. and we initially wanted to pon pe. but we ended up going and dancing some horribly boring &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;line dancing&lt;/span&gt; . yes, goodness. and i was sinking into my moody ap thing again. like... how peiwen describes it hahah&lt;br /&gt;"Moody, was how i would describe the look, making all apprehensive to approach.Her fringe would fall over her eyes, her face with a “i-could-care-less” look on her face, her arms folded"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was break. and i decided on a whim not to eat the canteen food, we ended up raiding the welfare room and eating unhealthy stuff like cup noodles. hahah. pao bu dao niu, chi pao mian.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, break was very yummy. felt like eating alot. so was randomly buying like muffins from the fishtank. and i drank ICE COFFEE :) ok it was too sweet and too diluted. but it was coffee nevertheless and there was CAFFEINE. so by the time maths lecture started i got extremely high. and it was fun.. to be high. and happy and laugh over stupid things. and you dont really care that they're stupid, you just want to laugh anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which made me miss the whole part about integration, but heck that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i got home and when i woke up just now the caffeine was like wearing off... and i was feeling like shit im going to get moody again then i got an sms. which... made my day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's... interesting because today i was feeling like...&lt;br /&gt;like im sick of friends because im not even sure if they're friendships in actual fact. friends who are there because they want to be friends with you or friendships that are merely... obligatory.&lt;br /&gt;like.. i thought you were my close friend but it turns out you are not or it turns out everything was just... talk without any heart in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like what grace sometimes ends up doing. like she'll spam you with ILOVEYOUs but then soon you'll realise that maybe she doesnt mean it. like really mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like... i thought you were my close friend and i dunno... i guess i thought more of the friendship but i feel like you think of me as some friend to be ashamed of or something.. so it was abit.. sad. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know if im pot calling the kettle black-ing but if i am. sorry. just let me go on meanwhile will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;distance is a... way of escaping i guess. like, im irritated with you but i dont really want to show it so i'll just distance myself. or... im hurt by you and i dont want to invest myself emotionally anymore so i'll just distance myself.&lt;br /&gt;i think i learnt that from... someone. hahah. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; someone. the one whose name rhymes with pram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno i guess each of us have our own way of dealing with things.&lt;br /&gt;like someone once told me that you came up with this zen-like theory. that if you dont get too close to people, you wont feel hurt by them so it'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;but i was thinking then, isnt that a bit selfish? true, you wont feel hurt by them. but what about the people whom you've distanced yourself from? wont they feel hurt that you're drifting away? like youre protecting yourself but are you hurting others in the process?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess.. it's interesting to see how people deal with things.&lt;br /&gt;take for example, the subject of religion and how differences in religion can cause some conflicts and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;i told my mom what grace said they were taught. something about God being angry with his people for marrying non-believers. and my mom started singing this song,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jesus loves the little children, all the children of the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;and jh has his analogy. like... we are all referring to the same/ similar.. higher being? it's just we're looking at it with different perspectives. who is to say who is correct? who is wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, back to today. a friend taught me a couple of things today, which helped.&lt;br /&gt;like she said... it's difficult for us to share with others who dont really know or understand what we're going through... but yeahh i am thankful that... i was able to tell her some stuff. and she understands. and she shared some stuff with me which was... enlightening? yeah in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said the road to recovery hurts. but we'll grow up after that. and learn to face greater things in life. and i guess that's something good to look forward to. to not think about what you've lost but rather, what you have learnt/gained, or you can come out of this saying yay i've grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll delete one sms at a time.&lt;br /&gt;and when we delete the last sms, we'd finally have moved on or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's nice to look forward too, isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's interesting.. that my windows media player is currently playing Relient K's Let It All Out. hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when the burden seems too much to bear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;remember the end will justify the pain it took to get us there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;let it all out, dont be alarmed when the wound begins to bleed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we decided to give up on pao-ing guys and concentrate on pao-ing girls or eating pao mian in the end. hahah and we were like attempting to seduce each other outside the staffroom which ended up being very retarded. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the first cut is the deepest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres this weird feeling in me that refuses to trust.. people. i dunno. like...&lt;br /&gt;it's very very scary to trust someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'll just... take her words of advice. and be thankful for today. and we'll see what the future brings? like... no expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just felt like sharing this today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and i was positive that unless i got myself together, i would watch me fall apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and i can't let that happen again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cos then you'll see my heart and the saddest state it's ever been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;grace was writing a poem about love for a competition or something... and there's this line that i liked.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;i let you lead me through love’s maze;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i taste a black question mark on my lips as i say your name;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846206-3378515734729765831?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/3378515734729765831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=3378515734729765831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/3378515734729765831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/3378515734729765831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-need-caffeine-in-my-bloodstream.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-5406535572953940984</id><published>2007-07-27T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T23:03:39.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im in an extremely high mood now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abit dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like molecules vibrating so fast that im going to vapourise or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-lets out a string of random words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im turning bimbotic.&lt;br /&gt;how.&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;eeks.&lt;br /&gt;shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i just went to random junior's blog&lt;br /&gt;and i realised that hurrahh there's still hope for me!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846206-5406535572953940984?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/5406535572953940984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=5406535572953940984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/5406535572953940984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/5406535572953940984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2007/07/shit.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-6940453210053885709</id><published>2007-07-26T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T21:34:41.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jealousy turning saints into the sea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;swimming through sick lullabies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This is the hardest story that I’ve ever told&lt;br /&gt;No hope, or love, or glory&lt;br /&gt;Happy endings gone forever more&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I feel as if I’m wastin’&lt;br /&gt;And I’m wastin’ everyday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;This is the way you left me,&lt;br /&gt;I’m not pretending.&lt;br /&gt;No hope, no love, no glory,&lt;br /&gt;No Happy Ending.&lt;br /&gt;This is the way that we love,&lt;br /&gt;Like it’s forever.&lt;br /&gt;Then live the rest of our life,&lt;br /&gt;But not together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me face down, down across the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you got your gun to my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm coming out of my cage&lt;br /&gt;and i've been doing just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class, you need to&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; focus&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blahhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846206-6940453210053885709?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/6940453210053885709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=6940453210053885709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/6940453210053885709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/6940453210053885709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2007/07/jealousy-turning-saints-into-sea.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-6818456137739372577</id><published>2007-07-23T23:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T23:01:40.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahah&lt;br /&gt;i think im beginning to understand the meaning of retail therapy.&lt;br /&gt;or it could be that im turning bimbotic.&lt;br /&gt;-scandalous gasp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopping with yj and df was FUN :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im very tired now.&lt;br /&gt;and broke too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i didnt do any work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheeeeeee :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846206-6818456137739372577?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/6818456137739372577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=6818456137739372577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/6818456137739372577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/6818456137739372577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2007/07/hahah-i-think-im-beginning-to.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-6818131035827575208</id><published>2007-07-23T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T12:39:55.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i wanna wake up kicking and screaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;说你爱我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;变成一种问候&lt;br /&gt;不如趁早放手&lt;br /&gt;把爱坠落&lt;br /&gt;让满地鲜红&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;说你爱我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;变成一种折磨&lt;br /&gt;不用陪我走到最后&lt;br /&gt;我承担不起你的承诺&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zomg. im listening to chinese songs.&lt;br /&gt;df's influence. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im talking more to her recently. telling her stuff. i dont know if it's a good idea. but heck. wouldnt it be nice to trust someone just without qualms?&lt;br /&gt;that's a stupid thing to do i know.&lt;br /&gt;but im stupid anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i envy df.&lt;br /&gt;well at least... it kind of... gives you hope that things will turn out fine?&lt;br /&gt;that everybody gets through it?&lt;br /&gt;i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we came up with an analogy today. yj df and i. hahah other than the wanton mee one. this one's about fishermen. fishermen who fish for fish, then once they've gotten a catch they realise, oh this fish is actually not nice, or ohno im actually allergic to this type of fish im not allowed to eat this type of fish or i'll be a sinner, and then they dump the fish back into the river. and they dont really care that theres some hook dangling at the fish's mouth. that the fish is dying. or scarred for life or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;stupid shits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah i can think of a lot of alliterations for stupidshits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nf returned me twelfth night today. :) i like twelfth night. the themes and all..? yeahh and cos im such a nerdy mugger, random things will remind me of quotes from twelfth night. like..&lt;br /&gt;if music be the food of love, play on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we'll strive to please you everday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the rain it raineth everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wished sometimes i could stop living in the past. like living in my memories.&lt;br /&gt;i wished i had the courage to just pick my phone up and delete everything. like tada! everything's gone. fresh clean slate. be happy again. yay.&lt;br /&gt;blah.&lt;br /&gt;i'd decided to embrace them last time. like... yeah memories so what? just think of them and move along.. but now im scared of them. blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh half day today.&lt;br /&gt;im going shopping.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bleeding;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;here we are now with the desperate youth and pain, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we're awakening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846206-6818131035827575208?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/6818131035827575208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=6818131035827575208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/6818131035827575208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/6818131035827575208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-wanna-wake-up-kicking-and-screaming.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-8457159549260985052</id><published>2007-07-21T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T22:44:03.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;df introduced this to me :) hahah love the lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;好眼泪坏眼泪   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我曾 认真 深爱著一个人 他给我幸福的可能&lt;br /&gt;我等 我问 未来何时发生 他只是给我一个吻&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;快乐 我哭 是因为你的手 曾答应带我向前走&lt;br /&gt;难过 我哭 是因为我的手 找不到你说的以后&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好眼泪 坏眼泪 我都曾为你流 感动和悲伤都是理由&lt;br /&gt;只不过 在你不再爱我了以后 剩坏的眼泪慢慢流&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;快乐 我哭 是因为我付出 得到你温柔的答覆&lt;br /&gt;难过 我哭 是因为我任性 你的心永远留不住&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好眼泪 坏眼泪 我都曾为你流 感动和悲伤都是理由&lt;br /&gt;只希望 在我不再想你了之后 有好的眼泪慢慢流&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好眼泪 坏眼泪 我都曾为你流 感动和悲伤都是理由&lt;br /&gt;只希望 在我不再想你了之后 有好的眼泪慢慢流&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有好的笑容陪著我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finished with harrypotter.&lt;br /&gt;not sure i liked it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abit like.. watching lotr return of the king..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too many people died.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846206-8457159549260985052?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/8457159549260985052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=8457159549260985052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/8457159549260985052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/8457159549260985052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2007/07/df-introduced-this-to-me-hahah-love.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-7964037645110792827</id><published>2007-07-20T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T22:41:20.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Grace Kelly" by MIKA!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have to talk to you."&lt;br /&gt;"The last time we talked, Mr. Smith, you reduced me to tears. I promise you it want happened again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I attract you?&lt;br /&gt;Do I repulse you with my queasy smile?&lt;br /&gt;Am I too dirty?&lt;br /&gt;Am I too flirty?&lt;br /&gt;Do I like what you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be wholesome&lt;br /&gt;I could be loathsome&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm a little bit shy&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you like me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Why don't you like me without making me try?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to be like Grace Kelly&lt;br /&gt;But all her looks were too sad&lt;br /&gt;So I try a little Freddie&lt;br /&gt;Ive gone identity mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be brown&lt;br /&gt;I could be blue&lt;br /&gt;I could be violet sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I could be hurtful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I could be purple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be anything you like&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be green&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be mean&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be everything more&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you like me?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you like me?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you walk out the door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I help it&lt;br /&gt;How can I help it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; How can I help what you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello my baby&lt;br /&gt;Hello my baby&lt;br /&gt;Putting my life on the brink&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you like me&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you like me&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you like yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Should I bend over?&lt;br /&gt;Should I look older just to be put on your shelf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to be like Grace Kelly&lt;br /&gt;But all her looks were too sad&lt;br /&gt;So I try a little Freddie&lt;br /&gt;Ive gone identity mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be brown&lt;br /&gt;I could be blue&lt;br /&gt;I could be violet sky&lt;br /&gt;I could be hurtful&lt;br /&gt;I could be purple&lt;br /&gt;I could be anything you like&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be green&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be mean&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be everything more&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you like me?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you like me?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you walk out the door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say what you want to satisfy yourself&lt;br /&gt;But you only want what everybody else says you should want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be brown&lt;br /&gt;I could be blue&lt;br /&gt;I could be violet sky&lt;br /&gt;I could be hurtful&lt;br /&gt;I could be purple&lt;br /&gt;I could be anything you like&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be green&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be mean&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be everything more&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you like me?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you like me?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you walk out the door!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant help blogging. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im irritated with the electron cloud!!! &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aah this sucks. i dont get it. why must it be our phones?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lala i feel like puking.&lt;br /&gt;blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard about some sad news about the senior class.. ahwells.. haiz. nothing really lasts forever, does it. how... depressingly annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the senior class is cool. they're alot more... together than us i think. our class is like...&lt;br /&gt;i dunno. weirdly cliquish. it's changed alot from the start of the year.&lt;br /&gt;not sure i like it anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people change.&lt;br /&gt;blah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846206-7964037645110792827?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/7964037645110792827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;turn and face the strain, ch-ch-changes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but i can't trace time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;davidbowie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to sleep early.&lt;br /&gt;but it's abit too late to be sleeping early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i changed my layout.&lt;br /&gt;i used this really long ago. but i like the feeling. of using something... old. familarity. i think im a sucker for familarity. i detest changes. but anyways, yeahh, i like this feeling of using... something i've used before. feels safer that way? maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and besides, switchfoot is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gone, like frank sinatra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nothing lasts in this life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to go. like really soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im closing the other blog down. which is a good thing i guess. it was never meant to be... open. like, originally started blogging back at the jaywalk blog cos i wanted to keep in touch. like, share experiences. so we wouldnt talk about stupid things like the weather when we met. but... it's okay now i guess. not a prob. i think there's over-sharing. i think if people have to hear me whine one more time they might just fucking kill me. i wished they did.&lt;br /&gt;ok i should stop talking like that.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, yup. i dunno somehow... some stupid ego and self-centred thing make me keep that blog alive, and then it became the blogdrive one. then it became the dirtyhands one. like... blahh.&lt;br /&gt;and i wasnt even supposed to have a tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;aiyah whatever. im closing that down.&lt;br /&gt;everything's lost its meaning anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not ready.&lt;br /&gt;not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;not ready for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;but tomorrow's coming 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title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-1255784521800277786</id><published>2007-07-19T18:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T00:29:19.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;"Valentine's Day" by Linkin Park&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My insides all turned to ash, so slow&lt;br /&gt;And blew away as I collapsed, so cold&lt;br /&gt;A black wind took them away, from sight&lt;br /&gt;And held the darkness over day, that night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the clouds above move closer&lt;br /&gt;Looking so dissatisfied&lt;br /&gt;But the heartless wind kept blowing, blowing&lt;br /&gt;I used to be my own protection, but not now&lt;br /&gt;Cause my path had lost direction, somehow&lt;br /&gt;A black wind took you away, from sight&lt;br /&gt;And held the darkness over day, that night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the clouds above move closer&lt;br /&gt;Looking so dissatisfied&lt;br /&gt;And the ground below grew colder&lt;br /&gt;As they put you down inside&lt;br /&gt;But the heartless wind kept blowing, blowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;So now you're gone, and I was wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I never knew what it was like, to be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a Valentine's Day, on a Valentine's Day&lt;br /&gt;On a Valentine's Day, on a Valentine's Day&lt;br /&gt;On a Valentine's Day, on a Valentine's Day&lt;br /&gt;(I used to be my own protection, but not now)&lt;br /&gt;On a Valentine's Day, on a Valentine's Day&lt;br /&gt;(Cause my mind has lost direction, somehow)&lt;br /&gt;On a Valentine's Day, on a Valentine's Day&lt;br /&gt;(I used to be my own protection, but not now)&lt;br /&gt;On a Valentine's Day, on a Valentine's Day&lt;br /&gt;(Cause my mind has lost direction, somehow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846206-1255784521800277786?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/1255784521800277786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=1255784521800277786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/1255784521800277786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/1255784521800277786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2007/07/valentines-day-by-linkin-park-my.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-52979467861222257</id><published>2007-07-19T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T18:43:18.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tell me what do you do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; when it all falls apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you xw :) for smsing me the other day. ahah.. and i miss you so damn much :/ i cant wait for end of july to come..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Who doesn't long for someone to hold&lt;br /&gt;Who knows how to love you without being told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bsb rocks. because there's a song that goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i just want you to know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that i've been fighting to let you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some days i make it through,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then there's nights that never end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday night sucked. my insomnia came back again :/ i dont want anymore of yesterday nights. i want happy nights. where i sleep early. and i look forward to the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres something bad about lying to yourself. cos theres always the chance that your lies just... collapse on you. and reality crashes. and it hits you right in the face or whatever and it hurts like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know. what to think actually.&lt;br /&gt;i wished i didnt think actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. im irritated with myself :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was talking to yj today.. about... self-reliance? yeah sort of. like how everything... you have to handle it yourself. you handle your own problems. you take your own shit. you make yourself happy.&lt;br /&gt;it's good i guess. cos then you're not dependent on others for being happy.&lt;br /&gt;but what happens when you get tired? of this stupid burden. of taking your own shit. what happens when you feel so so sick and tired of making yourself happy?&lt;br /&gt;you have to be strong. but what happens when you feel weak?&lt;br /&gt;what happens?&lt;br /&gt;i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i bleed it out just to throw it away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i lose my patience.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i didnt.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i get tired of MHL and i just wanna sulk in a corner and fade away.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i hate being so thickskinned and butting in.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i didnt. have to butt in. have to be the odd number.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just want to hide somewhere and not come out, even though the toilet stinks like mad :/&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel very bad. like.. they're trying. they're making an effort. why cant you? why cant you? why cant you snap out of... whatever world youre stoning in?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i dont feel like stoning.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel like jumping around and hugging everyone and going high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im talking nonsense now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told my mum my blocktests results yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel resentful. like it's her fault that i cant meet up to standards because her expectatons are wayy too freaking high.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel guilty for being resentful. because.. come to think of it... what's wrong with high expectations? why settle for a B when you could have gotten an A? you need that A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i wish we all could win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i wish we all could make our mothers proud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im tired.&lt;br /&gt;i want to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846206-52979467861222257?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/52979467861222257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=52979467861222257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/52979467861222257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/52979467861222257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2007/07/tell-me-what-do-you-do-when-it-all.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-7578241771824087764</id><published>2007-07-14T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T22:35:18.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one, is the loneliest number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what it's like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;home alone alot recently.&lt;br /&gt;it's supposed to be nice, and in a way, i guess it is. because i've always liked to be alone, like me myself and i time. it's nice not to have expectations or whatsnot. it's less stressful that way i guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in a way, it gives you alot alot alot of space to think.&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes thinking is not good. especially when you have a freaking stubborn head like cara. you shoudnt think so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just occured to me, how freaking alone i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like... just one. person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad's never home. my mom's working now so shes barely home. i have no siblings. my cousin is preoccupied with her bf. like...&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder what's it like. to come home from school. and tell someone, hey i've had a really rotten day today. let's have some fun.&lt;br /&gt;or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;wonder what it is like to tell someone, hey im stuck with this problem. can you help me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, ive been alone for so long. like... seventeen years.? probably less than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wonder, why is it i could make it then and im finding it so hard now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does everything i used to have seem so far away now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like somehow.. everything changed. and im trying hard to fit back into my old life but i cant. like...&lt;br /&gt;some weird organ transplant thingy. like you want your old kidney back but your body keeps rejecting it or something?&lt;br /&gt;ok lousy analogy but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so so damn hard to stay positive. i've been trying to. really, i have.&lt;br /&gt;i've been trying so hard not to wallow, not to think, to... just be contented.&lt;br /&gt;but im fast losing the short-lived epiphany i'd experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;live through this and you won't look back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what to do with me anymore ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846206-7578241771824087764?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/7578241771824087764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=7578241771824087764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/7578241771824087764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/7578241771824087764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2007/07/one-is-loneliest-number.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-7747876531822454424</id><published>2007-07-13T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T17:22:48.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahh didnt like the last post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahwhatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wanted to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're a sweetkid.&lt;br /&gt;but you're also an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and right now, you seem more of an asshole so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be happy and enlightened :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846206-7747876531822454424?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/7747876531822454424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=7747876531822454424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/7747876531822454424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/7747876531822454424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2007/07/ahh-didnt-like-last-post.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-9118217825894674790</id><published>2007-07-12T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T23:29:23.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO XUEWEN :D&lt;br /&gt;im updating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i was told that im a sinner because i dont believe in &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; God.&lt;br /&gt;i can't help but think that it's a wrong decision to go but.. ahwells. cant cry over spilt milk, even though i would very much like to.&lt;br /&gt;but the whole session thing just made me... think alot. and i got really confused. and scared.&lt;br /&gt;and it was like.. during the sharing session everyone was talking, and when it came to my turn it was just... stuck there. like what am i supposed to say? like "uhmm hey guys the sin you were talking about? i am a sinner." then i'll probably sit there for the rest of the time with people shooting me weird looks or something.&lt;br /&gt;am i ashamed?&lt;br /&gt;no i'm not. and dont think you can make me either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told this lady before i left. that i had thought about it before. i've had the opportunity to make the choice and i've chosen it. and like they were discussing about today, we do have the freedom. so i guess you guys have the freedom to believe in &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; god. and so do i. my buddha.&lt;br /&gt;and i had this sudden urge to.. get closer to my religion.&lt;br /&gt;i'll get happier definitely :) but i'll have to give up some things.. which i dont think im ready to yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahh ahwells.&lt;br /&gt;but the whole thing was beneficial lah. as in.. i learnt some stuff. and it was definitely meaningful. and less pressing as... other experiences i've had. so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realised that different churches/ groups have different opinions and ways of handling things so i guess yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont really like to talk about these things cos i dont really want to offend people so umm i'll shut up about it now. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah,&lt;br /&gt;on another note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel this... horrible sense of dread which i cant make out if it's just plain paranoia or some weird instinct or just.. deduction or... just... the truth.&lt;br /&gt;but yeah this prickly feeling... like theres a knife thats going to stab right at you. really soon. but.&lt;br /&gt;you are my friend.&lt;br /&gt;you are supposed to be my friend.&lt;br /&gt;but i dont trust you.&lt;br /&gt;because i feel as though you are going to backstab me real soon. like... stab right in the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how painful will that be.&lt;br /&gt;ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wished you werent such a hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;in fact, i wished both of you would mean what you said for once, so i dont have to keep second guessing or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;i wished when you people say "i love you" or "i miss you" you really mean it and you dont say it because it sounds nice or it makes you sound good or it's just a bimbotic/ in thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you make me so..&lt;br /&gt;disgusted and scared of you that i feel like running away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;run away with my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;run away with my love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note: disclaimer. im not talking about you xw! ahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think it sucks when you cant trust anyone.&lt;br /&gt;but yeah i dont think i do.&lt;br /&gt;i cant. get myself to trust someone completely.&lt;br /&gt;which is a good thing i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;like i was thinking and thinking and the only friend whom i can say i somehow trust... to say what i feel/ not to do anything horrible to me/ backstab me.. is like. one person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wouldnt it be nice..&lt;br /&gt;if someone could tell me "everything will be allright" and i'll believe her/him&lt;br /&gt;because i know he/she is someone i can count on&lt;br /&gt;and i trust that person?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846206-9118217825894674790?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/9118217825894674790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=9118217825894674790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/9118217825894674790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/9118217825894674790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2007/07/hello-xuewen-d-im-updating-hahah-well.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-5495858738857202488</id><published>2007-07-08T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T18:13:42.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i disconnect my heart, my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm ready to fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm ready so don't call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm ready.&lt;br /&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/8846206-5495858738857202488?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/5495858738857202488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=5495858738857202488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/5495858738857202488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/5495858738857202488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-disconnect-my-heart-my-head-im-ready.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-928246528457762145</id><published>2007-07-03T00:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T00:12:09.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you xuewen :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and while im at it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you to my idol and ralph :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although youall dont read this.&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah this is so weird&lt;br /&gt;but i suddenly feel very :) and loved.&lt;br /&gt;and i realise that i have alot alot of nice friends who care alot for me.&lt;br /&gt;yeahh so there is absolutely no reason why i should be so... hung up over just...&lt;br /&gt;two people who dont care.?&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aahh im really touched :D hahah and im getting all soppy and mushy but yeahh...&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yj just msged me to ask if i was awake, then when i replied i was, she smsed this:&lt;br /&gt;"Hor! I knew it! U! Go sleep u stubborn ass. U'l fall aslp durin lessns tmr n u'l haf lotsa pimples due to your weird sleepin time!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah okay!&lt;br /&gt;cara will sleep early! and she wont pon sch! and she'll be a strong girl and settle everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUFFAHH :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846206-928246528457762145?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/928246528457762145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=928246528457762145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/928246528457762145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/928246528457762145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2007/07/hahah-thank-you-xuewen-d-3-and-while-im.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-6306369327552511979</id><published>2007-07-02T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T23:50:26.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ten weeks you shaped it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one night you murdered it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn im blogging all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like writing.&lt;br /&gt;random words and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;i think it's an ego thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; She cut herself on a piece of paper&lt;br /&gt;It didn't hurt, but she saw the blood&lt;br /&gt;She could need that embrace, you weren't there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; You weren't there, distant, far away&lt;br /&gt;It's like this every day, they see you in their heads&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if you'll come&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to close their eyes, and miss you once again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was such a pointless phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was.. interesting. coincidences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phone call. puts down the phone. hmv starts playing Against All Odds.&lt;br /&gt;wah.&lt;br /&gt;like some korean drama serial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder why you do the things you do.&lt;br /&gt;do you do it on purpose?&lt;br /&gt;can you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should learn to be more two-faced.&lt;br /&gt;like wahah im pissed mann. but i'll still smile right into your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;what i should do actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if you dont have the answer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why you still standing here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just walk away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do i do?&lt;br /&gt;hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;here i go, dirtyhands i dont give a damn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i flick a finger to the world below&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyah. sch tmr.&lt;br /&gt;fuck man.&lt;br /&gt;i want to PON.&lt;br /&gt;can i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day. i'll . hahah. wouldnt it be nice? like no sch.&lt;br /&gt;for three fucking months.&lt;br /&gt;and you get to enjoy the world of me myselfand i, take super long busrides to nowhere in particular.&lt;br /&gt;nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846206-6306369327552511979?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/6306369327552511979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=6306369327552511979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/6306369327552511979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/6306369327552511979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2007/07/ten-weeks-you-shaped-it-one-night-you.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-8222440200130744478</id><published>2007-07-01T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T23:08:33.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh look what you've done,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you've made a fool of everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't people say what they mean,&lt;br /&gt;or at least mean what they say.&lt;br /&gt;if you're not going to mean it, why say it?&lt;br /&gt;why lie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;liar&lt;/span&gt;, if we're keeping score&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we're all choir boys at best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;intrusive and arrogant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you're supposed to be my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for so many months, i struggled to remember why i didnt used to like you.&lt;br /&gt;why i didnt used to trust you.&lt;br /&gt;why i used to scream f words at you all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i cant keep myself from getting annoyed. which sucks.&lt;br /&gt;because you're supposed to be my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wished i hadn't let my guard down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i cant stop thinking about how.. damnnit i used to know. i used to be careful.&lt;br /&gt;then somewhere along the lines i started believing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;br /&gt;look what i've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what if i fell to the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;couldnt take this anymore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm just going to keep smiling while you stab at my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go on, maybe then i wont feel anything anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if i go crazy then will you still call me superman?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wished i wasnt so annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wished nothing had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;"A Place For My Head" by Linkin Park&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch how the&lt;br /&gt;Moon sits in the sky / in the dark night&lt;br /&gt;Shining with the light from the sun&lt;br /&gt;The sun doesn't give / light to the moon assuming&lt;br /&gt;The moon’s going to owe it one&lt;br /&gt;It makes me think of how you act to me / You do&lt;br /&gt;Favors and then rapidly / You just&lt;br /&gt;Turn around and start asking me / about&lt;br /&gt;Things that you want back from me&lt;br /&gt;I’m sick of the tension / sick of the hunger&lt;br /&gt;Sick of you acting like I owe you this&lt;br /&gt;Find another place / to feed your greed -&lt;br /&gt;While I find a place to rest&lt;br /&gt;I want to be in another place&lt;br /&gt;I hate when you say you don’t understand&lt;br /&gt;(You’ll see it's not meant to be)&lt;br /&gt;I want to be in the energy, not with the enemy&lt;br /&gt;A place for my head&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someday I’ll be just like you / and&lt;br /&gt;Step on people like you do and / Run&lt;br /&gt;Away the people I thought I knew&lt;br /&gt;I remember back then who you were&lt;br /&gt;You used to be calm / used to be strong&lt;br /&gt;Used to be generous / but you should’ve known / That you’d&lt;br /&gt;Wear out your welcome / now you see&lt;br /&gt;How quiet it is / all alone / I’m so&lt;br /&gt;Sick of the tension / sick of the hunger&lt;br /&gt;Sick of you acting like I owe you this&lt;br /&gt;Find another place / to feed your greed -&lt;br /&gt;While / I find a place to rest / I’m so&lt;br /&gt;Sick of the tension / sick of the hunger&lt;br /&gt;Sick of you acting like I owe you this&lt;br /&gt;Find another place / to feed your greed -&lt;br /&gt;While / I find a place to rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt; You try to take the best of me&lt;br /&gt;go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i watch the walls around me crumble,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but it's not like i won't build them up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cara is childish ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cos i'm a loser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and sooner or later you'll know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'll be dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846206-8222440200130744478?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/8222440200130744478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=8222440200130744478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/8222440200130744478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/8222440200130744478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2007/07/oh-look-what-youve-done-youve-made-fool.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-1443002911575836872</id><published>2007-07-01T11:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T11:15:21.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"The Kill" by 30 Seconds To Mars&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I wanted to break&lt;br /&gt;Laugh it all off in your face&lt;br /&gt;What would you do? (Oh, oh)&lt;br /&gt;What if I fell to the floor&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't take all this anymore&lt;br /&gt;What would you do, do, do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come break me down&lt;br /&gt;Bury me, bury me&lt;br /&gt;I am finished with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I wanted to fight&lt;br /&gt;Beg for the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;You say you wanted more&lt;br /&gt;What are you waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not running from you (from you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come break me down&lt;br /&gt;Bury me, bury me&lt;br /&gt;I am finished with you&lt;br /&gt;Look in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;You're killing me, killing me&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted was you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to be someone else&lt;br /&gt;But nothing seemed to change&lt;br /&gt;I know now, this is who I really am inside.&lt;br /&gt;Finally found myself&lt;br /&gt;Fighting for a chance.&lt;br /&gt;I know now, this is who I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, ah&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;Ah, ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come break me down&lt;br /&gt;Bury me, bury me&lt;br /&gt;I am finished with you, you, you.&lt;br /&gt;Look in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;You're killing me, killing me&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted was you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come break me down (bury me, bury me)&lt;br /&gt;Break me down (bury me, bury me)&lt;br /&gt;Break me down (bury me, bury me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You say you wanted more)&lt;br /&gt;What if I wanted to break...?&lt;br /&gt;(What are you waiting for?)&lt;br /&gt;Bury me, bury me&lt;br /&gt;(I'm not running from you)&lt;br /&gt;What if I&lt;br /&gt;What if I&lt;br /&gt;What if I&lt;br /&gt;What if I&lt;br /&gt;Bury me, bury me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiayou?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything's gonna be alright.&lt;br /&gt;be strong believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846206.post-6610345296515721274</id><published>2007-06-29T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T23:12:23.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;My heart is broke&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I have some glue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Help me inhale&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And mend it with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll float around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And hang out on clouds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then we'll come down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And have a hangover&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dumb by nirvana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need nirvana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846206.post-1245045233819333372</id><published>2007-06-29T09:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T09:51:33.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;“The Good Kind” by The Wreckers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Do you want to run away together&lt;br /&gt;I would say it was your best line ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Too bad I fell for it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I walked alone&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you to come along&lt;br /&gt;Take my tortured heart by the hand&lt;br /&gt;And write me off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know I cry&lt;br /&gt;Do you know I die&lt;br /&gt;Do you know I cry&lt;br /&gt;And it’s not the good kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;You forced me to become strong&lt;br /&gt;When I just craved being weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And you think you know&lt;br /&gt;And I would like to think so&lt;br /&gt;But do you know that when you go&lt;br /&gt;I fall apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I’m tired of hiding&lt;br /&gt;Behind these lying eyes&lt;br /&gt;I’m tired of this smile&lt;br /&gt;That even I don’t recognize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Chorus 3x]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Do you know I cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846206-1245045233819333372?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/1245045233819333372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=1245045233819333372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/1245045233819333372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/1245045233819333372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2007/06/good-kind-by-wreckers-do-you-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-6054141004794068930</id><published>2007-06-29T01:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T01:14:44.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stop stealing my goodcharlotte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;that's selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but holdon is ruined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's all i had ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846206-6054141004794068930?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/6054141004794068930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;span class="std_font"&gt;Today I screwed up again,&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't paying attention, I walked into the wall again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt;So I'm feeling like I'm not fitting in,&lt;br /&gt;I know that I'm not fitting in with you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I get the point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;today was fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd wanted to blog some happy entry in my other blog about how wonderful it is that blocks are over that we dont have to study more and that we can slack.&lt;br /&gt;then i realised that i have been slacking anyways. even with the blocks so whats the point.&lt;br /&gt;nothing to feel liberated about.&lt;br /&gt;nothing to feel happy about.&lt;br /&gt;and i dont even give a fuck that i screwed up all my papers.&lt;br /&gt;just doing.. and it's like fuck i give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.7 is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lost somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and windows live is too lazy to get her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i shall just live in my make-believe world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and heck the real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blocks are over. we dont have to go to sch till monday.&lt;br /&gt;yay me myself and i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lied today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such a big lie and i dont know why i lied too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jealousy is a ugly thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so is hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how fucked up are you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay. i like blogging here.&lt;br /&gt;cos i can swear all i like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuckfuckfuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quit swearing bitch.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt;god im so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/3728676318963804267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=3728676318963804267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/3728676318963804267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/3728676318963804267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2007/06/eeyer-why-am-i-back-again-to-blog-haiz.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-3273028030598601046</id><published>2007-06-27T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T19:59:23.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im back. again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your days, you say they're way too cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and the nights, you can't sleep at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;four weeks of holidays. and i almost forgot how much school sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which probably explains why it's sucking more than usual lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate school.&lt;br /&gt;i want to PONN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after blocks.&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/8846206-3273028030598601046?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/3273028030598601046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=3273028030598601046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/3273028030598601046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/3273028030598601046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-7054045813777275994</id><published>2007-06-27T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T00:47:48.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>very weirdly enough i'm blogging here again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this shall be my SECRET  blog, where i can spill all my juicy secrets and NOBODY will read it. yayy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im being abit high now because i just read our FUNKIFIED blog and aahh all the nice memories :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahwells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sweet beginnings, and bitter endings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in coffee city, we borrowed heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dont tell me you have to go....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the heat of summer sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i miss you like nobody else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the heat of summer sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'll kiss you, and nobody needs to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;unbreak my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;say you'll love me again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighh what do you do what you are depressed? and you dont want to be some emofreak?&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;im falling down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;try and stop me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feels so good, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to hit the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPLAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouch.&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/8846206-7054045813777275994?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/7054045813777275994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=7054045813777275994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/7054045813777275994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/7054045813777275994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2007/06/very-weirdly-enough-im-blogging-here.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-116281171383186149</id><published>2006-11-06T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T19:15:13.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grab it, rabbit, run.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;what the hell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to look for blogskins and blog while my crackhead computer keeps going on and offline. damn. why do all my computers screw up? first some shitty restarty one. and now this horrible one that goes offline whenever it feels like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it's the work of some higher power [hallelujah music plays] whose trying to get me to study instead of blog. but what the hell. i want to blog so stop making me waste my time and hurry load you asshead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aargggh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no, i didnt wait so friggin long to sign in to blog about how friggin long i have to wait for my computer to load stuff. came here to blog about.. um..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i have no idea why im blogging. when nobody knows about this blog. or at least dont know that im blogging in it again. ah whatever lah.&lt;br /&gt;but it's nice to read old blogs because you kinda relive whatever it was that you felt at that time? and feel stupid too. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, it's like, SS IS OVER! yay.&lt;br /&gt;it was quite sad. after spending so much time looking for examples and trying to memorise and freaking out for Sustaining Economic Development, it DIDNT COME OUT.&lt;br /&gt;damn. all that came out was merger, northern ireland and education. abish.&lt;br /&gt;ah wells. at least merger came out. everyone was hoping that merger would come out..&lt;br /&gt;see the whole combined prayer thing works!&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think everyone's just waiting for the olevels to be over. like waiting and waiting. and taking each day of mugging as it comes. it kinda feels less painful now actually. like, youre getting numb to it and all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i've become so numb, i can't feel you there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i finished playing one case of my csi game! haha i told xuewen i wouldnt start till after the olevels but it was just too good to resist. but anyway, yay! feel quite accomplished cos i nearly died playing it. spent so long looking for all the evidence before i realised that i could just drag the damn thing to greg to compare. abish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's sevenpm now! goong. which is this weird princess hours show that everybody seems to obsess over. but the episode i watched on friday totally turned me off. it was so bloody sloww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly, everyone signs off on msn. haha. really. it's like, whoa this whole chunk of people went missing. either theres a whole bunch of people who hates me and is blocking me. or they've all gone to watch goong. or maybe they're just eating dinner lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly. doesnt anyone make nice blogskins nowadays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. im officially irritated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846206-116281171383186149?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/116281171383186149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=116281171383186149' title='0 Comments'/><link 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updating and reviving this old old blog. which i havent used in, only about a year's time actually.&lt;br /&gt;but a year's long enough time for some things to change, and boy have they changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha but anyway, i decided that i got sick of myself and i shall go back to what i used to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like exclamation marks!! all over!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and horrible spelling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's abit weird to revive my old blog halfway during the exams also actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im weird lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, i finally found out the title of the song that i like, it's called Captain funkycurls! i think. it's by THE GREAT SPY EXPERIMENT which i instantly like after listening to their song and visiting their myspace thing because they are influenced by THE KILLERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[go watch the killers' bones vid btw. directed by timburton]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay the wonders of myspace.&lt;br /&gt;and i like rivermaya too! :)&lt;br /&gt;haha and evelyn says that peterpan's songs are nice but i probably dont understand them cos they're in indonesian language. but they're from bandung! haha. i think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846206-116248425624159194?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/116248425624159194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=116248425624159194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/116248425624159194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/116248425624159194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2006/11/captain-funkycurls_03.html' title='captain funkycurls!'/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-110761737766266382</id><published>2005-02-05T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T23:29:37.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[[music playing: soldier by destiny's child]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there she goes&lt;br /&gt;there she goes again&lt;br /&gt;racing through my brain&lt;br /&gt;and i just can't contain&lt;br /&gt;this feeling that remains&lt;br /&gt;there she blows&lt;br /&gt;there she blows again&lt;br /&gt;pulsing through my vein&lt;br /&gt;and i just can't contain&lt;br /&gt;this feeling that remains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there she goes&lt;br /&gt;there she goes again&lt;br /&gt;racing through my brain&lt;br /&gt;and i just can't contain&lt;br /&gt;this feeling that remains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there she goes&lt;br /&gt;there she goes again&lt;br /&gt;she calls my name&lt;br /&gt;she pulls my train&lt;br /&gt;no one else could heal my pain&lt;br /&gt;and i just can't contain&lt;br /&gt;this feeling that remains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there she goes&lt;br /&gt;there she goes again&lt;br /&gt;chasing down my lane&lt;br /&gt;and i just can't contain&lt;br /&gt;this feeling that remains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;there she goes&lt;/b&gt; by sixpence none the richer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;I CUT MY HAIR!!!&lt;/font&gt; haha, yes i know. i keep cutting my hair. like i just cut it during the dec hols and you prob didnt realised cuz it wasnt much of a diff. but anyway, yes. i cut it and it's gross now. my ponytail looks like a stick sticking out. seriously. the hairdresser made my hair so flat and gross. it looks rebonded. flat and straight. like the hair's stuck on my head or im balding or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I HATE MY HAIR&lt;/B&gt; !!!&lt;br /&gt;don't laugh at me when you see my hair on monday.&lt;br /&gt;i think i shant go to school. i shall be living with my head in a huge paperbag for the next couple of months until my hair grows longer and thicker before i appear in public.&lt;br /&gt;and chinese new year is around the corner. -faints-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met gloria after my haircut yesterday. ): my mom was dragging me to say hi. so malu. like me and my gross hair and gloriacheng had to be there to see it before i could hide myself in a paperbag. urgh ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LURVE MY BABY COUSIN!! i think hes super cute (: he was singing  the spiderman song,which went: "spiderman spiderman, i can see your underwear" . it's to the tune of that spiderman song that the underground basking [?] woman was singing in spiderman II. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LURVE MY COUSIN'S BABY TOO!! as in her dog. named baby. i think the name's too common. she should have been called Donut :D i think Baby's super cute too (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is very random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're starting to think about talentime now. haha. like, eleven months earlier. i came up with a drama idea which grace, like always, dismissed it as sucky. she always does that to my ideas. that's why i told xuewen to tell grace that it was gloria's idea. but xuewen forgot. ): and grace has an idea. but she refuses to tell us. &lt;br /&gt;xuewen came up with an idea for song. and she kept insisting on using Summer Nights which sucks because it's one of my fav 2sy memory and i wasnt going to let anyone ruin it. not saying that we will ruin it but still.. i dont think it will work. but then again, i'm only one person out of eight people in my level. so i cant help it if xuewen and gloria and graceteh keeps insisting on wanting the idea and me thinking that it's totally VERY BAD and they end up using summer nights because who gives a hoot about what i think right. &lt;br /&gt;but anyway, xuewen came up with this song. i thought the song's nice. well, i havent actually heard it. the cd's with gloria.&lt;br /&gt;and xuewen's obsessed with everything retro. shes like, lets do a retro song. lets do a retro song for dance. lets do a retro drama. well, she didnt exactly say that. like, retro drama? like we have gloria as john travolta and grace teh as olivia newton-john and they'll be singing and dancing. &lt;br /&gt;ewww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're supposed to be watching Ghost right now. but i don't feel like it. i borrowed Code Name Cassandra. (: not very nice. actually, i dont really like the MISSING series. i prefer.. i dunno? i dont like princess diaries. haunted is okay lar.. yeah. wanted to find the great gatsby but i couldnt find. and i borrowed Hannibal (: it's not very nice. but i have a crush on hannibal lector. haha. okay im mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for alias. michael just found out that lauren was evil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charmed ended. CHRIS DIED. yep. pity. no more drew fuller to oogle at. hope hes going to appear often in the next season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres so many tests coming up. chem. bio. ting xie. blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;and for the lit trip, like no one in my class is going. great huh. im the only one. ): shonda's going back to canada. lucky her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont really know why i'm updating when theres really nothing worth writing about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846206-110761737766266382?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/110761737766266382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=110761737766266382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110761737766266382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110761737766266382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2005/02/music-playing-soldier-by-destinys.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-110735502577010042</id><published>2005-02-02T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T22:37:29.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we &lt;a href="http://funkified-.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MOVED&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/A&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846206-110735502577010042?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/110735502577010042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=110735502577010042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110735502577010042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110735502577010042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2005/02/we-moved.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-110718343468662209</id><published>2005-01-31T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T23:05:17.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>doodleboard is down ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Un-break my heart&lt;br /&gt;Say you'll love me again&lt;br /&gt;Undo this hurt you caused&lt;br /&gt;When you walked out the door&lt;br /&gt;And walked outta my life&lt;br /&gt;Un-cry these tears&lt;br /&gt;I cried so many nights&lt;br /&gt;un-break my heart&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;i miss you, miss you so bad..&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some don't even care, do they? i hate them.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&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/8846206-110718343468662209?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/110718343468662209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=110718343468662209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110718343468662209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110718343468662209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2005/01/doodleboard-is-down-un-break-my-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-110675245460936823</id><published>2005-01-26T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T23:14:14.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can't stand to fly&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that naive&lt;br /&gt;I'm just out to find&lt;br /&gt;The better part of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm more than a bird...i'm more than a plane&lt;br /&gt;More than some pretty face beside a train&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy to be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish that i could cry&lt;br /&gt;Fall upon my knees&lt;br /&gt;Find a way to lie&lt;br /&gt;About a home i'll never see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may sound absurd...but don't be naive&lt;br /&gt;Even heroes have the right to bleed&lt;br /&gt;I may be disturbed...but won't you concede&lt;br /&gt;Even heroes have the right to dream&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy to be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up, up and away...away from me&lt;br /&gt;It's all right...you can all sleep sound tonight&lt;br /&gt;I'm not crazy...or anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand to fly&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that naive&lt;br /&gt;Men weren't meant to ride&lt;br /&gt;With clouds between their knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only a man in a silly red sheet&lt;br /&gt;Digging for kryptonite on this one way street&lt;br /&gt;Only a man in a funny red sheet&lt;br /&gt;Looking for special things inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Inside me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, inside me&lt;br /&gt;Inside of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only a man&lt;br /&gt;In a funny red sheet&lt;br /&gt;I'm only a man&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only a man&lt;br /&gt;In a funny red sheet&lt;br /&gt;And its not easy, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Its not easy to be me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;superman (it's not easy)&lt;/b&gt; by five for fighting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, this song brings back memories...&lt;br /&gt;realised i havent updated for a long time. haha.. i mean, really update. like a nice long entry. the nice long entry i had was like, last last saturday, after flag day. haha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BRAND NEW SEASON OF CSI RETURNING ON AXN, 16 FEB!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;i hope i've got the date right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, read &lt;font color="#f9966"&gt;Every Boy's Got ONe&lt;/font&gt; by meg cabot. graceteh lend it to me. i dont like it. it increases my erm, anti-american sentiments. yup. and the story is so cliche. like boy meets girl. girl doesnt like boy, boy doesnt like girl. suddenly, they fall in love and have sex [actually they dont really fall in love. they probably just feel sexually attracted to each other or something]. yuck. and the characters are losers.&lt;br /&gt;read &lt;font color="#ff9966"&gt; wuthering heights&lt;/font&gt;. (: i dont like the characters. only person i like is mrs deans. hate healthcliff. cath is a +toot+ linton jr is a wimp. read &lt;font color="#ff9966"&gt;silence of the lambs&lt;/font&gt;. yes, i've been reading a lot and neglecting my homework!! like, i keep studying for tests last minute cuz i'll spend the whole time reading. anyway, silence of the lambs is nice!! (: i think hannibal lector is sexy. haha. in a way. but i probably wont find him sexy if i end up in his cooking pot.. and i think it'll be really cool to be him. like hes super smart. minus the cannibal part [gross] and the fact that hes locked up in an asylum. well, not anymore, since he escaped thanks to the stupidity of CHILTON, the losery director of the asylum. hah! TAKE THAT YOU SUCKER! i hate him. well anyway, lector is nicer to clarice than to will. like, in red dragon, he was super mean. he asked francis dolarhyde aka red dragon aka the psycho to attack will. but hes nicer to clarice starling in this story. like, he help her and is like.. i dunno.. hes nicer to her lar. i want to watch silence of the lambs! does anyone have the vcd??!!!  &lt;br /&gt;and xuewen's never heard of silence of the lambs. or seventh heaven. SHE DOESNT HAVE A LIFE. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and &lt;font color="ff9966"&gt;thankew to sin wen ma'am!!&lt;/font&gt; -beams- haha.. she gave me a doggie!! (: i took the female one. the one with the weird-looking red ribbon on its head. haha. gloria's got the male one. she wanted the blue. [i know what you're thinking, you dirty fellows out there. haha. the pot calling the kettle black. nevermind. you dont know the joke.] anyway, thanks to xuewen, our doggies have stupid names. mine's called &lt;font color="#ff9966"&gt;PARSLEY&lt;/font&gt; and gloria's called &lt;font color="#ff9966"&gt;PASTA&lt;/font&gt;. it was during chinese period, before recess, so understandably, we were all thinking of food. but parsley?? hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;you make me wanna lala&lt;/i&gt;.. i dont know why, but this song is stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and christie is forever having those mags... you know those "gossip rags" like the paparazzi thingy? yeahs. and it's always brad pitt and jennifer anniston on the cover. haha.. was reading her mags during the free periods today. there were good charlottte!!!! WHEEEEEEEEEEEE. dont understand why no one else thinks joel is hott. minus the hilary duff part. and IF YOU EVER DARE MARRY HILARY DUFF, JOEL. I AM GOING TO.. err... THROW ALL YOUR CDS DOWN THE DRAIN!! hrrrmph. maybe i shouldnt. urgh. forget it. -looks pissed-&lt;br /&gt;oh anyway, what christie said was so totally true. BRAD PITT DOESNT SUIT ANGELINA JOLIE!!&lt;br /&gt;like..&lt;br /&gt;brad and angelina.&lt;br /&gt;so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff9966"&gt;brad and jen&lt;/font&gt;. isnt that much nicer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you watch charmed today? leo had porcupine head. HAHAHAHAH. and chris' hairstyle was gross. dont understand why in tv, its like, if you're bad means you have bad hair. cornny.&lt;br /&gt;and i think baby wyatt is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in alias, lauren killed her father!!! $%%#%@$@^@$%!!! [i will not swear, i will not swear.] it's like... URGH. okay she wasnt the one who pulled the trigger. it was her mom. yes weird. but she brought the gun and all so...!! urghh. and michael went back to her!! and sydney was so sad... and i realised that it's not dickson. it's DIXON. ah wells...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched elecktra!! not very nice. but i love jennifer garner's body. haha, i sound biantai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846206-110675245460936823?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/110675245460936823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=110675245460936823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110675245460936823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110675245460936823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-cant-stand-to-fly-im-not-that-naive.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-110656960697952023</id><published>2005-01-24T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T20:26:46.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>check &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://scrcy.blogspot.com"&gt;THIS&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/B&gt; out. created by grace teh. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846206-110656960697952023?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/110656960697952023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=110656960697952023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110656960697952023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110656960697952023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2005/01/check-this-out.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-110637565920698392</id><published>2005-01-22T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T14:36:01.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hrrmph. so much for SUPPORTIVE and ENCOURAGING friends. ): everyone's questioning my ermm intention of quitting swearing. -looks extremely offended-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall PROVE IT TO YOU THEN, you evil poks!&lt;br /&gt;this shall be a swear-free, absolutely clean entry (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my tagboard diary is gone!! it's not regenerated or whatever. hrmmph. irritating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gloria messed up her diary. sighh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and gloria, if you happen to read this: WE ARE NOT CHILDISH K. i wasnt the one who said that you and shonda were &lt;b&gt;tian mi mi&lt;/b&gt;. [yvonne and graceteh must be jumping in their seats now]laoshi did. and have fun sitting behind yuyang. maybe for once you'll stop looking down on short people. MWAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;i'm evil (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846206-110637565920698392?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/110637565920698392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=110637565920698392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110637565920698392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110637565920698392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2005/01/hrrmph.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-110579651845005361</id><published>2005-01-15T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T21:41:58.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pics! for fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-12/906903/beckyshermin.jpg' width=150 height=100  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;becky and shermin. taken long long donkey years ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-12/906903/xw.jpg' width=150 height=100  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;xuewen. taken on the day she came with braces. i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-12/906903/jx.jpg' width=100 height=150  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a bug! it's an insect! it's spiderman!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-12/906903/jk2.jpg' width=150 height=100  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, it's my baby cousin, junxiang aka spiderboy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846206-110579651845005361?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/110579651845005361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=110579651845005361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110579651845005361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110579651845005361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2005/01/pics-for-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-110579491414605961</id><published>2005-01-15T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T21:15:14.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[[music playing: over and over by nelly feat. tim mcgraw]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;gracetan&lt;/b&gt;: whoops. sorry. and hitler's moustache aint weird! it looks like a toothbrush.. haha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;melody&lt;/b&gt;: hey! ermm haha im a very gossipy person.. -hides face- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;rachel&lt;/b&gt;: hrrmpph! i care k?!! -knocks rachel's head- ewww you are soo violent.. :S and i hope that you are not calling me cara cow. if not i. will. murder. you. -waves knife in the air-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for &lt;font color="#ff99cc"&gt;flag day&lt;/font&gt; today. wished there was a nicer way to get cip hours other than to keep asking people to donate. i wanna go library to do cip hours.. sighh ): i am absolutely sick of being snubbed and dao-ed by people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;the world is black and hearts are cold&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not exactly though. there were a few extremely nice people today (: &lt;br /&gt;was saying to xuewen that the only time i'm ever in orchard is when im flag-selling... haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway, i went to somerset mrt today and met &lt;font color="#ff99cc"&gt;a couple of losers&lt;/font&gt;. not that im sexist, but they were guys... and anyway, i met  yuankheng and binbin. den they said they wanted to go shop around before the thing started and i had to go meet xuewen... so we said bye. and as i was walking thru this crowd of stupid jerks, they started like, saying "bye" i mean the guys. so they went "bye" "bye" "bye". moronic right? yes. anyway, i was like, whatever, and started walking away. so met xuewen and stuffs.. and i was like saying how irritating that bunch of people were and yuankheng and binbin were so amused. and xuewen started telling them about that stupid fella who knocked into me the other time when i was selling bendy pens and  i started to curse at him [and he totally deserved it okay. he purposely knocked into me one. stupid pervertic sicko.]... and they got even more amused ): poo. &lt;br /&gt;well, so i collected my can: &lt;font color="#ff99cc"&gt;3231&lt;/font&gt;. if you're ever interested in buying 4D. must give me half of your prize  money if you win.&lt;br /&gt;and xuewen and i spent the whole time walking up and down from far east to ps and then back again, asking people to donate and singing. haha.. we kept intruding on people's territory. bumped into evelyn and her friend from another school, Gladys. outside far east. den erms, yuankheng's partner was walking up and down too. and amanda's partner was standing outside.. err.. cant remember. sorry but i cant remember all the scholars names.. hee.. i only remember the two evelyns,the one whos sitting at my right from indonesia, and the one whos sitting on my left, from india. and ermmm theres a girl called gan fengping right? is she a scholar?? i keep seeing the name, but i dunno who the person is. ah wells...&lt;br /&gt;oh and xuewen and i were like singing stupid songs. like she kept singing the "honey, i got a lot of money" [which reminds me of the dance we choreographed during orientation. for next year's talentime. it's danced to the "honey i got a lot of money" song and it comprises of various spasticated movements] and the "i think about it overand over again" you know the nelly song. yeah. and so it got stuck in my head too. so we just kept singing it &lt;i&gt;over and over again&lt;/i&gt;. get the joke? nevermind. so we were like.. walking walking den singing "honey i got a lot of-" den stopping in front of someone and asking "good morning, would you like to donate?" den continue singing again. and we did the britney spears thingy. so we just kept singing britney spears songs. and xuewen havent heard of From the bottom of my broken heart!! weird. my mom loves that song. and &lt;font color="#ff99cc"&gt;we met veni&lt;/font&gt;!! haha.. outside ps. she was flag-selling too. i didnt see her at first. was busy singing britney's my prerogative, then xuewen was like veni. den i saw her. haha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff99cc"&gt;ate lunch at taka&lt;/font&gt;. cos we were outside there. and i was hungry. so we just went in to eat. hee i think we're the only one who keep going inside shopping centres to rest (; ate this potato thingy and xuewen tried the new chicken fillet thingy. den we went out and started walking. stopped outside this bus-stop outside heeren. haha.. cuz it's like, everyone coming out is so nice and generous (: i keep getting a lot of dollar notes (: this guy donated ten bucks!! he was like, asking me, what im collecting money for. so then i told him it was for the disabled elderly. and he took out ten bucks and was like stuffing it in. den i just said that he could donate to the tsunami too because there were a bunch of guys standing around holding the tsunami cans and i felt bad like, erms, snatching their business? ya know what i mean... den he was like, i donate a lot already. haha.. and &lt;font color="#ff99cc"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I MET CRYSTAL!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;the evil girl, never donate to me. donate to other people! hrrrmph.&lt;br /&gt;i was like, thrusting the can at her and chanting "donate donate" den she showed me her sticker ): i think she was with her mother who was looking very ermm amusedly at me.. ah wells..&lt;br /&gt;and xuewen couldnt recognise her. sighh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then xuewen and i stood outside heeren watching mtv. haha. there was a tv outside and it was playing mtv. so xuewen and i stood outside watching, and asking those people who were coming out. haha.. they showed &lt;b&gt;I DONT WANNA BE!&lt;/B&gt; (: and xuewen took so long to realise what song it was. oh wells.. they showed &lt;B&gt;SINCE YOU'VE BEEN GONE&lt;/B&gt; too. and they showed &lt;b&gt;SHE WILL BE LOVED&lt;/B&gt;!! i lurrve that video. it's superr nice lar. xuewen kept saying that the younger girl, the daughter was very pretty. but kelly preston is sooo much prettier!!! shes sexyy k. haha.. but we both agree that adam levine looked very good. haha.. the way he stared at kelly preston in the video was so... i dunno how to describe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i heard on power98 that theres supposed to be this concert at cini i think. today i think. haha.. but i didnt go there. theres electrico!! (: and xuewen havent heard of electrico before. and she taught it was electrical. SIGHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff99cc"&gt;my can was almost full!&lt;/font&gt; yayy (: it's like, you can see the dollarnotes sticking out le.. wheeeeeee (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently there was firedrill yesterday. i didnt go cuz i was unwell. and xuewen said that her casualty and her died. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846206-110579491414605961?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/110579491414605961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=110579491414605961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110579491414605961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110579491414605961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2005/01/music-playing-over-and-over-by-nelly.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-110570008187963855</id><published>2005-01-14T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T18:54:41.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>` the world is black and hearts are cold `&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846206-110570008187963855?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/110570008187963855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=110570008187963855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110570008187963855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110570008187963855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2005/01/world-is-black-and-hearts-are-cold.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-110545595068509484</id><published>2005-01-11T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T23:09:39.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[[music playing: what happened to us? by hoobastank]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;B&gt;BRAD PITT AND JENNIFER ANNISTON SPLIT!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;it's such a pity. it's so unfair. why do the terrible celebrity couples last [besides bennifer] and why do all those golden couples start breaking up?? urrrghh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;couples that should [have] NEVER break up&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brad pitt and jennifer anniston &lt;br /&gt;ryan phillipe and reese witherspoon&lt;br /&gt;adam brody and rachel bilson&lt;br /&gt;sarah michelle gellar and freddie prinze jr.&lt;br /&gt;jessica simpson and nick lachey [i seriously admire him for putting up with her]&lt;br /&gt;hilary duff and aaron carter [bitch + someonewhothinkshecansingbutactuallycant = the most perfect couple ever] &lt;br /&gt;j.lo and marc anthony [hate them both. she shld stop causing misery to other men.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;couples that sooo should break up&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joel madden and hilary duff [get your claws off my beloved joel, you bitch!]&lt;br /&gt;andy roddick and mandy moore [yayy they broke up already]&lt;br /&gt;lindsay lohan and aaron carter [duh. she deserves more than him. i mean, heck, he cheated on her with some stupid bitch called hilary duff..what bad taste.]&lt;br /&gt;jennifer garner and ben affleck [eeeK!!! why on earth would someone choose ben affleck over michael vartan??!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;talentime results&lt;/font&gt;. the ma'ams told us today [tuesday]. sad. very very very extremely sad. but i can't lose faith. MUST. NOT. LOSE. FAITH. &lt;br /&gt;you evil poks can be biased towards us. i dont care. whatever you do, the challenge shield BELONGS TO US. AND NOBODY CAN TAKE IT AWAY!!! so fuck off __!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;THE CHALLENGE SHIELD IS MINE.&lt;b&gt; MINE!!! MY PRECIOUSSS...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no, i do not mean anything that you think i mean. in case, a lisama'amguestbook happens again and pple start tagging me and scolding me because i said the challenge shield was mine. ermm.. i mean, my school? okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, alias was very nice today!! (: haha... the guy. ermm. he appeared in this mtv thingy. hes got this british accent and is very corny. anyway, he acts as this bomb guy today. and the CIA tricked him into thinking that they were the erms, covenent?? well anyway, michael had to pretend to be sark!!! it was terribly amusing. hahahaha. and there wasnt lauren (: anyway, i dont think they should let melissa george play lauren. i mean, now lauren become some.. sexpot or something. and melissa george doesnt look the slutty kind. ah wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i FINALLY READ TEEN IDOL!!! hahahah... jodie arh, you.. take so long to read! tsk tsk. well anyway, &lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt; i like teen idoL!!&lt;/font&gt; theres this girl called, Cara blah blah in it. and shes like ewwww... WHY DID MEG CABOT HAVE TO USE MY NAME FOR SUCH A LOSERY CHARACTER??!! you know what? this cara in teen idol is like.. no opinion of her own, a popular-wannabe, a bit weird.. not that im being superficial and all [maybe i am. HAH] but this cara was like.. not nice. shes like, not very polite and the only thing she talks about is like buffy and charmed ): okay, shes nicer than all the evil pple in the book but still.. and guess what her nickname was?? &lt;B&gt;CARA COW.&lt;/B&gt; like nice huh. so when pple see her they will go &lt;i&gt;moo&lt;/i&gt; which is super mean but. uRGGH. cara cow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;YUCKS!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and megcabot is super evil to Cara.  at least let something nice happens to her  right? urgh. but the most pleasant thing that happened was that she got a makeover. ): and a boyfriend. by the name of Kwang. and they kissed and there was marshmellow and all.. ewww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yep, shonda recommended this book, &lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;one child by torey hayden&lt;/font&gt;. it's nice (: very touching... and theres this part where the girl, six year old sheila had this drunkard father. okay and the drunkard father had this bro called Jerry. and 'uncle jerry' was a stupid fucking sex maniac. guess what he did?? he tried to molest sheila and when she got uncomfortable he got pissed off and &lt;b&gt;STUCK A KNIFE UP HER VAGINA.&lt;/b&gt; that cunt!!! and it was super gross and all.. but urrgh. apparently it's a true story. so whoever you are, uncle jerry, if you havent died in prison, YOU SUCK. AND I THINK YOU SHOULD DO SOMETHING TO APOLOGISE, IF YOU HAVENT DONE SO, FOR BEING SUCH A BIG MEANIE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pardon the language. but dirty people deserve dirty words to describe them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846206-110545595068509484?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/110545595068509484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=110545595068509484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110545595068509484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110545595068509484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2005/01/music-playing-what-happened-to-us-by.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-110511178023407987</id><published>2005-01-07T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T23:29:55.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday is a wrinkle on your forehead&lt;br /&gt;yesterday is a promise that you've broken&lt;br /&gt;don't close your eyes, don't close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;this is your life and today is all you've got now&lt;br /&gt;yeah, and today is all you'll ever have&lt;br /&gt;don't close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;don't close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is your life, are you who you want to be&lt;br /&gt;this is your life, are you who you want to be&lt;br /&gt;this is your life, is it everything you dreamed that it would be&lt;br /&gt;when the world was younger and you had everything to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday is a kid in the corner&lt;br /&gt;yesterday is dead and over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is your life, are you who you want to be&lt;br /&gt;this is your life, are you who you want to be&lt;br /&gt;this is your life, is it everything you dreamed that it would be&lt;br /&gt;when the world was younger and you had everything to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;don't close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;don't close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;don't close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is your life are you who you want to be&lt;br /&gt;this is your life are you who you want to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is your life, are you who you want to be&lt;br /&gt;this is your life, are you who you want to be&lt;br /&gt;this is your life, is it everything you dreamed it would be&lt;br /&gt;when the world was younger and you had everything to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you had everything to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;this is your life&lt;/b&gt; by switchfoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes i know. switchfoot is supposed to be a christian band. but their music is good and as i told grace, music has no discrimination!! haha.. corny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;graceteh&lt;/b&gt;: hello the not so loyal tagger of my blog. NO, rui en &lt;b&gt;DOES NOT&lt;/b&gt; have the baste taste in music. &lt;B&gt;I HAVE.&lt;/b&gt; -smirks- HAH. and im sick of the reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;xuewen&lt;/b&gt;: yea but you were like bubbling with enthusiasm. HOR. you evil pok. you wanted grace to maluate herself while you watch on and laugh right?? tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;nat&lt;/b&gt;: haha. i have absolutely no idea what to put liao mah. and nvm lar. christmas is over liao anyway. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;peace&lt;/b&gt;: are you being sacarstic?? hrmphh. haha.. sighh.. physics looks so... terrible. -sobs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;shermin&lt;/b&gt;: hey... haha.. erm, okayy.actually all sc girls are all-rounded right??? haha. see ya in class! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;may may ma'am&lt;/b&gt;: heyy very scared!! i think im gonna screw up -sobbs- lurve ya.. mwah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;grace&lt;/b&gt;: errr which grace is this??? and yes i know it's stupid. stop reminding me of it!!! see, im so dedicated to our drama that im thinking of the lines every second.. ah whatever, im lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i'll never leave you behind.. or treat you unkind...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayyy!!! :D i finally got beautiful letdown and songs about jane!! -beams- &lt;font color="#ff3300"&gt;LORRAINE ROCKS&lt;/FONT&gt;. haha.. okay, &lt;font color="#ff3300"&gt;crystal rocks&lt;/font&gt; too. haha.. because apparently crystal bought lorraine the beautiful letdown and lorraine lent me the beautiful letdown so... they both rock!! okay whatever. anyway.. the cd is very nice!! ((: and me, being such a nice friend, burned for graceteh. see! haha... and she lent me songs about jane. (: it's nice too... i like sweetest goodbye (: and harder to breath is nice okayy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;is there anyone out there cuz it's getting harder and harder to breath&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the She Will Be Loved video. i like the whole story line.. i think the girl who acted as kelly preston's daughter  is really good. and kelly preston rocks lar. shes hott. and so is adam levine. haha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;come and rest your bones with me. driving slow on sunday morning..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, anyway, did you catch &lt;font color="#ff3300"&gt;ocean's eleven&lt;/font&gt;??? it was bloody good k! i think it's better than ocean's twelve. MUCH NICER. brad pitt, as usual, was yummylicious (; george clooney was corny. matt damon was very funny too. and the guy.. ermmm what is his name?? the chinese acrobat. i think hes really cornny. and he damn poor thing. forever stuck in containers and bags, etc. and the two bros who keep quarrelling are very corny too. haha... i think the whole movie was really nice. and cornny. haha... i think julia roberts looks very ugly. ah wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school. sigh. school's been okay. but then again, we havent been doing much lessons. except maths. dunno why, but i suddenly lurve maths. it's the only interesting subject. well... we had our first lesson of physics. mr jeow. I AM CURRENTLY VERY PISSED. I HAD THIS ONE GREAT CHANCE TO ESCAPE PHYSICS AND IT WAS SPOILT. AND NOW IM STARING AT MY PHYSICS TEXTBOOK AND GOING "DENGG??? WHAT SHIT HAVE I GOT MYSELF INTO??!!"  i have absolutely no idea what the whole thing is about. &lt;B&gt;I HATE PHYSICS!!!&lt;/b&gt; and our first lesson we did worksheet on vernier callipers. like what the heck. cant remember. oh yes, good bye my ex-kitchen-cum-lab partner, &lt;font color="#ff3300"&gt;yuankheng&lt;/font&gt;!! and hello, my new lab partner, &lt;font color="#ff3300"&gt;hanling&lt;/font&gt; haha.. is this how you spell her name?? well anyway, yuankheng is with larissa i think. haha. poor larissa. probably gonna get bullied by yuankheng. heex. and we had chem. mrs tsoi. urrggh. just like what jodie said, mrs choo is a much better teacher. i think she teaches very well. and mrs tsoi is... boringgg. -yawns- and mrs tsoi told us about that story of that blurdo girl frm sc who caused an exploding glass bottle and disfigured her friends. evil. and i was suddenly reminded of that story where this girl from _ahem school_ was like ahem. masturbating with a testtube and the testtube broke &lt;i&gt;inside&lt;/i&gt;. ewww. gross.&lt;br /&gt; bio. our co-op teacher. mrs low. i was falling asleep. sorry.. oh yes, my partner, evelyn told me this story about disecting a fish in her old school back in indonesia and the fish was jumping up even though it had been, erms, sliced!! ouch. poor fish. anyway, mrs low was talking about using sheep's heart and eye and evelyn and i were seriously grossed out. like, chopping an eyeball up?? ewww. &lt;br /&gt;english. we got ms chua. siggh that bias pok. hrmph. am eternally pissed off with her.&lt;br /&gt;chinese. our teacher is really weird. really weird really really really weird. she is extremely &lt;b&gt;drama&lt;/b&gt;. and her chinese is super good. like, first lesson. she went, does anybody know this author called... err i forgot his name.. ? then we were like.. denng. then some pple actually know! well, the scholars from china. then this girl stood up and was like talking and im like... ohdear. and our teacher was like, chinese super cheem. then she was asking questions. and she asked me this question like what is ba mian ling long. den i was denng.. anyhow mutter some stuff.. &lt;br /&gt;lit. ms neoh?? gave us this lecture about prose and all that stuff.&lt;br /&gt;history. mrs wang. i like history (: i think it's kinda interesting. the whole revolution thingy. we're finally doing some interesting stuff not like some stupid ancient civilisation of india and china. not saying that the ancient civilisations of inda and china are not interesting but im more interested in like, modern history.. for example, STALIN! KARL MARX! THE TSAR! MAO! [no, not mrs mao. HAHAHA. lame.] and not to mention, the guy with the cutest moustache and the person you dun want to be your uncle, HITLER!! i think in the film that they showed us, the hitler looked corny in the moustache. and the whole niece thing was gross. according to rachel who was informed by erms, this teacher.. forgot her name.. well anyway, hitler supposedly has only one testicle. but seriously, who cares. im more interested in his moustache. nevermind. &lt;br /&gt;a maths and e maths. i like the combined a maths lectures with se. no, not because im forced to see graceteh [hee -sticks tongue out-] but because.. dunno leh. at least the ava room got aircon. and i think mrs lim siew joo rocks. she was like, calling kimberly "kimby" and me and xuewen heard as "kiwi" okay nevermind. out of point. but i think she rocks. i think she teaches very well (: mrs lim rocks!!! and i miss kimberly. kind of... mrs lim teaches se a maths and sy e maths.. so ms beh teaches us a maths.. ms beh is quite cute. haha. but i prefer mrs lim. hee (; &lt;br /&gt;pe. erms. we have mrs bowness.. and we had to like, run for fifteen minutes today. cuz mrs bowness said that we havent been exercising during the hols and all.. as usual, clare and dawn were in front. and me? sigh. well at least i managed about eight rounds. dunno how im gonna pass napfa ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think that 2sy '04 is seriously the &lt;font color="#ff3300"&gt;luckiest class ever&lt;/font&gt;. i dunno why i hated going to sy so much last time. well anyway, you know why. cuz everybody in the class rocks. even the teachers say so. i mean, mrs choo told our form teachers that we are very guai one. apparently. and she misses us.. awww. and ms leong said so too!! haha.. ms leong said it was a pity that she's not teaching us. awww.. i mean, heck, we've got all the nice teachers. mrs canham, the funkiest teacher ever! and jiang laoshi is super corny :D shes so cute. mrs bowness, our history teacher, is so smiley! (: mrs linda lee, our pe teacher, rocks! shes super nice.. etc etc. &lt;br /&gt;i really pity 2sy'05. they got weird teachers. like guess whos their maths teacher? khong bee!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. that's about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff3300"&gt;talentime auditions tmr&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yep, cheryl came back to visit during orientation! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846206-110511178023407987?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/110511178023407987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=110511178023407987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110511178023407987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110511178023407987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2005/01/yesterday-is-wrinkle-on-your-forehead.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-110493461894704305</id><published>2005-01-05T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T22:20:45.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello! was searching about the &lt;font color="#FF33cc"&gt;february revolution, 1917&lt;/font&gt; [TAKE HISTORY PPLE!!] and i couldnt resist the urge of blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new class. 3sy. weird. most of 2sy people there but i still prefer 2sy. sighhx.&lt;br /&gt;teachers. i dont like our teachers. we got mrs tsoi instead of mrs choo. -moans- all new teachers, except mrs bowness (: and ms chua ): havent seen them before. havent remembered the names of my form teachers. only know it's low and chua.&lt;br /&gt;classmates. okay lar. alot of scholars. sitting next to a girl called &lt;font color="#ff33cc"&gt;evelyn poetry yoga&lt;/font&gt; something.. from indonesia. shes quite chio, wears braces, and is very friendly. &lt;br /&gt;haha. guess what am i? ava rep. haha. xuewen wanted cleaniness commitee but i hate cleaning!! ah wells.. we wanted cme one. but trang beat us to it. hrmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shonda doesnt need to do projectwork. lucky her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;staying back for rc everyday. SIGHH.&lt;br /&gt;made a fool of myself during orientation.was doing cpr. den you're supposed to ask "hello hello are you okay?" i told them &lt;font color="#ff33cc"&gt;"hello hello how do you do?"&lt;/font&gt;. in front of &lt;b&gt;angie ma'am&lt;/b&gt;. -faints-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gtg. reply tags some other time.&lt;br /&gt;chao~&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/8846206-110493461894704305?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/110493461894704305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=110493461894704305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110493461894704305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110493461894704305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2005/01/hello-was-searching-about-february.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-110458840115539008</id><published>2005-01-01T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T22:10:00.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shall blog all i like today. since it's possible that i wont have time to blog liaos... triple science!! -groans- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, heres my :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;list of everything and anything in 2004&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;top five hottest guys in books&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; michael moscovitz created by mag cabot &lt;br /&gt;josh something, from the one last wish books, katie's bf created by lurlene mcdaniel&lt;br /&gt;sirius black [NOT THE FILM ONE!!!] created by jk rowling&lt;br /&gt;jonathan heitman [or sth like that] frm head games, created by mariah frederick&lt;br /&gt;hercule poirot created by agatha christie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[according to ranking]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;top three tv shows&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1. CSI: crime scene investigation&lt;br /&gt;2. Alias&lt;br /&gt;3. Singapore Idol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Top 3 vcds i dont regret buying&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. LOTR: return of the king&lt;br /&gt;2. school of rock&lt;br /&gt;3. the day after tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;vcd i most regret buying&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ella enchanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;dvd i most dont regret buying&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CSI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;best albums i've bought&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. spiderman II soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;2. yellowcard - ocean avenue&lt;br /&gt;3. blink 182&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Scariest movie i've watched&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shutter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most wasteofmoney movie i've watched&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catwoman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most disappointing movie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;movie with the cutest couple and nicest romance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Village&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;nicest animation movie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the incredibles&lt;br /&gt;2. shrek2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;worst animation movie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shark tale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;funniest chinese movie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kungfu hustle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;best movie adapted from comic books&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spiderman2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;cutest couple in books&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Judith and Jonathan from Head Games&lt;br /&gt;2. Mia and Michael from the princess diaries&lt;br /&gt;3. sam and david from all american girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;the most unfortunate people in books&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. fugui and his family, from huo zhe&lt;br /&gt;2. the baudelaires from the series of unfortunate events&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most irritating people on mediacorp tv&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. fiona xie&lt;br /&gt;2. joanne peh&lt;br /&gt;3. jacelyn tay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most irritating djs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. sheikel??? from perfect10 &lt;br /&gt;2. grace chua from perfect10&lt;br /&gt;3. glenn ong from class95&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;last thing i did in 2004&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch this show called One Fine Day starring george clooney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;first thing i did in 2005&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch taufik's i dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant think of anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#66ccff"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;I BOUGHT UNCUT!! EVERYBODY GO BUY IT!!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my mother was like, how come your stuff is not inside? then i was like, staring at her.. ermm.. because the stuff i write cannot make it.. then she was like, sighh.&lt;br /&gt;ah wells.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey, maybe they should publish &lt;font color="#66ccff"&gt;the song and the ballad i wrote about xuewen&lt;/font&gt;. HAHA. i mean, heck, my song even received a SOng of The Year award from Shonda.. hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846206-110458840115539008?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/110458840115539008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=110458840115539008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110458840115539008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110458840115539008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2005/01/shall-blog-all-i-like-today.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-110458790801925188</id><published>2005-01-01T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T21:58:28.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="#66ccff"&gt;HAPPY 2005!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[music playing: disappear by hoobastank]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighx. just one more day and it'll be school. &lt;font color="#66ccff"&gt;ocean's eleven tmr!&lt;/font&gt; can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was watching tv yesterday. boring day. watched entrapment. catherine zeta jones is hott. haha. okay i'm biantai. and read this book called &lt;font color="#66ccff"&gt;Gingerbread.&lt;/font&gt;  by rachel cohn. it's quite nice. it's about this teenage girl who is the love child of a very rich guy and a teenage mother. so then the very rich guy went back to his family. and the mother, Nancy, married the very rich guy's good friend, Sid. so anyway, the girl called cyd didnt like her mother. and she and her mother are like forever quarelling and all. but she liked her stepdad. but shes like, she wants to meet her real dad, frank. so anyway shes one of those pai kia kind. so she went to boarding school and hooked up with this sex,drugs, rock n roll kinda guy called Justin. anyway, justin was a real jerk. hes one of those rich father's son and hes popular in school. some quarterback guy. so anyway, cuz cyd slept with justin, she got pregnant and she kept sleeping with him until the headmaster found them using drugs and expelled them. and she went home. and the justin coward didnt come up with the money for abortion and left her alone. so she called frank, ask for some money and went to the clinic alone. but she didnt tell her mom. so anyway, she was on probation or something. den she had to go to this home to help out and she met this hip old laydee called Sugar Pie. yes, weird name. Sugar Pie had a sister called Honey Pie who eloped with Sugar Pie's groom on their wedding day and ended up in a car accident and died. so anyway, the day Honey Pie fled with her sister's fiance, Sugar Pie realised she was pregant. and she had an abortion. so anyway, while with Sugar Pie one day, cyd met this guy called Shrimp [weirder name] and they hooked up. but shrimp is a good guy. so anyway, cyd had a crush on Shrimp's bro with a hot bod called Java who owns a cafe. oh btw, cyd has got like, raging hormones and loves coffee. erms, yahs... okay anyway, one day cyd and shrimp had a fight over a girl called Autumn. so den they kinda broke up. den cyd's mother, Nancy and Sid, the stepdad decided to send her to newyork to meet Frank. so shes like very happy. and went. btw, shes got a doll called Gingerbread. the doll frank gave her the last time he saw her when she was six years old. anyway, she went to newyork and met frank. got really disappointed. den she met frank's son, Daniel, more commonly known as Danny. and hes a fag. hes got a boyfriend called Aaron and together they open this cafe. and cyd got along very well with danny and she went to his cafe to help out. but she didnt really like her half-sister called erms, LIsbeth. but they soon got along lar. anyway, she was shopping with Lisbeth one day when she met... who else... Justin. so she got very uncomfortable. so she went back and started crying. den Nancy, back in san fransisco missed her daughter a lot, so she went to new york too. well den cyd told nancy all about it den they bonded together blah blah.. and all that stuff... and she realised that her family was actually the best. as in the family in san fransisco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. oh yep. read &lt;font color="#66ccff"&gt;road to perdition&lt;/font&gt; too. it's really really sad.. i lurve micheal junior and micheal senior. and i hate the fricking mr rooney. he sucks. and i hate that photographer, i forgot his name. anyway, if you think road to perdition sounds familar, it's actually a original graphic novel by max allan collins aka the author of csibooks. den they made it into a film and so max allan collins adapted it and made it into a novel. apparently, graphic novel means the story is told in like comic book way. and novel means.. well, you know. anyway, the film stared tom hanks has micheal senior, paul newman as, i suppose, mr rooney. and i think jude law is that irritating photographer aka hitman. which is a pity because i think jude law looks quite cute. but nevermind. anyway, the story is about mr rooney who owns this town is actually like, the godfather kind. and micheal senior is his hitman but he never told his two children, micheal jr. and peter. but his wife, annie knows lar. so anyway, one day, micheal jr. witness his father killing pple. and crazy rooney, who was (1) afraid that micheal jr. will tell other people (2) jealous that mr rooney treated micheal senior better than him, set out and to kill Micheal Sullivan's family. but micheal senior survived. and micheal jr, who was supposed to die, but in a weird mistake by the crazy son, survived. but peter died instead. and annie died trying to protect peter. so anyway, the two micheals set off and ran away. and went to chicago. so this photographer aka hitman was hired to kill them. anyway the storys about the two micheals running away and getting back at mr rooney. because micheal senior wants them to hand crazy rooney over and take revenge for his family. so anyway, thruout the road to perdition [where micheal jr's aunt lives], father and son got to bond. i mean, cuz micheal senior always favoured the younger kid, Peter. and hes like, distant frm his sons.. but anyway, the sad thing is that micheal senior died. crazy rooney got killed by micheal senior. old mr rooney got killed by micheal senior too. micheal senior got killed by the shitty photographer, who den got killed by micheal senior when he was dying. confusing huh. so the only survivor was Micheal jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i finally read &lt;font color="#66ccff"&gt; HUO ZHE!!!&lt;/font&gt;  ((: yayy -applause- haha.. i started yesterday night.and finished today afternoon. heehee.. i hate the book. it's so damn sad. it's like the whole book is all about misery. heck, i dont like miserable stuff. i'd rather have nice books which talk about happy things. but anyway, it's all about this author who went to the village and met this old man. and the whole book is about the old man's life story. anyway, its really sad. the old man used to be this shao ye. you know, rich man's kid. but he was a bai jia zi. which means, he squandered away the family's fortune. he is a wife-abusing, extremely unfilial, gambling, prostitute fking, cunt. but he got his retribution in the end. well first, after he became good because he became poor and his father died. well anyway, he had to work extremely hard. den one day, when his mother was ill, he went to the city to get doctor but ended up being pulled away to war. so he spent a couple of years in the war, lost a friend, went back to his home. his mother had died. his daughter, because of this high fever, became a dumb and a mute. well anyway blah blah blah. den his son, who is like primary five, died!!!! i hate that part. damn sad. okay. so the son's principal was giving birth. den lost a lot of blood. needed blood donors. son was the only suitable one. then the fking person who was drawing blood frm the son kept drawing and drawing until the son got no blood and died. FK THE HOSPITALGUY!! okay. sorry. anyway, den his wife very upset. den they finally found a husband for their daughter. husband was a good one. den daughter pregnant. but died during child birth! she died at the same place where his son died. sad right. so had this little son. den his wife, grief too much, and died too. den left with the him, his son in law, and his grandson. one day, his son in law, who was walking as this labourer in the city, had an accident and died. left with grandpa and grandson. one day, grandson had an illness. grandpa went to cook beans for him, and grandson choked while eating beans. died too. so it's left with the grandpa. and a cow. yeah. so..... miserable right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay enough of books..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846206-110458790801925188?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/110458790801925188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=110458790801925188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110458790801925188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110458790801925188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2005/01/happy-2005-music-playing-disappear-by.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-110447437775310486</id><published>2004-12-31T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T14:31:17.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="#FF9966"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR'S EVE!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;graceteh&lt;/b&gt;: yep it does (: hope you like your cd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;melody-o&lt;/b&gt;: heyy... erms, i dont think i can liaos. school's starting!! sighhx. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;may may ma'am&lt;/b&gt;: really? haha.. practically the whole of singapore smokes. smokers are weird. like, they know smoking is bad for health den why are they still smoking?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;aud ma'am&lt;/b&gt;: okay! haha.. erms, okay shall attempt to act properly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;gracetan&lt;/b&gt;: hellO! happy new year to you too! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FF9966"&gt;the school hols are almost over!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so is 2004. bought eightdays. taufik, sly along with other people are on the cover. oh, and did you see taufik's baby pic in lime? so cute! hahas.. and sly looked funny. in eightdays. you know the one where they showed him with the miss singapore tourism '84 or something like that. sighhx. sec three next year!! -groans- i bet im gonna be soooo busy. i wont have time to blog. i wont have time to read. i wont have time to go to the library. i wont have time to listen to cds. i wont have time to sleep!! arrghhh. shall sleep all i can today. HAHA. no lar. have to go buy my stuff ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... &lt;font color="#ff9966"&gt;i'm in sy&lt;/font&gt;. should i be happy? according larissa, who nicely went to school yesterday to help me check ((:, most of the pple in 2sy are in 3sy. except for camille and becky and a few other people. -gasps- haha.. so sad. den our class will be quite quiet. since we wont have camille and becky's laughter. and becky's sneezes. &lt;i&gt;wallow wallow wallow ormph! tell me more tell me more, did you get very far?&lt;/i&gt; and some people will be like, gone frm sc. pple like... cheryl... mira... etcetc. &lt;br /&gt;graceteh and huizyi are in se. which is weird. cuz they are in the same combi as me. and lorraine is in sy. and shes diff combi frm me.. hmm... thankfully, zara is in se!! ((: okay im mean. suelin and jodie is in pr. and i dont knw what class huangzi is in... and erms, xuewen, shonda and gloria cheng will be in sy too. yahs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FF9966"&gt;went to grace's birthday outing.&lt;/font&gt; was late. but jodie was later. haha. so found graceteh and xuewen sitting at pastamania. so sat down and started talking about crap. talking about schools and bradpitts and ahlians and etcetc. and i gave graceteh her birthday present: &lt;b&gt;the reason by hoobastank&lt;/b&gt;. haha.. but not before i burned it first. teehee (; and grace has to burn me the maroon5 cd!!! she has &lt;b&gt;two&lt;/b&gt; of them! haha.. well anyway, jodie came and gave graceteh her flower. den both of them started talking and xuewen and i were staring at each other like we were super extra. haha. den we were like, dunno where to go. and graceteh kept insisting that we go to the arcade. so in the end we went. so started playing stupid games. and xuewen the blurdo [hee] didnt know how to play the motorcycle thingy. you know those games where you sit on the motorcycle and race? she was like.. dunno how to start !! -gasps- den she was like screaming cuz everyone else started and she was still there and like, why cannot move???!! haha.. i am terribly amused. well den we went to play this weird game. den graceand xuewen wanted to play the parapara thingy and jodie and i were like.. eek! so anyway, we played the erm, is it called ice hockey?? anyway, xuewen and i lost ): poo. xuewen kept hitting my hand and the thing kept flying out of my hand. so i spent the whole time picking up the thing. i bet it's the first time the thing flew out of somebody's hands while playing. -malu malu- so anyway, jodie and i raced. and i got &lt;b&gt;36th&lt;/b&gt; the nicest number in the universe :D haha jodie got 40th. well anyway, so xuewen wanted to go to the toilet. so we went there. and graceteh did something mean. tsk tsk. well anyway, so grace, xuewen and i were standing outside the toilet waiting for jodie. den i was saying that the girl on the wall had sexy lips. i mean, the drawing of a girl. den i was talking about angelina jolie and graceteh started saying that angelina jolie was ugly. which is totally untrue. she has sexy lips okay. den when i was saying that this guy came out of the toilet and was like staring at us. so when he turned his back and started walking i was like, sexy butt!! haha.. okay sorry that sounds biantai. and they were like daring me to go shout at someone sexy butt. but ahem. i very guai one k. dont wanna be charged for sexual harrassment. den we were planning to take neo prints. met eunice ma'am there!!! haha.. and den jodie realised that she LOST HER HANDPHONE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff9966"&gt;IF YOU HAPPEN TO BE THE THIEF OF JODIE'S SLIVER FRONT, BLUE BLACK NOKIA HANDPHONE. PLEASE OWN UP!!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid cad must have stolen it at the arcade. den xuewen and i were like seeing who was suspicious and erm, trailing him/her. watch too much tv. haha.. so anyway, jodie was really upset. so we sat on the foodcourt. den grace had to go home. den jodie, xuewen and i went to the information counter to report the loss. so den xuewen went home. and jodie waited at starhub for her father to come and collect the sims card replacement. den i went home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and did you read eightdays??!! i LURVE RUI EN!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;because:&lt;br /&gt;numberone. she was frm SC!!!!&lt;br /&gt;numbertwo. she has good taste in music!!! you know, eightdays interviewed her with her car. the stars and cars thingy. den they were like, what music is good to listen on the road. den she went, &lt;b&gt;anything by good charlotte&lt;/b&gt; - it numbs the brain. and went on about maroon5. den there was a pic of her cds. and if you look very very carefully. theres ashlee simpson's autobiography right at the bottom. and on top. right on top, is this red cd. and if you look extremely carefully, it says "CHRONICLES OF _________ DEATH" which is so obviously gc's LIFE version of CHRONICLES OF LIFE AND DEATH!!!!! wheeeeeeeeeeeee (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she or felicia chin [for the sake of xuewen, felicia chin's biggest luster.. haha] shld have won the newcomer award. JOANNE PEH! YOU SUCK!! and apparently my cousin's bf's fren is her bf.. sighh.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846206-110447437775310486?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/110447437775310486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=110447437775310486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110447437775310486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110447437775310486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2004/12/happy-new-years-eve-graceteh-yep-it.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-110421117406633538</id><published>2004-12-28T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T13:19:34.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[[music playing: rhythms by sum41]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer air reminds me of all the feelings of your love, &lt;br /&gt;And what it was like when we were together, &lt;br /&gt;Walking all along the beach, you were never far from my reach, &lt;br /&gt;And you held me through the stormy weather, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)- &lt;br /&gt;And I want to fall in love tonight, &lt;br /&gt;And I remember when you said "everything's gonna be alright" &lt;br /&gt;(Chorus Ends) &lt;br /&gt;Laying in the summer grass, you told me not to talk so fast, &lt;br /&gt;As I told you how I feel, &lt;br /&gt;You made me feel right at home, &lt;br /&gt;You told me I was not alone and you knew just how I feel, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)(Chorus Ends) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we talked about it, I just can't get around it, &lt;br /&gt;I just want one more night with you, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)(Chorus Ends) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October air reminds me of all the seasons of your love, &lt;br /&gt;And what it was like when we were together &lt;br /&gt;The smell of fall is everywhere and though it seems, &lt;br /&gt;I just don't care, 'cause now you've gone away, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)(Chorus Ends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;seasons&lt;/b&gt; by good charlotte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;maymay ma'am&lt;/b&gt;: i received your card le! thanks! lurve ya too ((: haha...and i must have been visiting rachel's blog too many times.. and i didnt get to see his add in my dream ): i was too busy waving the autograph about. sighh. oh and i dreamt about getting my psle results back b4. but before i could like look at the result thingy, i woke up. ): dumb right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;angel&lt;/b&gt;: MERRY CHRISTMAS!! i tried tagging your board. but like cannot tag..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;gracetan&lt;/b&gt;: hello!! haha... do you think taufik smokes too??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;crystal&lt;/b&gt;: yep she died. haha.. i think that episode is in my dvd. and she didnt appear alot in that episode. just this part in the videotape and another part where shes stuffed in the boot of a car.okay.. i shall keep typing it because &lt;b&gt;CRYSTAL ROCKS&lt;/b&gt;. see im so nice (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;rachel&lt;/b&gt;: fret not! carawee is here to save you with her nice crappy entry!! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, my templates are going from weird to &lt;b&gt;weirder&lt;/b&gt;. and i hope you had a fun time squinting your eyes to read the above part of the entry. you must be crying now. awww.. but dont worry, being a nice girl like i am (: i shall be nice and spare you the torture of reading the whole entry. every single paragraph, i will make the topic sentence like &lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff99cc"&gt;THIS&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;. so that you just read &lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff99cc"&gt;THIS&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; in every paragraph and you know what that whole entry is about... :D im ingenious, aint i??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to do my passport yesterday. spent the whole time queueing.. because my photo got rejected cuz my hair was covering my eyebrows, i had to go take the photo again. not as though this one is much better. &lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff99cc"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; always look weird anyway. so was waiting and waiting.. and do you realise, that everyone who works in that building are non-chinese?? it's true. it's like every single counter, there'll be this malay person there. not that im racist or what.. but it's just an observation... well, i did that card too. you know that weird card thats supposed to make it easier and all... whatever lar. and they put the rejected photo onto the card. the one that i was very tired and my hair was in a mess. and i looked absolutely qianbian. ): yes, that one. sighh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started digging out all my old cds to listen to. haha.. first was hybrid theory [&lt;i&gt;one step closer! runaway! points of authority!&lt;/i&gt;] den now i &lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff99cc"&gt;AM&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;  listening to all killer no filler [&lt;i&gt;rhythms! motivation! in too deep!&lt;/i&gt;]  haha... spent the whole of sunday doing the SANA thing           !!        was jamming to all killer no filler on my com while doing it. haha. you know, the other time i saved the songs in the com when lorraine lent me the cd. and joshua, grace's friend, burned it for me. [thanks!] but anyway, i spent my whole christmas and sunday doing the sana thing lor. poor me right ): oh poo. and den i had to go and lose my file. so i had to borrow xuewen's and all ): thankfully i was smart enought to put the transfer agents form into my bag. den my father threw the whole file away because it was tattered and torn because i got caught in the rain with it. den thankfully, the transfer agent forms were saved.. ah whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway, shall tell you what happened on sunday. was doing the sana thing... until like eightplus. when my father was like grumbling that he was hungry and wanted to go out to eat dinner. so we went to eat dinner.. den after that he drove me to my cousin's house. no, not my baby cousin who is no longer a baby and should be refered to as his name which is Junxiang because toddler cousin sounds weird. okay. anyway, so went to my cousin's house. and we had no games to play. like, where do you find all those nice online games??!! somebody tell me!!! anyway, so we signed up to &lt;a href="http://www.neopets.com"&gt;neopets&lt;/a&gt;  and started playing the neopets games which were quite nice anyway. and as usual, we had difficulty looking for a username. we tried burgerking. somebody had it already. we tried fingerlickingood. somebody had it already. [nope, i wasnt feeling hungry. just that there was a burgerking pamphlet thingy in front of me] den in the end, we settled on ` charlesandkeith ` and we had difficulty finding a pet name too. we tried bacon. somebody had it. cookiecrumble. taken. sundaepie. taken. so in the end, we used ` fruittreefreshjuice ` yeah. stupid name huh. anyway, we kept getting stuck at level five. ): and were screaming like &lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff99cc"&gt;CRAZY&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;... actually, i was the one screaming lar. cuz it was super infuriating. like everytime when we were  very close to completing the level, that thing had to go hit the evil bird. or drown. or get crushed by a rock. ): sighh. still stuck at levelfive. no time to go play.. having tuition later ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff99cc"&gt;ANYONE WHO IS AS NICE AS &lt;B&gt;CRYSTAL&lt;/B&gt;, WHO &lt;B&gt;ROCKS&lt;/B&gt;, WANT TO HELP ME BURN THESE FEW SONGS???&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;that thing you do by the wonders&lt;br /&gt;somebody told me by the killers&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna be by gavin degraw&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pleasee???  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846206-110421117406633538?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/110421117406633538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=110421117406633538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110421117406633538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110421117406633538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2004/12/music-playing-rhythms-by-sum41-summer.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-110395506499361943</id><published>2004-12-25T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T00:16:41.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;im dreaming of a white christmas....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw, did you read Life? theres two articles by sc girls. haha... heather chi and samantha toh. is heather chi the person who was acting as william hung during drama fest??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;shermin&lt;/b&gt;: yeps.. the play was... erms. weird. haha. i had this teeny weeny role...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;nat&lt;/b&gt;: hello.. welcome (: haha... yea. maybe shes obsessed with you. and erms, i dont think the props are real tea eggs cuz i have to drop them and erms... unless you dont mind smashed tea eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;may may ma'am&lt;/b&gt;: haha.. okok. merry christmas!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;rachel&lt;/b&gt;: you're welcome, darling rachel. haha. EEK. then they not have to marry like a tailor or something? HAR HAR. lame joke. but really gross leh. i mean, what if the guy has shaky hands? den accidentally... eeww... and sly smokes? ah wells.. why do pple smoke anyway. dont they understand that it's a TERRIBLE HABIT??!! poo ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;sin wen ma'am&lt;/b&gt;: erm.. fabulous actress??? -chokes- haha.. merry christmas!! :D take care too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;you, try to take the best of me.. GO AWAY&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha... dug Hybrid Theory out to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, had this really weird dream. about sylvester sim. haha. okay. so i dreamt i was in this concert. this wubai concert. which is really weird. because (1)he sings chinese songs which i obviously dont listen to, (2) i hate his singing. he cant sing properly.. well anyway, so erms, sly was his closing act [dont ask me why] so den he was singing this mayday song. ohman. weird right. erms, is it mayday? you know the wu yue tian?? yahs.. so after the concert ended. i went up to him and started screaming hysterically like one of those crazy fans which is super weird. and i got his autograph and he stared at me like i was mad before asking me stupid questions like, does he have to write his address down too. den i was like, duh, if not i cannot stalk you. [nah im kidding.. i didnt say that.] but i said duh. and he gave me this notebook. and i was waving it around happily saying that i can showoff to rachel.&lt;br /&gt;-faints-&lt;br /&gt;im mad. like, really mad. must be reading too much of rachel's diary.. really really weird dream huh&lt;br /&gt;and i dreamt of an even weirder thing. i dreamt that we had redcross meetings and all the ex-ex-ncos came back. you know, michelle chan ma'am's batch. and i was playing badminton with cheryl leong ma'am and shifan ma'am. damn weird. and den zara [yes, &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; zara] came over and spoiled the whole game by whining that she wanted that space and told us to get lost. and den suddenly my dream changed and i dreamt of dick lee singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep. carawee has officially lost her mind. somebody!!! cart her off to the mental institution!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read __'s blog yesterday. because i was thinking that maybe that anon in nat's blog was _. but maybe not.. anyway, i think that __ is really weird and the people associated with __ are also very weird. __ is really super ahlian.&lt;br /&gt;and i was wondering why this world must be filled with people like __. sighh. wished they didnt exist...&lt;br /&gt;okay. maybe thats abit too mean.. but... sighh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;went bugis with my mom yesterday. for christmas shopping. haha. abit late right. but anyway, the whole place was super crowded. and i got jabbed in the (1)shoulder (2)back (3)arms alot of times... and there were so many people like rubbing their noses and sniffing so much that it seems as though their snort were about to come out.. okay gross. and there were those pple who were clearing their throat in such a gross way that you cant help imagining the virus floating towards you.. okay, maybe im just paranoid. well anyway, it was super crowded. and i hated it. almost couldnt find a seat in the food court. den the food was gross. the egg was uncooked. eww. and i bought my auntie's birthday prezzie after like hours, of shopping. cuz we were looking for a bag. den it's like, every single bag that i pointed out, my mom will be like "not nice." "so auntie." blah blah. den everysingle bag that she points out i'll be like "so ugly." haha. den we were like arguing over our tastes. she said i was 'tasteless' hrmmmph. my taste is so good k. ): and den she was like exclaiming that we had nothing in common. den the saleslady was like, staring at us, laughing away. ah wells... den i was like, maybe you're not my mother. den she went on saying that maybe she was some lunatic who escaped from the asylum and kidnapped me. haha. den i went, im going to grow up and realise that you're not my real mother and im going to kill you. and find my real mother and kill her too. den my mother was like, drama drama. haha.&lt;br /&gt;you know, like the csi episode. about erms, tammy. is this how you spell it? you know, that tammy girl. who was kidnapped when she was young and she grew up thinking that guy was her father. den she realised he was not and killed him. den her real parents found her and posted bail for her. but she skipped bail and eloped with her 'foster' father's ex-jailmate or something. in the end, she died. but thats another episode.&lt;br /&gt;well anyway, we finally found a wallet. and bought it. and bought this levis teeshirt for my baby cousin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the mrt was horrible too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am in love with last christmas!! :D haha.. i mean the song lar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;last christmas i gave you my heart. the very next day, you gave it away. this year, to save me frm tears.. im giving it to someone special...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im bananas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;this shit is bananas. b-a-n-a-n-a-s. this shit is bananas. b-a-n-a-n-a-s. a few times ive been around that track so it's not just gonna happen like that. cuz i aint no hollaback girl. i aint no hollaback girl...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in case you didnt know, thats hollaback girl by gwen stefani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i saw an accident yesterday. no one died. wheww. but there was this taxi which dashed thru even though it was redlight and hit this car in the front. and there was this guy, who was crossing the road happily. den he saw the taxi zooming towards him, he got a shock and started running. okay i know it sounds mean, but the whole scene was really funny. i was just staring at that guy, and the way he looked was super funny. like you could see his legs go jelly-ish for a few seconds before he ran away. the expression on his face was really funny too.&lt;br /&gt;okay im sadistic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846206-110395506499361943?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/110395506499361943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=110395506499361943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110395506499361943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110395506499361943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-dreaming-of-white-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-110378111898596805</id><published>2004-12-23T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T13:51:58.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. to humour my darling junior, rachel... i am typing an entry. in notepad. owing to my computer's annoying habit of restarting. which explains why im always poofing off halfway thru msn conversations.. but anyway... dont know when im going to actually post this entry so...&lt;br /&gt;blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have absolutely nothing to update about actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;rachel&lt;/b&gt;: EEK!! &lt;i&gt;gross.&lt;/i&gt; why would pple want to do that??? i mean, it doesnt really help does it. like if they wanna have sex they can just unpick the stiches or something? maybe not. but &lt;i&gt;OUCH.&lt;/I&gt; and seriously, which one would you prefer? having a needle stuck up in your vagina or someone else's body parts? wait a minute, dont answer my question... anyway, i do tag you a lot  k. go check your tagboard. i tagged!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im rambling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway, watched kungfu hustle with my parents yesterday. according to my dad, i was laughing &lt;b&gt;extremely loudly&lt;/b&gt; in the cinema. -hides face- and apparently, i have this annoying habit of slapping the shoulder of the person beside me when i laugh. and my legs go into spasm or something. ): apparently it's some kinda heriditary thingy since my father used to do that to his friends too. so...&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me of the time when i was watching this totally gruesome chinese horror movie and i was the only one laughing thruout the whole movie. im weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read this book. Head Games by mariah frederick. or something like that. the front cover looks really bimbotic. it's this closeup view of a girl with sexy lips and pearly white teeth. but the story's not that bimbotic. it's about this girl, judith, who thinks reality sucks [totally true] and she likes to play this online game. den shes like invisible in school because her formerly best fren, Leia, is currently ignoring her because Leia thinks that shes les or something because she kept bugging her during the hols. and leia thought so because judith was acting really weird because one night she was walking on the street when she got physically assaulted by this guy. well anyway, so den she realises that the boy next door, jonathan, was actually that person in the online game who almost 'killed' her. and jonathan is one of those.. bad guys who come from dysfunctional families and  smoke pot. well anyway, so she made frens with the jonathan guy and her mother was really worried and all... and blah blah blah and her mother was like talking to jonathan's parents and warning him to stay away frm her. and all that stuff and she befriended this girl called Katie who had a weight prob and also got dumped by her former bestfriends and had an obsession with creating stick thin girls with loads of boyfriends on SIMS. yeah. it's quite nice actually. to me.&lt;br /&gt;and i still cant find old magic. oh blearghh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im bored. extremely bored. really very very bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yep. CRYSTAL ROCKS. you know why?? because she help me burn True!!! YAYYYYY!!!!!  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and everybody's going on holiday. envy those pple who can go on hol for the whole month and all... &lt;br /&gt;gloria cheng is on hol. not really. i think shes coming back today.&lt;br /&gt;graceteh is in gold coast.&lt;br /&gt;gracetang is on hol.&lt;br /&gt;huimin ma'am is on hol.&lt;br /&gt;and many thousand other pple in the world are going on holidayyy.while  im at home rotting and fretting over that chinese book. i have absolutely no idea which book we're supposed to read and whether it's a test or a book review and all that. and also, SANA!!! i havent started on my assignments yet!!!&lt;br /&gt;and you wonder.. why the heck am i so bored??&lt;br /&gt;because im a lazy fella who refuses to get started on her homework!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and frappy keeps getting 7th in his races!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846206-110378111898596805?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/110378111898596805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=110378111898596805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110378111898596805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110378111898596805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2004/12/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-110351953634251543</id><published>2004-12-20T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T13:33:55.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate my layout. sighh. dont you hate it too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time coming&lt;br /&gt;And I can't stop now&lt;br /&gt;Such a long time running&lt;br /&gt;And I can't stop now&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear my heart beating?&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear the sound?&lt;br /&gt;Cos I can't help thinking&lt;br /&gt;And I don't look down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I looked up at the sun and I could see&lt;br /&gt;Oh the way that gravity turns for you and me&lt;br /&gt;And then I looked up at the sky and saw the sun&lt;br /&gt;And the way that gravity pulls on everyone&lt;br /&gt;On everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby its been a long time waiting&lt;br /&gt;Such a long long time&lt;br /&gt;And I can't stop smiling&lt;br /&gt;No I can't stop now&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear my heart beating?&lt;br /&gt;Oh can you hear that sound?&lt;br /&gt;Cos I can't help crying&lt;br /&gt;And I won't look down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I looked up at the sun and I could see&lt;br /&gt;Oh the way that gravity turns on you and me&lt;br /&gt;And then I looked up at the sun and saw the sky&lt;br /&gt;And the way that gravity pulls on you and I&lt;br /&gt;On you and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;gravity&lt;/b&gt; by embrace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846206-110351953634251543?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/110351953634251543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=110351953634251543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110351953634251543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110351953634251543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-hate-my-layout.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-110351895884659000</id><published>2004-12-20T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T13:02:38.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;this entry was written on 191204, sunday&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;roxanne&lt;/b&gt;: hello.. MERRY CHRISTMAS!! although im not really looking forward to christmas cuz it means that the hols are ending... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;rachel&lt;/b&gt;: the malay dance is very good!! unless you can dance very well... dont say it sucks!! and hey, you're so mean k... -boohoo- and duh. i am very obviously single. and theres no ahem. please do not listen to whatever rubbish &lt;i&gt;certain pple&lt;/i&gt; may say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;lihua&lt;/b&gt;: why you say i naughty??? )): hahas.. and sorry didnt go your hse yesterday. you come back so late one!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;xuewen&lt;/b&gt;: whooops. i think it's gel. haha. my spelling sucks. and it's true that you dont tag enough. and you know that your watch is with me what. sighh. i forgot that you're very blur. and you meano! i hate yoU!!! HRMPH. when is the class partee anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;crystal&lt;/b&gt;: hah.. i prefer true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;lorraine&lt;/b&gt;: i think you know what the magic words are... oh well. and is this better? or is it still as bad?? and er, thank you for the constructive feedback? i sound like a survey form.. oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;karen ma'am&lt;/b&gt;: hello!! haha.. errm.. shall go ask munching and huangzi and tell you tmr.. ((: and thanks for the cheesy hotdogs! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another week of the holiday has just poofed by... sighh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WATCHED THE OC FINALE!!&lt;br /&gt;it was extremely sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, &lt;b&gt;gracetan&lt;/b&gt;: the hallelujah song appeared in Shrek too right??.. haha just watched shrek. den was like.. isnt this that hallelujah song frm oc??&lt;br /&gt;oh maybe i got mixed up.. -shrug- dunno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway, seth rocked harder in this episode than the others.. because (1) he was such a good friend. i mean, he wanted to sell his boat to help theresa. (2)he was so sweet. he named his boat, Summer Breeze, after summer... (3) he helped me scold marissa!! YaYYY!! hahah.. he was saying that its all marissa's fault. because if she hadnt drag oliver [even though i liked oliver] into her messed up life, she wouldnt have broken up with ryan and ryan wouldnt have sex with theresa. but it's not exactly marissa's fault. but seth was just feeling very upset lar.. but he scolded marissa aka mischa barton so.. who cares. (4) he looked really cute when hes sad. okay it sounds weird but.. it's like.. a sad puppy? i dunno.. (5) as usual, despite the miserable circumstances, he still had his sense of humour. the front part he was like, maybe shes just kidding around or something like that. den he went "kidding. bad choice of words." hahas.. cuz you know the whole kid thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, it was really sad. i really pity theresa. but its really sad that ryan's gone. i mean, look at how kirsten cried. that part was really really sad. &lt;br /&gt;i hate caleb [is this how you spell his name?] and julie cooper. urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway kids, the lesson to be learnt from this episode is. DO NOT HAVE SEX. or if you do, at least wear a CONDOM. or take the pill. or put spermicide. or put the cap and diaphragm thingy. &lt;i&gt;*if you dunno what it's all about, refer to your sec2 science textbook...&lt;/i&gt; actually wouldnt it be best if you use all the methods? i mean, okay, so you put the spermicide, then the sperms will die. but since the spermicide isnt that good, most of them will survive. but they cant come out cuz of the condom. but what if there are like holes in the condom or what, and a few  come out.. okay and they swim up. den they cant get into the uterus because theres the cap. but if a teeny weeny sperm manages to pass thru the cap it wont fertilise anything because the pill prevents ovulation so there wont be any egg. see? tada! kinda like an obstacle course for the sperms.wonder if it'll work...  yahs.. but the bestest thing is DO NOT HAVE SEX. unless you're able to support your baby. i mean, it's a really really terrible thing to abort your baby.. so.. yah... plus apparently sex is very painful.. whoops. okay i shall shuddup now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*WARNING. THIS PART OF THE ENTRY MAY NOT BE SUITABLE FOR THOSE WHO ARE UNCOMFORTABLE ABOUT CERTAIN STUFF BUT IT'S JUST SOME GENERAL INFORMATION YOU MIGHT WANNA KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, i read an article. okay im not being gross. just informing you about some real stuff thats happening in the world. anyway, read an article. about in india, alot of young girls are sent to brothels by their own mothers. so anyway, they were like.. saying that virgins cost the most. den those 'old' ones whose like erms.. seasoned? do not fetch that much money. and by the time the girls hit twelve, they have to like sleep with men. so because erms, they're ahem. newly developed.. den the mothers have to like, stuff this plith?? the plant thingy into their vagina!! yes. apparently.. the moisture absorbed by the plant thing will cause it to expand. so the vagina will expand so that it'll be easier for the penis to enter. apparently, the men insist on it. and the process is damn painful, according to the article. i mean, duh right. but... yahs.. and it's really really sad. because they interviewed this girl. and she didnt want to be a prostitute but her mother was like.. threatening to starve her... and beat her and all that stuff.. it's not really her mothers fault. because it's like.. the women there. i mean they are uneducated. so they dont really know about all these stuff and to them, like the only occupation they can do is to sell themselves. and to them, it's like quite natural. i mean the poor pple only lar. den the girl whom they interviewed [she escaped frm the brothel by the way.. shes learning how to be a seamstress now.] said that there was this customer. this cab driver who was shocked at how young she was. he said that she was as young as his daughter.. yahs.. there are some shelters for girls like her you know. but they got not enough money. anyway, there was this girl whose seven. but she looks like three years old cuz shes got not enough food to eat.  she lives on the streets. yahs.. very poor thing right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*OKAY YOU CAN READ NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I EARNED TWENTY BUCKS TODAY. haha. just by standing around and waiting for a couple of hours. haha.. the christmas dinner thingy. was really boring. cuz we were supposed to usher pple into their seats. but those pple just went to their seats themselves so was like.. we were standing around. den they provided us with dinner also. hah. but we had to stand eating. ah wells.. so anyway, was really bored. the ex-ncos went. angie, karen and minqi ma'ams went. huangzi and i went.  munching and sinlin went. yah. so.. it was supposed to end at eightthirty. but as soon as the people got seated, we could leave. oh! and there was this weird old lady. she went on about refusing to register [but she was supposed to register to know where shes seating and all that] saying that she was forced to come. and she would rather not come. and saying some weird stuff. den angie ma'am was like, if you dont register you wont get a seat. den she was like, den i go home lor.. so we were all like.. "ermmms..." well anyway, so we made our way off at about erms, going to seven?? haha.. and munching and i stuffed the tags on this erms, ledge at the wall.. &lt;i&gt;shhh&lt;/i&gt; haha.. so anyway, we followed the ex-ncos. hahas.. cuz we didnt know how to get to the mrt station. it's quite a walk. well anyway, so we followed them..&lt;br /&gt; den munching suggested going to shop at the erms, izzit tiong bahru plaza?? well anyway, yahs.. so karen ma'am, munching, huangzi and i went shopping. haha.. so we went to this weird place which seemed to sell everything from softtoys to children's clothing to underwear to adult's clothing. oh this funny thing happened. haha.. okay so from afar we saw this bunch of boxes stacked on a shelf. there were holes in them. den karen ma'am was like, so cute. so  munching and i walked towards the shelf. and we burst out laughing. and karen ma'am was like denng. until we were like, "it's guys underwear." hahaha. okay it was really really corny. and munching was trying on all the hats. &lt;br /&gt;hahah. oh and we went to courts. haha. and you know those places where they sell video cam??? den outside the display. there'll be alot of video cams. den there'll be this screen and you'll see yourself there cuz one of the video cam is connected to the screen. yah, you know those kind?? den karen ma'am was like, twisting the vid cam until it filmed inside of the shop, at the salesman... hahaha. really corny. den the salespeople were like staring at us... hahaha... and munching asked for the nikon 3200 digi cam to see and she and karen ma'am [she had her own digi cam] were like taking pics. haha. oh den we walked around meddling with the cd players and stuff and munching almost knocked down this gigantic fan. haha. ohh and you know those huge screens where they show parts of movies?? den there was this chair and table in front of the screen. den it happened that the shanghai knights dvd was inside the vcd player. so we just sat infront of the screen and watched shanghai knights. hahaha. and karen ma'am was like, they will chase us away after ten minutes. so we were like betting.. if we can stay till ten minutes and they dont chase us away, karen ma'am will hafta give us like ten dollars worth of stuff. hahah. well, originally, she was supposed to treat us go watch movie one.. hahah.. but imagine, like four people. times eightfifty. quite ex right.  anyway, the pple really didnt chase us away! so nice!! haha.. so den huangzi had to go home.. so karen ma'am bought cheesy hotdogs for us before we went home. haha. but it's only three dollars. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. and im twenty bucks richer. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i reckon i shall have to go and buy the pug jelly cd with the money to erms.. compensate. really really sorry!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYBODY SAW A PUGJELLY  CD ON GRACETEH'S HOT PINK BIMBOTIC BAG ON SATURDAY DURING REDCROSS MEETING?? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846206-110351895884659000?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/110351895884659000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=110351895884659000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110351895884659000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110351895884659000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2004/12/this-entry-was-written-on-191204.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-110338226979838790</id><published>2004-12-18T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T23:04:29.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>figured that since im so bored, i shld do my christmas wishlist ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARA'S CHRISTMAS CRAVINGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;one.&lt;/b&gt;the beautiful letdown by switchfoot &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;two.&lt;/b&gt;power traxxx or something. click &lt;a href="http://www.power98.com.sg/pages/images/powertraxxx/powertraxxx.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;three.&lt;/b&gt;hot fuss by the killers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;four.&lt;/b&gt;just burn me the song True by ryan cabrera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;five.&lt;/b&gt;mean girls vcd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;six.&lt;/b&gt;csi dvd!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;seven.&lt;/b&gt;a scrapbook filled with pics of guys i like. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;eight.&lt;/b&gt;skeleton key by anthony horowitz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;nine.&lt;/b&gt;old magic by marianne curley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ten.&lt;/b&gt;a nice picture/sketch/drawing. of anything. for me to use as a layout!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;eleven.&lt;/b&gt;christmas cards!! it's the most basic thing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;twelve.&lt;/b&gt;a watch? mine's spoilt and im currently holding xuewen's hostage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;thirteen.&lt;/b&gt;electrico's cd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;fourteen.&lt;/b&gt;a library filled with books that i wanna read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8846206-110338226979838790?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/110338226979838790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=110338226979838790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110338226979838790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110338226979838790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2004/12/figured-that-since-im-so-bored-i-shld_18.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-110338225453584469</id><published>2004-12-18T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T23:04:14.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[[music playing: higher by creed]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time I talked to you,&lt;br /&gt;you were lonely and out of place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were looking down on me,&lt;br /&gt;lost out in space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laid underneath the stars,&lt;br /&gt;strung out and feeling brave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the riddles glow,&lt;br /&gt;watch them float away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down here in the atmosphere,&lt;br /&gt;garbage and city lights,&lt;br /&gt;you gotta save your tired soul,&lt;br /&gt;you gotta save our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn on the radio,&lt;br /&gt;to find you on sattellite,&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for the sky to fall,&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for a sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we are is all so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're falling back to me,&lt;br /&gt;the star that I can't see.&lt;br /&gt;I know you're out there,&lt;br /&gt;somewhere out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're falling out of reach,&lt;br /&gt;defying gravity,&lt;br /&gt;I know you're out there,&lt;br /&gt;somewhere out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you remember me,&lt;br /&gt;when you're homesick and need a change.&lt;br /&gt;I miss your purple hair,&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way you taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll come back someday,&lt;br /&gt;on a bed of nails awake.&lt;br /&gt;I'm praying that you don't burn out,&lt;br /&gt;or fade away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we are is all so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're falling back to me,&lt;br /&gt;the star that I can't see.&lt;br /&gt;I know you're out there,&lt;br /&gt;somewhere out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're falling out of reach,&lt;br /&gt;defying gravity,&lt;br /&gt;I know you're out there,&lt;br /&gt;somewhere out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're falling back to me,&lt;br /&gt;the star that I can't see.&lt;br /&gt;I know you're out there, oh.&lt;br /&gt;You're falling out of reach,&lt;br /&gt;defying gravity....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're out there,&lt;br /&gt;somewhere out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're falling back to me,&lt;br /&gt;the star that I can't see.&lt;br /&gt;I know you're out there,&lt;br /&gt;somewhere out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're falling out of reach,&lt;br /&gt;defying gravity,&lt;br /&gt;I know you're out there,&lt;br /&gt;somewhere out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're falling back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I know,&lt;br /&gt;I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're falling out of reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;somewhere out there&lt;/b&gt; by my lady peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;nat&lt;/b&gt;: no im not saying that... erms, just saying that i cant imagine you with extensions?? and i havent seen you yet. come for meeting!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;may may ma'am&lt;/b&gt;: hello... saw you today. hahas.. our drama was quite rubbish right?? and you left early!! it's like i turn around den suddenly you poof off liao. ohh hahas yahs.. johnny is such a weird name. haha. it sounds so... lecherous. like gloria. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;rachel&lt;/b&gt;: no. seth is hotter and hes definitely NOT a wimp!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;munching&lt;/b&gt;: hellO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;graceteh&lt;/b&gt;: YOURE MY ENEMY. i cant be your friend and foe at the same time you know.. and it's thanks to you that yvonne's heart is broken you evil pok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have something to confess.&lt;br /&gt;i havent watched the oc finale yet.&lt;br /&gt;everybody gasp!!!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;will watch it later. i taped it down. cuz i was watching oceans twelve in the cinema. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oceans twelve was... weird. weird in a funny way. it's quite funny at times. but at other times i dont really understand it. it's abit weird.&lt;br /&gt;george clooney was highly amusing. i dunno why. but hes expression is very amusing. &lt;br /&gt;brad pitt was.... yummylicious. &lt;br /&gt;matt damon was... funny and cute.&lt;br /&gt;and the rest of them were very cute too. i thought it was really amusing how they got all thrown into jail. den they were sitting there, looking really pathetic. haha. oh and matt damon's mother!! that part was funny.&lt;br /&gt;catherine zeta jones was... gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;julia roberts was... funny. especially that part. haha. okay the part im refering to is the part where... ok. so erms, george clooney and bradpitt and a whole lotta others got sent to jail. cuz of catherine zeta jones. well anyway, left with matt damon, and two other guys. so they were like... all the methods [of stealing this coronation egg] cannot.. den they were like listing out the different methods. den they'll be like "not enough people." blah blah "not enough pple." haha. its really corny. den so matt damon came up with this idea. so they showed this hotel guy answering the phone. then when he put down. he went. "Julia roberts is here!!!" hahas.. so it turned out that julia roberts' character in the movie was 'pretending' to be julia roberts in the movie. geddit? yah. so cuz julia roberts' is pregnant. so they were like stuffing this pillow into her dress den make her wear sunglasses. and the best thing is... they met bruce willis!!! hahas.. so bruce willis, playing himself, was like "Julia!!" den all that stuff. den the julia roberts in the movie insisted on seeing the coronation egg. den halfway thru she fainted. so then in the whole hussle, mattdamon and his folks stole the egg. they had this hologram thingy. so pple would think that the egg is still there. well anyway. so catherine zeta jones saw thru the whole thing. and went to ask for 'julia roberts's signature. den she was like.. dunno how to sign. anyhow sign. den bruce willis was like. erms... not her signature.. so they got busted. and ended up in jail. &lt;br /&gt;haha. so they were all sitting in one row. looking pathetic. well except for bernie mac. who wasnt with them. he  got caught long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had meeting today. was told to come at seven. ended up there at like, seven thirty. whoops. well anyways, was practising. but wangtaitai and i were far too sleepy to act. we were like.. falling asleep. well anyway, so blah blah. den pple came. den we changed into our costumes. RIBENA SHIRT!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPINESS IS A WORLD FILLED WITH RIBENABERRIES!!!!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway... we had to jell [however you spell it] up our hair i didnt need to.. heehee.. cuz i didnt bring my cheongsam and i was in my "illbred rogue" costume. so anyway, poor pple had to put sticky jell. den gloria!! hahas.. grace was trying to like, pull all her fringe to the back. so she looked more erms... guyish. haha. it was amusing. well anyway, so done with the jell. den practised a little bit. it was really really boring. and you know the last scene.. we shld change it you know. because i cant cry!!!!&lt;br /&gt;despite the fact that xuewen said the &lt;font size="2"&gt;magic words.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;b&gt;twice&lt;/b&gt;. and i didnt cry!! oh man. wo hao dui bu qi ni. &lt;br /&gt;so we didnt really have unit song. i think its quite weird you know. they cancelled always look on the bright side of life ): &lt;br /&gt;so we had rehearsals. the ncos came. i mean the ex ncos. and an exexex nco or whatever. oh!! and elaine came!! haha.. she came with eunice ma'am. den it's like. oh great. now i have to malu myself in an ex-schoolmate. I KEEP MALUATING MYSELF!!!! well anyway, the rehearsals. went quite badly. no one helped us shifted props. and xuewen!!! bleargh. but at least i didnt burst out laughing. even though the "my dear xiaochun" part was damn funny. gloria looked.. like she was going to eat me up. :S &lt;br /&gt;so yahh and blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. &lt;br /&gt;everytime i look at the malay dance, i'll feel like.. so proud. i mean, this is our juniors, dude. :D but den i'll feel sad too. cuz it's like.. we're the seniors, dude. and we're so screwed. while they're like... whooa.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeps.. eunice ma'am passed me this whole stack of notes before she left. thank you very much!!! haha. seriously i think we probably need it. seeing as how terrible we suck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i read the grim grotto!!! they met kit snicket!! so sad that the jacqueres guy died. cuz i like him. and count olaf is stuck with the carmelia spats. HAH. well anyway, huge thanks to melissa for lending me!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wheres teen idol? bleargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and a random question: guess what's my fav alphabet?? haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846206-110338225453584469?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/110338225453584469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=110338225453584469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110338225453584469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110338225453584469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2004/12/music-playing-higher-by-creed-last_18.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-110335331209345018</id><published>2004-12-18T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T15:12:27.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*GLORIA! IF YOU'RE READING THIS, TAG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im quite bored. i want a new layout. send me a picture or something somebody!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST "TWO" THAT YOU CAN HONESTLY&lt;br /&gt;THINK OF:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. PLACES&lt;br /&gt;a. home&lt;br /&gt;b. school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. FOOD&lt;br /&gt;a. hot sausage &lt;br /&gt;b. cheese pudding. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. SPORTS&lt;br /&gt;a. tennis&lt;br /&gt;b. badminton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. PERFUMES / cologne&lt;br /&gt;a. true star?? that beyonce one.&lt;br /&gt;b. errms....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. COLORS&lt;br /&gt;a. blue&lt;br /&gt;b. black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. SONGS&lt;br /&gt;a. motivation proclamation by good charlotte&lt;br /&gt;b. that thing you do by the wonders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. SEXY&lt;br /&gt;a. brad pitt. haha&lt;br /&gt;b. johnny depp. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. ENEMIES&lt;br /&gt;a. &lt;b&gt;grace teh&lt;/b&gt; -evil look-&lt;br /&gt;b. hilary duff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. CRUSHES&lt;br /&gt;a. abcdefghijk...&lt;br /&gt;b. lalalaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. NICE FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;* with the exception of graceteh, my friends are all nice!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. CRAZY FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;dunno..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. SINGLE PEEPS&lt;br /&gt;a. cara&lt;br /&gt;b. wee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. RELATIONSHIP&lt;br /&gt;huh what you mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. BROKEN HEARTED PeEPs&lt;br /&gt;a. yvonne. thanks to mr johnny "heartbreaker" yen. MWAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;b. aahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. FRIENDS YOU SHARE SECRETS WITH&lt;br /&gt;a. xuewen? &lt;i&gt;some not so important secrets only&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;b. nobody else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 .BEST FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;a. those who read my blog&lt;br /&gt;b. those who tag me. haha. see im so.. friendlY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. LOVED ONES&lt;br /&gt;a. my family, including those frm mother side, father side blah.&lt;br /&gt;b. abcdefghijk....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. YOU WANT TO HUG...&lt;br /&gt;a. lalalala&lt;br /&gt;b. lalalalalla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. YOU THINK OF BEFORE YOU GO TO&lt;br /&gt;BED&lt;br /&gt;a. another day of the holiday is going to poof away&lt;br /&gt;b. where the hell are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. GOING TO DO LATER&lt;br /&gt;a. slack&lt;br /&gt;b. slack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846206-110335331209345018?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/110335331209345018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=110335331209345018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110335331209345018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110335331209345018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2004/12/gloria-if-youre-reading-this-tag-im.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-110318050549617839</id><published>2004-12-16T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T15:01:45.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[[music playing: the innocent by good charlotte]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;little things, little things&lt;br /&gt;they always hang around&lt;br /&gt;little things, little things&lt;br /&gt;they try to break me down&lt;br /&gt;little things, little things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;they just won't go away&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little things, little things&lt;br /&gt;make me who i am today&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-little things by good charlotte &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;aud ma'am&lt;/b&gt;: whoops.. hahas okay erms, how about aud ma'am, the nice girl who offered to help them?? hahas.. i dunno leh. i dont think gloria went to the concert right. cant imagine her in a jolin tsai concert... -makes face-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ying min ma'am&lt;/b&gt;: hellO! im fine, how are you? hahas.. i never bully my juniors k! i was just erm, trying to convince them to go buy stuff from you.. haha.. take care too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;graceteh&lt;/b&gt;: WHAT??!! -burst into tears- stop bullying me you people!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;rachel&lt;/b&gt;: yes yes im updating.. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! my &lt;a href="http://racingfrogs.org"&gt;frog&lt;/a&gt; won third in a race and he earned fifty gold!! yayy im so proud of my beloved frog (: hahas.. hes currently six years old. and his name is Frappy. such a nice name right? i thought of it one. haha. okay. i had an older frog. but i retired him cuz hes racing skills sucked. heehee. hes called Frumpy. okay dumb me thought that the username meant the frog name. so my username became Frumpy. den in the end the username was the trainer's name which is me so it became Frumpy the frog trained by Frumpy the trainer. so it was really weird and since i kept screwing up his meals cuz i kept pressing the wrong things and caused him to have nothing to eat.. i retired him and created Frappy! [frog + crappy = frappy. geddit?] so it's now Frappy the frog trained by Frumpy the trainer.&lt;br /&gt;okay im dumb. my password is dumber. but i shant say in case some evil meanie hack into my account and kill off my beloved Frappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i am absolutely idiotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway, theres really nothing much to update actually. oh yes, TV!! the wonderful invention called the TV!!!&lt;br /&gt;as always, the shows that i watch were superb simply because i have exceptionally good taste :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;alias.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sydney finally found out what happened to her in the past two years! okay, so she found that cube thingy in the hotel safe right [refer to previous entries]. den suddenly this bunch of people came in and started analysing the cube and took it away. den sydney was protesting den her father advised her to go through whatever stuff she'd found. like evaluate all the clues. she was doing so when someone came into her apartment and shot her with a dart. she woke up in an airplane with this balding guy. i couldnt catch his name. so anyway, this guy told her that 'Julia thorne' had came to visit him and told him everything. turned out this doc had captured sydney, extracted pulp from her tooth to put into the pulp of this burnt corpse. so that people will think that the person who died in sydney's apartment is sydney. and he was trying to break her. and he thought he had broken her. he made her julia thorne. but turned out that when she was young, her father sent her to this training thingy so she learnt how to like resist mind control. so she pretended that she had changed. den after that, a few months later, she went to find that bald guy told him everything. turned out dickson knew too!! ok. den she was supposed to kill okay i dunno how to spell his name.. erms, larzeray???? well, sark's father. the russian guy. anyway, but she conspired with him. faked his death. so together, they got together and went on the search to find this guy's dna inside the cube. about some prophecy thingy. seriously, i know nothing about the prophecy. can somebody explain to me??!! anyway, sydney was the girl in the prophecy. den so the bald guy was saying that the baddies believed that there will be a son of okay this guy who made the prophecy. and this son is going to continue his father's work and unleash this great power. so they wanted the father's dna plus sydney [the woman in the prophecy]'s egg to fertilise together and create a baby. they already got sydney's dna. so they were trying to get the cube. den in the end they got the cube. cuz they embushed the bunch of pple that the bald man sent to analyse the cube. yeahs. something like that. then sydney destroyed the lab that did the fertilisation thingy. and rescued okay.. erms, larzeray??? okay i shall call him sark's father. anyway, yay. but when they exited the ambulance and got into the hospital. sark's father got hit by a sniper [or whatever you call it]! and guess who it is?? lauren reed. [micheal vartan's wife]  and the show ended there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;csi.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched this episode before. didnt watch finish the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;charmed.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt watch the whole thing too. just saw the front part where phoebe turned into this teenage phoebe. and the part where chris met his grandpa. wheee. turns out piper is going to die young ): so sad. well anyway, blah blah they solved the problem. and the ending part was piper looking at chris play with wyatt. isnt it weird? like your grown up younger brother playing with a baby you? if you know what i mean... but it was so sweet. the part where chris was playing with the baby and quite harmless wyatt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oc tonight. season finale. will miss seth ):&lt;br /&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/8846206-110318050549617839?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/110318050549617839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=110318050549617839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110318050549617839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110318050549617839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2004/12/music-playing-innocent-by-good.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-110299771602450915</id><published>2004-12-14T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T12:15:16.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;tt&gt;this entry was written yesterday, 131204&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;b&gt;may may ma'am&lt;/b&gt;: heys.. where have you been??!! hahas.. yay you're tagging (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;graceteh&lt;/b&gt;: yay. thank you for passing the cds :D [see, im so polite] and yeah, be nice grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;rachel&lt;/b&gt;: hahahas... i lurve weenie cuz it's so easy to say.. it sounds very whiney.. and erms, it sounds like my surname?? okay thats stupid. haha. EM ROCKS.  and yay, see i've got such good taste (: and you naughty girl, you never come the meeting today!! i shld have thrown your cd away and kidnap it or something.. hahas.. oh im addicted to this: THIS SHIT IS BANANAS. B-A-N-A-N-A-S. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;crystal&lt;/b&gt;: whoops.. sorree. hee..who went?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;nicole&lt;/b&gt;: haha yah. poor ken. hahahas.. oh dash is cooler! hahas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read life. that part about sly. haha.. i thought it was so sweet. the part where he dedicated "anjing" to "my friend", taufik :D yay. okay fine. i like him. but taufik's much better.. i think sly is just.. erms, nice. yeah. so dont get to happy, rachel. haha.&lt;br /&gt;oh gloria said that the spotlight was only on him. den the two friends frm his band playing in the background were in the dark. haha.. so funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeting today. AND I WENT, GRACE TEH. stupid fella. anyway, i got the cds!!! YAYYYY!!!! -beams- finally. after like, dunno how many weeks. haha.&lt;br /&gt;it was okay lar. i stayed till one. the erms, oh dear, i duno how to spell her name.. madeline???? anyway, the girl who helped in the ncos drama last year came to help us. yep. oh, and i exchanged roles with graceteh. whoops. i think i laughed too much at her. because now johnny yen has to say "my darling xiaochun, your face is like a flower.." that ultra gross line to me. :S i dunno seriously dunno...&lt;br /&gt;i bought a cheongsam!! and graceteh had to go and announce to the whole world its price. fine. okay it's very ex. but the cheapo ones look like those mamasan wear kind. but dont worry, erms, in case any ma'ams are like jumping up and down cuz it's going to take a huge chunk off the budget. im not going to claim it. yeah. see im so kind :D haha.. so now it's going to take a huge chunk off my pocket. and im prob going to have to wear the cheongsam for every single wedding dinner till it wears down or something. &lt;br /&gt;anyway, i went to school. just as they finished the talk. urgh. well anyway, yeah. so we slacked around a bit. listened to grace's ipod. i am absolutely obsessed with karma!! anyway, so we started acting. den i suggested me and grace change roles cuz we were getting absolutely bored. well, i was getting very bored with my role. so we exchanged. den they decided that the xiaochun role fitted me more. so den we went to ask the ma'ams and they agreed so.. yahs.. i've turned from a tai tai to this "ill bred rogue". oh poo ): den we had unit song. and we did. den jodie said that we looked sad instead of hungry. haha. okay. so i imagined myself eating jodie.. hahas.. okay this sounds biantai. i imagined myself eating the lemon chicken.. hahahas... well anyways, we were trying to get the note right for thank you for the music. was deciding whether to sing with front or back voice.. yahs.. so while the ma'ams were discussing.. some of us were.. ahem. distracted. hahas... so we started throwing fruits around. as in the fake fruits that mrs goh lent us. seriously, i dont think the ma'ams shld keep saying like "angela goh" sounds really rude. i mean, cant you like address her properly? like mrs goh. imagine if we went up to you and say "oie, -your name-" without saying the word ma'am. like really rude right. well anyway, so we started throwing fruits around. oh and sweegeok ma'am pulled a grape out of it's erms, stalk. hahas.. tsk tsk. oh yes, we got a new version of thank you for the music. it's called &lt;I&gt;THANK YOU FOR THE FISHBALLS&lt;/I&gt;. hahahas.. den at that part where it goes "what would life be? without a song or a dance what are we?" it's supposed to be "what would life be? without a fish or a ball what are we?" hahahas.. okay fine. dey said that i was obsessed with fishballs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;uncle, hows your balls?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.. okay im mean. &lt;br /&gt;den we had break.&lt;br /&gt;aud ma'am, grace ma'am and yingmin ma'am came. hahas.. so me being lame went. -addresses current ncos- "ma'ams!" -points to ex-ncos- "ma'ams!"&lt;br /&gt; hahas.. but we didnt diam. cuz they werent exactly here to visit us and all so... yeahs.. and during break. they came. hahas.. and they were like asking us to buy stuff. oh and there were this pair of really cute magnets. it's one boy and one girl. theres the cat one but it was bought by a pri sch girl. anyway, it was really really cute. so i erms, asked around if anybody wanted to buy a christmas prezzie for me. hahah. yay and gloria the NICEST GIRL IN THE WORLD bought it!! yayyy.. hahas.. i got the girl. she got the boy. hahas.. so we were like, two weeks later, exchange. i take the boy and you take the girl. haha. so funny..&lt;br /&gt;oh and erms, for my efforts in bullying pple to go and buy stuff, i got cookies free!! :D yay.. hahas.. thanks so much to grace ma'am, ying min ma'am and erms.. aud ma'am the free labourer. haha ((:&lt;br /&gt;yeah. den break was over... and blah blah. and i went home and went chinatown with my mum, grandma and funky grandad.&lt;br /&gt;hahas.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when is the series of unfortunate events coming out? oh yes, theres a count olaf website you know. haha. something like &lt;a href="http://countolaf.com"&gt;www.countolaf.com&lt;/a&gt;?? i dunno.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;a holiday ________________________ !!&lt;br /&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/8846206-110299771602450915?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/110299771602450915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=110299771602450915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110299771602450915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110299771602450915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2004/12/this-entry-was-written-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-110277661138562744</id><published>2004-12-11T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T22:51:39.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[[music playing: karma by alicia keys]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the thing&lt;br /&gt;We started out friends&lt;br /&gt;It was cool, but it was all pretend&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, since you been gone&lt;br /&gt;You dedicated, you took the time&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't long, till I called you mine&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, since you been gone&lt;br /&gt;And all you'd ever hear me say&lt;br /&gt;Is how I pictured me with you&lt;br /&gt;That's all you'd ever hear me say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since you been gone&lt;br /&gt;I can breathe for the first time&lt;br /&gt;I'm so movin' on, yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to you now I get what I want&lt;br /&gt;Since you been gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I put it, you put me on&lt;br /&gt;I even fell for that stupid love song&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, since you been gone&lt;br /&gt;How come I'd never hear you say&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be with you&lt;br /&gt;Guess you never felt that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since you been gone&lt;br /&gt;I can breathe for the first time&lt;br /&gt;I'm so movin' on, yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to you now I get what I want&lt;br /&gt;Since you been gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had your chance, you blew it&lt;br /&gt;Out of sight, out of mind&lt;br /&gt;Shut your mouth, I just can't take it&lt;br /&gt;Again and again and again and again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you been gone (since you been gone)&lt;br /&gt;I can breathe for the first time&lt;br /&gt;I'm so movin' on, yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to you (thanks to you)&lt;br /&gt;Now I get, I get what I want&lt;br /&gt;I can breathe for the first time&lt;br /&gt;I'm so movin' on, yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to you (thanks to you)&lt;br /&gt;Now I get (I get)&lt;br /&gt;You should know, that I get&lt;br /&gt;I get what I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you been gone&lt;br /&gt;Since you been gone&lt;br /&gt;Since you been gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;since you been gone&lt;/b&gt; by kelly clarkson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;GET WELL SOON!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is for my dearest junior, jacq, the poor girl who's stuck at home because she broke her leg at the playground and has throat infection.&lt;br /&gt;rest well and take care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched the encore telecast of singapore idol again. wanted to watch that part where someone threw that stick at ken lim. haha. i thought it was really funny. i missed it the first time round cuz i was busy reading 8days. and i missed it &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt; because i was reading a book. oh poof.&lt;br /&gt;taufik rocks!!! ((: and okay fine, sylvester is not bad lar. i dunno but i find him highly amusing...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAGS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;sonia&lt;/b&gt;: heys, really really VERY sorry that i didnt go for the class gathering!! anyway, i only caught a few episodes of one tree hill. cuz it's at such a weird timeslot and i keep forgetting to watch it. the last time i watch was chad michael murray ending up in hospital.. but... ah wells... hahas.. hes not that hot lar.i hated him in freaky friday. the horrible hair and the horrible singing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;gracetan&lt;/b&gt;: hahas.. ryan is not bad lar. but hes abit too sulky and.. not funny. SETH ROCKS!!! ((: yups.. that's greg sanders from the dna lab :D and i still havent gotten teen idol yet!! apparently it's with jodie or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;graceteh aka gloria's wife&lt;/b&gt;: HAHAHAHA. &lt;i&gt;grace teh is obsessed with gloria&lt;/i&gt; :D im saying this because you're going on hol and i wont be seeing you for a long long time!!! hahahaha.. so by the time you come back you'd probably forget so i'ma say somemore: &lt;i&gt;grace teh is obessed with gloria&lt;/i&gt;!!! oh wait, gloria is coming to school right. whooops. anywayyyy, yes, you are a gross pok. dont try to deny it. YES I KNOW WHAT A WEENIE IS. but im not gonna stop calling you a weenie. GRACE THE MEANIE WEENIE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;yengyie&lt;/b&gt;: hello!! see ya when school reopens!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;trang&lt;/b&gt;: hello.. happy hols to you too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;my dearie rachel [haha]&lt;/b&gt;: haiyo you soo mean. stop making fun of taufik's name lar!! first you had to call him tauf*k den now buttisah. sighhhs. and i dunno why but i lurve ryan cabrera's true!! and im not biantai k hrmmph. but nevermind, I LOVE MY DARLING RACHEL!!! hahahs... thank you soo much for lending me the cd (: &lt;i&gt;tick tock tick tock...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*note: love doesnt mean &lt;u&gt;in love&lt;/u&gt;, in case anybody *hints* is getting any strange ideas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;nicole&lt;/b&gt;: heys.. hahas.. yups. gloria? mr incredible? hahahah. and yvonne's heart must be breaking.. i mean, how could elastigirl not be her??!! heehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;aud ma'am&lt;/b&gt;: hello.. erms, ive already seen you.. and it was horrible today -cries- not saying that you're horrible just... oh wells.. you know what i mean right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;nat&lt;/b&gt;: i also got tag you k... my pic take very long to load meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;roxanne&lt;/b&gt;: heys... long time no see.. erms, hope your computer recovers so you can KEEP TAGGING ME!! haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally borrowed stormbreaker!!! ((: wheeee im in love with alex rider... hahas... i think he rocks lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drama was screwed. i shant say more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hols are poofing away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is so random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, the oc!!! rachel was going on about wanting strippers. and ahem excuse me, i am not a stripper okay? HRRRMPH. but it was very funny.. the whole catfight at the pool. i cant stand julie. shes a bitch. and teresa is pregnant. i seriously think she damn poor thing lar. first she had to get hit by eddie. den now shes pregnant. and she doesnt know who the father is. oh, and seth was super sweet lar.  hahas.. he and summer. and that part about him wanting to marry the hotel was damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jodie came back today. shes like black. hahas... and my hair got bullied by graceteh ): oh yes _blah blah blah blah_ and i wanted to pretend i was a teacher and _blah blah blah_ hahahs.. im censoring out some parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing to blog about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846206-110277661138562744?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/110277661138562744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=110277661138562744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110277661138562744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110277661138562744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2004/12/music-playing-karma-by-alicia-keys.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-110251850539773106</id><published>2004-12-08T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T23:08:25.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="2"&gt;*whatever happened to my pic??!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh. im gonna change my layout soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no one tagged. boohooo. you MEANIE WEENIES. hrmmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[music playing: true by ryan cabrera]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want another pretty face&lt;br /&gt;I don't want just anyone to hold&lt;br /&gt;I don't want my love to go to waste&lt;br /&gt;I want you and your beautiful soul&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I want to chase&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I want to hold&lt;br /&gt;I won't let another minute go to waste&lt;br /&gt;I want you and your beautiful soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that you are something special&lt;br /&gt;To you I'd be always faithful&lt;br /&gt;I want to be what you always needed&lt;br /&gt;Then I hope you'll see the heart in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your beautiful soul, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might need time to think it over&lt;br /&gt;But I'm just fine moving forward&lt;br /&gt;I'll ease your mind&lt;br /&gt;If you give me the chance&lt;br /&gt;I will never make you cry, c'mon let's try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy for wanting you&lt;br /&gt;Baby do you think you could want me too&lt;br /&gt;I don't waste your time&lt;br /&gt;Do you see things the way I do&lt;br /&gt;I just want to know that you feel it too&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing left to hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus 2X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your beautiful soul, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;beautiful soul&lt;/b&gt; by jesse mcCartney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya know, when i first saw the name like jesse mcCartney, i was thinking this erms, middle-age popstar.. erms, something like sting, but younger.. dunno.. maybe because of the whole mcCartney thing? you know, Paul mcCartney from the beatles... but i saw the vid. and he turned out to be like... &lt;i&gt;aaron carter&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; erms, yahs... maybe except that the jesse guy can sing better... &lt;br /&gt;was planning on putting his pic here, but den i couldnt find one nice enough so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, alias and csi were VERY NICE yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. so sydney, in the whole dream thing, saw will sitting next to this erms.. cereal box?? well anyways, so she went to find him. and erms, owing to the fact that im a new aliasfan i didnt have any idea who will was. but he turned out to be this quite cute guy who is really nice. okay. so erms, yahs.. den there was a whole lotta thing. and turned out that sark's father was alive and all and sark the evil pok went to kill his father. and he stole this thing from a safety deposit box in the hotel. oh yes, and sydney was there too. den in other to get into the hotel, they dressed up as "the next big thing" hahahas... so funny. so they were in those rockstars outfit. and the will was ultra funny cuz he was faking this accent. and went "im here, shes here. we're all here." hahaha. okay, heres his pic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.google.com.sg/images?q=tbn:5e1NHUbOnMcJ:www.ctv.ca/archives/CTVShows/images/20031202/Alias-insider-12022003/Will_235.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den the hotel guy was like "whats your name?" den sydney said "the next big thing". yahs.. so they went to the hotel and hacked into the system and went to the safety deposit box. but sark used a magnet to steal the thing. so sydney went after him while will went after.. okay i dunno how to spell her name ellison? you know the one who took francie's face. well anyway, WILL KILLED HER!! yayyy finally man. she finally died. okay i hope she did. because this aint the first time she got 'killed'. like sydney shot her wayy back two years ago. den she survived. den sydney stabbed her again. and she escaped frm the ambulance even though she "barely had a pulse" den now... i hope shes dead for good. cuz i really cant stand her. okay and sydney kicked sark's ass. and got the thing back. and sloane got this hitman to kill off lindsey?? erms, i dunno his name. that jerk who put sydney in that place and tortured her. lauren's boss. yeahs. and micheal vartan was supposed to be mean to sydney so that he wouldnt hurt her..yups. and the poor doctor. the professor who helped her in the dream thing was killed by sark. oh yes, and that student he was sleeping with, looked a lot like that girl from too fast too furious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. csi was nice too. they found this insect covered body and all. and turned out he was a person with down syndrome. yahs.. and he got killed by this cowboy. oh and the other one. it's like this porno director sent in this tape of him murdering a woman. and it was real. cuz according to cath "the arterial spray was real". so yups.. anyways, they did this analyse of the tape.. ARCHIE KAO!!! i think hes cute too.. anyways, and they found out who the laydee was. turned out she was HIV positive. and they found that asshole director who directed the porn film and he was like denying everything. and you know what nailed his ass?? he was HIV positive too. see, they took his blood. compared the dna of the virus in his body with the one in the laydee and it was the same strain or something like that.. so yups. it was confirmed that she passed it too him. you know how, cuz he slashed her throat.den all the blood was spurting out. den it went all over his face. virus got absorbed thru his eyes into the bloodstream and the rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i LURVE csi ((: the storylines are good. and it's like, they solve the case in one episode. unlike alias where, when it gets to the exciting part, you have a heart attack because the show ends. den you'll be like "damn." oh and the dialogue is good too. funny. hahas.. and the characters are great. except well, sara. but anyway, it was like cath, after telling the porno director all the HIV stuff, went "you killed her." den sara went "and she killed you back." hahahs.. funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charmed today was good too. not that stupid. CHRIS!!! -drools- hahaha.. ok chris is damn cute. bloody cute... he looked even hotter today. i dunno why. maybe because today was about him fading off. but he was so hot. hahahs.. okay. so piper and leo finally had sex. so chris could stay. yayyY!!!!! seriously, there are so many surprises in this season's charmed. first off, turns out wyatt is a big baddy. which is a pity because the baby wyatt is so cute den when he grows up, he looks like he just came from filming Gladiator. well anyways, CHRIS IS PIPER AND LEO'S SON AKA WYATT'S BROTHER. which is like even cooler. because at least one of their sons is cute. and good. i always thought chris was wyatt... whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was talentime meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i dont understand. why are you so mean? you're a MEAN MEAN MAN.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. i lurve this part of the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway, we had meetingtoday. morning. soooo few pple came. sighhx. den when i came to school, everyone was slacking. sighh. den we practised. and we did the props. seriously, no offence to anybody, but i thought that the person who did the props and costumes the other time was RUBBISH. because there were NO PROPS. and all the costumes looked like AH MA'S COSTUMES. except a few. well we added some extras and i told some pple to bring props blah blahh. and we NEEDED NICER CHEONGSaMS!!!! seriously, jodie's costume looked terrible. the only nice cheongsam is grace's outfit. &lt;br /&gt;speaking of grace, &lt;b&gt;grace teh is an ultra gross pok. she likes to strip naked  in front of everyone in  school.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe not naked.&lt;br /&gt;half-naked. but still... which is bad enough considering that THERE ARE SO MANY MALE CLEANERS IN OUR SCHOOL NOT TO MENTION THE CONSTRUCTION WORKERS WHO, HAVING MADE TO TOIL DAY AND NIGHT, ARE PROBABLY FEELING VERY HUNGRY. and im not talking about food. i mean you never know, males think of sex most of the time. no that im sexist or that im condemning sex but.. you know what i mean... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay anyway, i shant talk about RA stuff. this blog is rated PG. so let's keep to  the PG topics. such as, what happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, anyway, so we let them off for lunch at 10.30 which i thought was wayyy to early. but anyway, liqin, nat, grace and me stayed back in school. so nat was whining about craving for cup noodles. liqin wanted to stay in school to read her lishi book. you know, that he zhong xue shen tan li shi book. well anyway, grace teh stayed back with her. so i took a bus with nat to the petrol station to buy cup noodles [aint i nice?] yups. and we walked all the way back with nat carrying her tomyum noodles [&lt;i&gt;yummmiee&lt;/i&gt;] and spilling it every few minutes. hahas. by the time we got back to school, the noodles no longer looked nice. instead, the soup looked like red dye mixed with water. well anyway, so meeting started.&lt;br /&gt;presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;drama&lt;/b&gt;. it was.. plain. empty. boring. i talked too fast. i gestured too much. i forgot my lines. and i burst out into laughter. BAD. was like nagging at pple. GET DOWN ON STAGE NOW!!!! den they'll be like... stones. stones. talk talk. stones. den i'm like HURRY. and they're still stoning. -faints- grace tang was simply fabulous as johnny yen. gloria looked too bian tai. hahaha. she really looked very pervert. the whole LUSTING AFTER GRACETEH thing was far too real. if you know what i mean.. -nods- well anyway, i was laughing away at gloria. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ncos' dance&lt;/b&gt;. it was neater. better. but still needed some improvements. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;malay dance&lt;/b&gt;. they improved. &lt;u&gt;A LOT.&lt;/u&gt; YAYYY  -big round of applause- i mean, they took time out to practise and all that. see, thats what i call dedication to the work and wonderful role models. -beams-  sometimes i wonder where they get all that enthusiasm and dedication....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mass dance&lt;/b&gt;. not bad. but i still dont get the whole gun thing. it's just plain weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;unit song&lt;/b&gt;. seriously OUT OF TUNE. it's like, the harmonising pple were overpowering the melody pple. and i found myself singing the harmonising part which is not supposed to be becase im supposed to sing the melody!!! alot of pple werent here and they cancelled belle!!! sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yups. so thats about what happened. i guess. oh yes, taufik got like 62% and sly got only 38% [statistics may not be accurate due to failing memory] MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and we had this the incredibles family. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mr incredible&lt;/b&gt; is &lt;i&gt;gloria cheng&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;elastigirl&lt;/b&gt; is non other than &lt;i&gt;grace teh&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;*these two can never escape being husband and wife. teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;violet&lt;/b&gt; is &lt;i&gt;natalie&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;dash&lt;/b&gt; is &lt;i&gt;melissa&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;jackjack&lt;/b&gt; is &lt;i&gt;gracetan&lt;/i&gt; hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ednamode&lt;/b&gt; [??] is &lt;i&gt;me, carawee&lt;/i&gt; hahahaha. they wanted me to be elastigirl actually. but den i decided that the edna person is wayy much funkier. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;syndrome aka incrediboy&lt;/b&gt; is apparently &lt;i&gt;rachel darling&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8846206-110251850539773106?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/110251850539773106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=110251850539773106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110251850539773106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110251850539773106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2004/12/whatever-happened-to-my-pic-urgh.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-110251848170525885</id><published>2004-12-08T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T23:08:01.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;top five hottest guys on teevee&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[pics included]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.google.com.sg/images?q=tbn:JYoEjz4xDicJ:www.fan-sites.org/adam-brody/pics/hq/adam24.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adam brody from the oc. &lt;i&gt;duh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.google.com.sg/images?q=tbn:AEHyuAkhqrkJ:www.celebrity-exchange.com/celebs/photos56/benjamin-mckenzie.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;benjamin mckenzie from the oc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.google.com.sg/images?q=tbn:RIEDmbk79DYJ:www.charmed-media.net/images/drew.fuller/lq.drew.fuller.wb.all.star.2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drew fuller [chris] from charmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.celebstation.org/actors/eric_szmanda/thumb/80-12007-sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eric szmanda from CSI.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.google.com.sg/images?q=tbn:lybjjzaoJxoJ:www.thewb.com/THEWB/Images/Dynamic/i51/OT-CMMurray-D_2x3_240.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chad michael murray from one three hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, there are more but if i added these pple [such as micheal vartan, etc] there'll be an odd number so... yahs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*OH i finally realise why that erms, frizzy haired girl from one tree hill looks so familar. you know that blonde that i hate. hahas.. anyways, shes one of the hosts of trl!!  whee no wonder she looked so familar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846206-110251848170525885?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/110251848170525885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=110251848170525885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110251848170525885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110251848170525885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2004/12/top-five-hottest-guys-on-teevee-pics.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-110222387229935928</id><published>2004-12-05T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T13:17:52.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="2"&gt;happy&lt;/font&gt; belated &lt;font size="2"&gt;birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to XUEWEN AND SHONDA... happy birthday to you!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also to rosalind the MJ fan and maricelle, whom weirdly enough, i dreamt of last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny how gloria and i have the same birthdays and xuewen and shonda have the same birthdays. hahas.. dunno. just find it amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shonda's on holiday now. ): i wanna go on holiday too... -whines-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846206-110222387229935928?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/110222387229935928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=110222387229935928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110222387229935928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110222387229935928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2004/12/happy-belated-birthday-to-you-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-110222369345323445</id><published>2004-12-05T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T13:20:37.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the heart is a bloom&lt;br /&gt;shoots up through the stony ground&lt;br /&gt;there's no room&lt;br /&gt;no space to rent in this town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're out of luck&lt;br /&gt;and the reason that you had to care&lt;br /&gt;the traffic is stuck&lt;br /&gt;and you're not moving anywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you thought you'd found a friend&lt;br /&gt;to take you out of this place&lt;br /&gt;someone you could lend a hand&lt;br /&gt;in return for grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a beautiful day&lt;br /&gt;sky falls you feel like&lt;br /&gt;it's a beautiful day&lt;br /&gt;don't let it get away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're on the road&lt;br /&gt;but you've got no destination&lt;br /&gt;you're in the mud&lt;br /&gt;in the maze of her imagination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you love this town&lt;br /&gt;even if that doesn't ring true&lt;br /&gt;you've been all over&lt;br /&gt;and it's been all over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a beautiful day&lt;br /&gt;don't let it get away&lt;br /&gt;it's a beautiful day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;touch me&lt;br /&gt;take me to that other place&lt;br /&gt;teach me&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm not a hopeless case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see the world in green and blue&lt;br /&gt;see china right in front of you&lt;br /&gt;see the canyons broken by cloud&lt;br /&gt;see the tuna fleets clearing the sea out&lt;br /&gt;see the bedouin fires at night&lt;br /&gt;see the oil fields at first light&lt;br /&gt;and see the bird with a leaf in her mouth&lt;br /&gt;after the flood all the colors came out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a beautiful day&lt;br /&gt;don't let it get away&lt;br /&gt;beautiful day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;touch me&lt;br /&gt;take me to that other place&lt;br /&gt;reach me&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm not a hopeless case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what you don't have you don't need it now&lt;br /&gt;what you don't know you can feel it somehow&lt;br /&gt;what you don't have you don't need it now&lt;br /&gt;don't need it now&lt;br /&gt;was a beautiful day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;beautiful day&lt;/b&gt; by u2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;xuewen&lt;/b&gt;: of course :D i have good taste. hahas.. and the grouchy m&amp;m is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;gracetan&lt;/b&gt;: hey, whats wrong with dick lee?? hahas... and whats wrong with micheal j fox too?? hes cute okayy. okay he used to be cute. when he was younger. and he looks not bad now too what. wheeheee.. can lend me the princess diaries?? heehee.. i read sixsational liaos. thank you!! hahas.. and sorry for making you carry two hardcovers lars.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;shermin&lt;/b&gt;: heys... you take care too (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;melody&lt;/b&gt;: heys.. erms, everythings okay yahs..thanks. take care! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;rachel&lt;/b&gt;: hey, whats so pissifying about dick lee?? ah wells.. rachel the crazzee sly fan who sacrificed everything just to listen to mandopop just so that she could listen to sly ): sighh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got nothing to update.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846206-110222369345323445?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846206.post-110199385978910505</id><published>2004-12-02T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T21:24:19.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[[music playing: rumours by lindsay lohan]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;now can i get an encore do you want more&lt;br /&gt;what the hell are you waiting for?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lurvve the song ((:&lt;br /&gt;sorry will reply tags soon. im a lazy pok -hides face-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday night was history in the making. the first singapore idol was crowned. however, for the thousands of sly fans located all around this island, it would be remembered as the night that their beloved sylvester sim lost out to [the ever wonderful] taufik batisah. And perhaps as the night that they used up all their life savings voting for sly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall be extremely nice. i shant rub it in [i think i just did]. &lt;br /&gt;but please allow me a little scream for joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;TAUFIK BATISAH IS THE FIRST EVER SINGAPORE IDOL!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i shall refrain from mentioning anything about singapore idol for fear of shattering the fragile hearts of all sly fans reading this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont be too upset, in case you're feeling suicidal which is quite probable. it's not the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyways. been a long week. well not exactly. sorry i didnt go for the meetings on tuesday and wed, hence missing out on all the casting and stuff. ): i was sick. and so was my poor mummy who had to be admitted into the hospital. turns out that it was not the food. she had gastric flu. and my poor mummy had to go on the drip. again. it's her like, third time and i know that it is extremely painful as ive been thru it before myself. yes. so this was the reason i did not go to school. so for those at home shaking your head thinking that carawee is such a freaking slacker, think again.&lt;br /&gt;but anyways, shes better now lar. she was discharged on erms, tuesday evening. &lt;br /&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;thank you so much for caring nicole ((: yesh, oli got her revenge :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*a reminder to those who might have forgotten: it's xuewen's birthday on saturday!!! so remember the prezzies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas.. see im such a kind friend ((:&lt;br /&gt;ok i shall put my ego aside for once and spare you from my swollen-headed rantings [which are absolutely true by the way].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, sighx. i myself dunno what present to give ): ideas anybody??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they're watching a movie on saturday. first it was after the sunset -snorts- den they wanted christmas with the kranks -double snort-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no nice movies nowadays.. sighh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah wells no reason to keep typing on. nothing to update anyway.&lt;br /&gt;chao~&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/8846206-110199385978910505?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/110199385978910505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=110199385978910505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110199385978910505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110199385978910505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2004/12/music-playing-rumours-by-lindsay-lohan.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-110199260957215644</id><published>2004-12-02T20:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T21:03:29.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after lusting for so many people from shawn ashmore to the ultra disappointing joel madden, cara has turned her attentions to +gasps+ &lt;i&gt;lao ah peks???&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. maybe not exactly laoahpeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;top 5 hottest guys over the age of 30&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;[pics included]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.starhub.com/idol/images/p_j_dick.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dick lee. &lt;i&gt;ok maybe he looks really retarded in this pic and hes not exactly hot but hes my fav singapore idol judge okay.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://thm-b.search.vip.scd.yahoo.com/image/704310376"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brad pitt. &lt;i&gt;who could resist??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.google.com.sg/images?q=tbn:ZLBspvu65K0J:hem.passagen.se/pointofview3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;johnny depp. &lt;i&gt;yummy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.google.com.sg/images?q=tbn:sc84BJfTENAJ:movie.netnest.com.cn/dangan"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;micheal j fox. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.google.com.sg/images?q=tbn:7IUS-pCiqO0J:www.dionsocia.homestead.com/files/Eminem"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eminem. &lt;I&gt; hahas.. this is funny.. okay a nicer pic&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.google.com.sg/images?q=tbn:qhizuN3FeBUJ:biografieonline.it/img/bio/Eminem.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8846206-110199260957215644?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/110199260957215644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=110199260957215644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110199260957215644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110199260957215644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2004/12/after-lusting-for-so-many-people-from_02.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-110173792938448766</id><published>2004-11-29T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T22:18:49.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[[music playing: come home soon by pug jelly]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;grace&lt;/b&gt;: hello.. i dont lurve you!! hahahahas -sticks tongue out-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;xuewen&lt;/b&gt;: hey, im funkee too okay. i come frm a funky family so i must be very funky too right? ah whatever. hahahas.. &lt;i&gt;play the funkee music...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;melody&lt;/b&gt;: hey thanks for tagging ((: it's great talking to you too!! talk to ya soon... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;crystal&lt;/b&gt;: heyyy so much for tagging you everytime i go online... i forgot all about that.. whoops sorry.. heex. erms, i shld be going lar. are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sick. sniffs. i have a fever. and my mom is sick too. she has a fever too. hahas. doctor said it was food poisoning ): which is such a pity because i thought last night's dinner was quite nice. it was all canned food lar. haha. but it was nice okay. cuz i helped cook it (: oh no. maybe it's because i helped cook it. bleargh. but hey, im very hygenic one okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah. im talking rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;been sleeping and sleeping the whole day, after i came home frm school. sighx. and i was so plannning on returning my ultra overdued books ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, theres nothing really much to update about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, a huge thanks to MAY MAY MA'AM AND SOOLING MA'AM!! hahas.. may may ma'am straightened her hair (: she looks chio-er.. hahas.. and i got my 2nd encore. and me being so nice and all, went to burn encore for grace. but she had to go piss me off by greeting me with a smack on the head. so i gave the cd to xuewen instead. hahaha. too bad grace. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im mean.&lt;br /&gt;blah.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, realised why the album came so early. because it was leaked or something. den em had to release the album early. lala interviewed him on trl today. she was in detroit. anyway, the trl that we watch in singapore is seriously outdated lar. the episode i watched today was like the 6th nov or something one. which is like slow. sighhh. cant wait to see i just wanna live. i tried watching it online. but den it hung and i couldnt see anything except blurrs. sigh. same with the mosh vid. bleargh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i have such lousy computers??!! -frustrated look-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;keep falling away keep falling away&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yay!! i can see my blog in the lousy computer!! :D it's not that lousy afterall...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846206-110173792938448766?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/110173792938448766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=110173792938448766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110173792938448766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110173792938448766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2004/11/music-playing-come-home-soon-by-pug.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-110164351023769909</id><published>2004-11-28T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T20:05:10.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If I had to life without you near me&lt;br /&gt;The days would all be empty&lt;br /&gt;The nights would seem so long&lt;br /&gt;With you I see forever oh so early&lt;br /&gt;I might have been in love before&lt;br /&gt;But it never felt this strong&lt;br /&gt;Our dreams are young and we both know&lt;br /&gt;They'll take us where we want to go&lt;br /&gt;Hold me now, touch me now&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to live without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my love for you&lt;br /&gt;You oughta know by now how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;One thing you can be sure of&lt;br /&gt;I'll never ask for more than your love&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my love for you&lt;br /&gt;You oughta know by now how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;The world may change my whole life through&lt;br /&gt;But nothing's gonna change my love for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the road ahead is not so easy&lt;br /&gt;Our love will lead the way for us&lt;br /&gt;Like a guiding star&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you if you should need me&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to change a thing&lt;br /&gt;I love you just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;So come with me and share the view&lt;br /&gt;I'll help you see forever too&lt;br /&gt;Hold me now, touch me now&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to live without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;nothing's gonna change my love for you&lt;/b&gt; by george benson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my baby cousin's fav song. hahahs.. well, erms, apart from all those baby songs..&lt;br /&gt;he keeps singing it. and the way he sings it is like super funny. hahahs.. so cute right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im boredd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846206-110164351023769909?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/110164351023769909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=110164351023769909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110164351023769909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110164351023769909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2004/11/if-i-had-to-life-without-you-near-me.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-110155928986272021</id><published>2004-11-27T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T20:41:29.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America&lt;br /&gt;And to the Republic for which it stands&lt;br /&gt;One nation under God&lt;br /&gt;Indivisible&lt;br /&gt;[People, It feels so good to be back..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Scrutinize every word, memorize every line&lt;br /&gt;I spit it once, refuel, reenergize, and rewind&lt;br /&gt;I give sight to the blind, mind my sight through the mind&lt;br /&gt;I ostracize my right to express when I feel it's time&lt;br /&gt;It's just all in your mind, what you interpret it as&lt;br /&gt;I say to fight you take it as I’m gonna whip someone's ass&lt;br /&gt;If you don't understand don't even bother to ask&lt;br /&gt;A father who has grown up with a fatherless past&lt;br /&gt;Who has blown up now to rap phenomenon that has&lt;br /&gt;Or at least shows no difficulty multi task&lt;br /&gt;And juggling both, perhaps mastered his craft slash&lt;br /&gt;Entrepreneur who has held long too few more rap acts&lt;br /&gt;Who has had a few obstacles thrown his way through the last half&lt;br /&gt;Of his career typical manure moving past that&lt;br /&gt;Mister kiss his ass crack, he's a class act&lt;br /&gt;Rubber band man, yea he just snaps back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come along, follow me as I lead through the darkness&lt;br /&gt;As I provide just enough spark, that we need to proceed&lt;br /&gt;Carry on, give me hope, give me strength,&lt;br /&gt;Come with me, and I won't steer you wrong&lt;br /&gt;Put your faith and your trust as I guide us through the fog&lt;br /&gt;Till the light, at the end, of the tunnel, we gonna fight,&lt;br /&gt;We gonna charge, we gonna stomp, we gonna march through the swamp&lt;br /&gt;We gonna mosh through the marsh, take us right through the doors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the people up top, on the side and the middle,&lt;br /&gt;Come together, let's all bomb and swamp just a little&lt;br /&gt;Just let it gradually build, from the front to the back&lt;br /&gt;All you can see is a sea of people, some white and some black&lt;br /&gt;Don't matter what color, all that matters is we gathered together&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate for the same cause, no matter the weather&lt;br /&gt;If it rains let it rain, yea the wetter the better&lt;br /&gt;They ain't gonna stop us, they can't, we're stronger now more then ever,&lt;br /&gt;They tell us no we say yea, they tell us stop we say go,&lt;br /&gt;Rebel with a rebel yell, raise hell we gonna let em know&lt;br /&gt;Stomp, push up, mush, fuck Bush, until they bring our troops home come on just . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come along, follow me as I lead through the darkness&lt;br /&gt;As I provide just enough spark, that we need to proceed&lt;br /&gt;Carry on, give me hope, give me strength,&lt;br /&gt;Come with me, and I won't steer you wrong&lt;br /&gt;Put your faith and your trust as I guide us through the fog&lt;br /&gt;Till the light, at the end, of the tunnel, we gonna fight,&lt;br /&gt;We gonna charge, we gonna stomp, we gonna march through the swamp&lt;br /&gt;We gonna mosh through the marsh, take us right through the doors, come on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine it pouring, it's raining down on us,&lt;br /&gt;Mosh pits outside the oval office&lt;br /&gt;Someone's trying to tell us something, maybe this is God just saying&lt;br /&gt;we're responsible for this monster, this coward, that we have empowered&lt;br /&gt;This is Bin Laden, look at his head nodding,&lt;br /&gt;How could we allow something like this, Without pumping our fist&lt;br /&gt;Now this is our, final hour&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the voice, and your strength, and your choice&lt;br /&gt;Let me simplify the rhyme, just to amplify the noise&lt;br /&gt;Try to amplify the times it, and multiply it by six&lt;br /&gt;Teen million people are equal of this high pitch&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we can reach Al Quaida through my speech&lt;br /&gt;Let the President answer on high anarchy&lt;br /&gt;Strap him with AK-47, let him go&lt;br /&gt;Fight his own war, let him impress daddy that way&lt;br /&gt;No more blood for oil, we got our own battles to fight on our soil&lt;br /&gt;No more psychological warfare to trick us to think that we ain't loyal&lt;br /&gt;If we don't serve our own country we're patronizing a hero&lt;br /&gt;Look in his eyes, it's all lies, the stars and stripes&lt;br /&gt;They've been swiped, washed out and wiped,&lt;br /&gt;And Replaced with his own face, mosh now or die&lt;br /&gt;If I get sniped tonight you'll know why, because I told you to fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come along, follow me as I lead through the darkness&lt;br /&gt;As I provide just enough spark, that we need to proceed&lt;br /&gt;Carry on, give me hope, give me strength,&lt;br /&gt;Come with me, and I won't steer you wrong&lt;br /&gt;Put your faith and your trust as I guide us through the fog&lt;br /&gt;Till the light, at the end, of the tunnel, we gonna fight,&lt;br /&gt;We gonna charge, we gonna stomp, we gonna march through the swamp&lt;br /&gt;We gonna mosh through the marsh, take us right through the doors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as we proceed, to mosh through this desert storm, in these closing statements, if they should argue, let us beg to differ, as we set aside our differences, and assemble our own army, to disarm this weapon of mass destruction that we call our president, for the present, and mosh for the future of our next generation, to speak and be heard, Mr. President, Mr. Senator [can you hear us? giggles]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mosh&lt;/b&gt; by eminem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;why are you so mean? you're a mean mean man&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahas... em sounds so whiny on Big Weenie. i was informed that weenie means a guy's [the following word has been censored for the benefit of innocent people who gets squirmy when body parts are mentioned]  so now, graceteh the evil pig has a new name: meanie weenie. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blahh felt quite depressed yesterday. feeling a little less depressed today so i shall write a happier entry. actually, we shldnt get depressed you know. whats the point of spending each and every single moment of your life being depressed den die sadly? i mean shldnt you like treasure everymoment and be happy so that you'll die a happy person? i dunno... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much happened yesterday. oh we celebrated my auntie and cousin's birthday. like both mother and son. hahas... and guess what my mom and i gave my auntie? heehee -cheeky grin- we gave her this &lt;b&gt;red colour g-string&lt;/b&gt; ((: hahas.. hey it looked sexy okayy hahas.. it looks kinda nice except for the fact that i can never figure out how pple can wear g-strings. i mean, wouldnt it be so uncomfortable? okay, i shall stop being biantai and stop discussing about underwear. but seriously, the gstring was nice. it's got all the erms, dangly stuffs.. hahas.. oh and my uncle who is ultra talented went to like wrap it in this way so that it looks like a necklace. okay, i shall try to describe it to you. erms, so it's a gstring. den at the back at the top part, there's like all the erms, jewels and stuffs. so he like wrapped it in a way that when you open the box, you can only see the jewel so it looks like a necklace. and before she opened the present, we were like "do you promise to wear it and show us?" hahahs.. ah wells...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i watched Shutter with my cousins today. :S it was creepy. super creepy. i spent half the time hiding behind my fingers. hahas.. was looking thru a gap in my fingers, hence i could only see like the bottom part of the screen. so i couldnt see the ghost so it wasnt that scary. hahahs.. but the sound effects alone were scary enough. and den pple were like screaming. den there were a couple of irritating jerks who like pretending to scream den scare pple. ah wells.. and i accidentally screamed. -hides face- i mean, the ghost just suddenly stuck her head out. den i got a shocked and just screamed. whooops. but seriously, the lead actor looked a lot like pierre png. oh however you spell his name. &lt;br /&gt;oh and my cousin, remembering the last time she watched a horror movie [gothika] with me [i spilt ice lemon tea on her jeans, caused a popcorn shower to happen and accidentally dipped my hand into the nachos cheese before accidentally wiping it on her and almost killed her hand], had to hide the nachos and icelemon tea before the show started. hahas.. ah wells. im so loser right. well anyways, erms, no food incidents happened and i barely squashed her fingers. so it was okay. just that we were sitting at the second row. and it was bloody hard to see. &lt;br /&gt;anyways, the movie was scary lar. the whole neck thing was just plain freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my books are long overdue. but im lazy to go return them. HOW?? blah. ive alr got so many fines. ):&lt;br /&gt;im such a worm. urgh. i hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hatemyself. i havent done anything constructive during this holiday. just been slacking. and no matter how much i try to convince myself that xiu xi shi wei lar zou gen chang de lu [erms, rest is to walk a longer distance?] the fact remains that im such a disgusting slacker. urgh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;want to change my layout. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846206-110155928986272021?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/110155928986272021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=110155928986272021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110155928986272021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110155928986272021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-pledge-allegiance-to-flag-of-united.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-110155674248041596</id><published>2004-11-27T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T19:59:02.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;tt&gt;this entry was written on 251104, thurs, so some of the stuff are pretty outdated&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;this entire entry, including the song, is specially dedicated to grace teh:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i just a little baby boy,&lt;br /&gt;My momma used to tell me these crazy things&lt;br /&gt;She used to tell me my daddy was an evil man,&lt;br /&gt;She used to tell me he hated me&lt;br /&gt;But then i got a little bit older&lt;br /&gt;And i realized, she was the crazy one&lt;br /&gt;But there was nothin i could do or say to try to change it&lt;br /&gt;Cause that's just the way she was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said i can't rap about bein broke no more&lt;br /&gt;They ain't say i can't rap about coke no more&lt;br /&gt;(ahhh!) slut, you think i won't choke no whore&lt;br /&gt;Til the vocal cords don't work in her throat no more?!&lt;br /&gt;(ahhh!) these motherfuckers are thinkin i'm playin&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin i'm sayin the shit cause i'm thinkin it just to be sayin it&lt;br /&gt;(ahhh!) put your hands down bitch, i ain't gon' shoot you&lt;br /&gt;I'ma pull +you+ to this bullet, and put it through you&lt;br /&gt;(ahhh!) shut up slut, you're causin too much chaos&lt;br /&gt;Just bend over and take it like a slut, okay ma?&lt;br /&gt;"oh, now he's raping his own mother, abusing a whore,&lt;br /&gt;Snorting coke, and we gave him the rolling stone cover?"&lt;br /&gt;You god damn right bitch, and now it's too late&lt;br /&gt;I'm triple platinum and tragedies happen in two states&lt;br /&gt;I invented violence, you vile venomous volatile bitches&lt;br /&gt;Vain vicadin, vrinnn vrinnn, vrinnn! {*chainsaw revs up*}&lt;br /&gt;Texas chainsaw, left his brains all&lt;br /&gt;Danglin from his neck, while his head barely hangs on&lt;br /&gt;Blood, guts, guns, cuts&lt;br /&gt;Knives, lives, wives, nuns, sluts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus: eminem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch i'ma kill you! you don't wanna fuck with me&lt;br /&gt;Girls neither - you ain't nuttin but a slut to me&lt;br /&gt;Bitch i'ma kill you! you ain't got the balls to beef&lt;br /&gt;We ain't gon' never stop beefin i don't squash the beef&lt;br /&gt;You better kill me! i'ma be another rapper dead&lt;br /&gt;For poppin off at the mouth with shit i shouldn'ta said&lt;br /&gt;But when they kill me - i'm bringin the world with me&lt;br /&gt;Bitches too! you ain't nuttin but a girl to me&lt;br /&gt;.. i said you don't, wanna fuck with shady (cause why?)&lt;br /&gt;Cause shady, will fuckin kill you (ah-haha)&lt;br /&gt;I said you don't, wanna fuck with shady (why?)&lt;br /&gt;Cause shady, will fuckin kill you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[eminem]&lt;br /&gt;Bitch i'ma kill you! like a murder weapon, i'ma conceal you&lt;br /&gt;In a closet with mildew, sheets, pillows and film you&lt;br /&gt;Buck with me, i been through hell, shut the hell up!&lt;br /&gt;I'm tryin to develop these pictures of the devil to sell 'em&lt;br /&gt;I ain't "acid rap," but i rap on acid&lt;br /&gt;Got a new blow-up doll and just had a strap-on added&lt;br /&gt;Whoops! is that a subliminal hint? no!&lt;br /&gt;Just criminal intent to sodomize women again&lt;br /&gt;Eminem offend? no! eminem insult&lt;br /&gt;And if you ever give in to him, you give him an impulse&lt;br /&gt;To do it again, then, if he does it again&lt;br /&gt;You'll probably end up jumpin out of somethin up on the 10th&lt;br /&gt;(ahhhhhhhh!) bitch i'ma kill you, i ain't done this ain't the chorus&lt;br /&gt;I ain't even drug you in the woods yet to paint the forest&lt;br /&gt;A bloodstain is orange after you wash it three or four times&lt;br /&gt;In a tub but that's normal ain't it norman?&lt;br /&gt;Serial killer hidin murder material&lt;br /&gt;In a cereal box on top of your stereo&lt;br /&gt;Here we go again, we're out of our medicine&lt;br /&gt;Out of our minds, and we want in yours, let us in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus (first line starts "or i'ma kill you!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[eminem]&lt;br /&gt;Eh-heh, know why i say these things?&lt;br /&gt;Cause lady's screams keep creepin in shady's dreams&lt;br /&gt;And the way things seem, i shouldn't have to pay these shrinks&lt;br /&gt;This eighty g's a week to say the same things tweece!&lt;br /&gt;Twice? whatever, i hate these things&lt;br /&gt;Fuck shots! i hope the weed'll outweigh these drinks&lt;br /&gt;Motherfuckers want me to come on their radio shows&lt;br /&gt;Just to argue with 'em cause their ratings stink?&lt;br /&gt;Fuck that! i'll choke radio announcer to bouncer&lt;br /&gt;From fat bitch to off seventy-thousand pounds of her&lt;br /&gt;From principal to the student body and counselor&lt;br /&gt;From in-school to before school to out of school&lt;br /&gt;I don't even believe in breathin i'm leavin air in your lungs&lt;br /&gt;Just to hear you keep screamin for me to seep it&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i'm ready to go play&lt;br /&gt;I got the machete from o.j.&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to make everyone's throats ache&lt;br /&gt;You faggots keep eggin me on&lt;br /&gt;Til i have you at knifepoint, then you beg me to stop?&lt;br /&gt;Shut up! give me your hands and feet&lt;br /&gt;I said shut up when i'm talkin to you&lt;br /&gt;You hear me? answer me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus (first line starts "or i'ma kill you!"&lt;br /&gt;Ninth line starts "bitch i'ma kill you!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[eminem]&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, i'm just playin ladies&lt;br /&gt;You know i love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;kill you&lt;/b&gt; by eminem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the title totally describes what i feel like doing to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah, i shall be nice.&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, look at her tag. does she deserve to be nice to? no. URGGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously i think grace is very weird. let's make a list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;ten things weird about grace&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; [this list is compiled with the help of grace teh herself]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one. she has very weird friends  with the exception of me, who is of course, the nicest girl in the world :D [HAH]&lt;br /&gt;two. shes ultra temperamental&lt;br /&gt;three. she has weird taste.&lt;br /&gt;four. she is bisexual. [she lurves gloria]&lt;br /&gt;five. she drives herself crazy by joining too many ccas. &lt;br /&gt;six. she tries too hard to be an overachiever.&lt;br /&gt;seven. she is forever trying to act cute.&lt;br /&gt;eight. she likes bitching about herself.&lt;br /&gt;nine. her ringtone sounds weird.&lt;br /&gt;ten. she loves to matchmake her friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayy.. ah whatever. im crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&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/8846206-110155674248041596?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/110155674248041596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=110155674248041596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110155674248041596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110155674248041596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2004/11/this-entry-was-written-on-251104-thurs.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-110144738638351635</id><published>2004-11-26T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T13:36:26.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO JODIE!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to you happy birthday to you happy birthday to jodie nggggg happy birthday to you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: sorry will reply tags and sign guestbooks asap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846206-110144738638351635?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/110144738638351635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=110144738638351635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110144738638351635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110144738638351635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2004/11/happy-birthday-to-jodie-happy-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-110144713863231160</id><published>2004-11-26T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T13:32:18.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#6666FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;cara feels...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:qKJriqo-4xQJ:www.bsu.edu/web/hkvanorder/sad_face.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's been a screwed up day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up feeling nausea. den went to school. grace came with the cloth. den realised that the paint spray not enough. den it started raining. den we had nothing to do. den grace was pissed off. gloria was ultra frustrated. and i was... disgustingly irritating. den got a whole lotta stuff mixed up. and everything's just screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;we're terrible seniors. we screw up everything. we screwed up sec1 poc. we screwed up sec2 talentime. and now, we're screwing up sec3 and2s drama which is like the only item some of us are taking part in...&lt;br /&gt;so basically, we're just a bunch of screwed up losers.&lt;br /&gt;even the sec2s are more organised than us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den i didnt go for jodie's birthday celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my baby cousin is annoying me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGHHH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have a feeling i've just ruined _ so that's me, the great ruiner. the one and only Ms Screw Up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haizzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, but the day was made better with presents (: hahas..&lt;br /&gt;A GIGANTIC THANK YOU TO SHIFAN MA'AM who gave me an ultra belated birthday present. hee (; but nvm, it's the thought that counts right? hahas... she gave me encore (:&lt;br /&gt;and may may ma'am and sooling ma'am are giving me something on monday. (: they're giving me encore.&lt;br /&gt;hahahs.. so i've got two encores. ah wells.. &lt;br /&gt;but seriously, it's the thought that counts so... thank you so much!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#6666FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i suppose there goes the cds sighx..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: wrote a graceisweird entry.. hahas.. still in the other lousy computer, shall post it asap. hahahas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846206-110144713863231160?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/110144713863231160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=110144713863231160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110144713863231160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110144713863231160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2004/11/cara-feels_26.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-110129257447673371</id><published>2004-11-24T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T18:36:14.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to fulfil my role as a transfer agent and to kill time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;10 things you might wanna know about drugs:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ways to say 'No': give excuses, change the topic, etc.&lt;br /&gt;2. heroin is the most commonly used drug in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;3. ketamine is also known as kitkat, special k, vitamin k, KFC, etc.&lt;br /&gt;4. Golden Triangle consists of Myanmar, Thailand and Laos. [china also included because of Yunnan]&lt;br /&gt;5. Did ya know that, in Yunnan [ok, is this how you spell it], even those as young as three years old smoke?? &lt;br /&gt;6. Golden Cresent consists of Iran, Pakistan and Afghanistan.&lt;br /&gt;7. SANA's mission is to mobilise our community against drug abuse and strive towards a drug-free Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;8. SANA was formed in 1972. it is a non-government welfare organization.&lt;br /&gt;9. drugs are substances which, when taken, modify one or more body functions.&lt;br /&gt;10. Trafficking includes: to sell, send, deliver, distribute, transport, give or administer drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i shld just start on the practical assignments. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846206-110129257447673371?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/110129257447673371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=110129257447673371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110129257447673371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110129257447673371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2004/11/to-fulfil-my-role-as-transfer-agent.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-110122725195784627</id><published>2004-11-24T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T00:27:31.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[[music playing: if i am by nine days]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uno, dos, tres, catorce&lt;br /&gt;(Turn it up loud, captain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights go down&lt;br /&gt;It's dark, the jungle is&lt;br /&gt;Your head can't rule your heart&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling so much stronger&lt;br /&gt;Than I thought&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes are wide&lt;br /&gt;And though your soul&lt;br /&gt;It can't be bought&lt;br /&gt;Your mind can wander&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, hello (¡Hola!)&lt;br /&gt;I'm at a place called Vertigo (¿Dónde está?)&lt;br /&gt;It's everything I wish I didn't know&lt;br /&gt;Except you give me something&lt;br /&gt;I can feel, feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night is full of holes&lt;br /&gt;These bullets rip the sky&lt;br /&gt;Of ink with gold&lt;br /&gt;They twinkle as the boys&lt;br /&gt;Play rock and roll&lt;br /&gt;They know that they can't dance&lt;br /&gt;At least they know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand the beats&lt;br /&gt;I'm asking for the check&lt;br /&gt;The girl with crimson nails&lt;br /&gt;Has Jesus around her neck&lt;br /&gt;Swinging to the music&lt;br /&gt;Swinging to the music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, hello (¡Hola!)&lt;br /&gt;I'm at a place called Vertigo (¿Dónde está?)&lt;br /&gt;It's everything I wish I didn't know&lt;br /&gt;But you give me something&lt;br /&gt;I can feel, feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Checking it)&lt;br /&gt;(Shadows fall)&lt;br /&gt;(She'll make it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this, all of this can be yours&lt;br /&gt;All of this, all of this can be yours&lt;br /&gt;All this, all of this can be yours&lt;br /&gt;Just give me what I want&lt;br /&gt;And no one gets hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, hello (¡Hola!)&lt;br /&gt;We're at a place called Vertigo (¿Dónde está?)&lt;br /&gt;Lights go down, and all I know&lt;br /&gt;Is that you give me something&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your love teaching me how&lt;br /&gt;Your love is teaching me how&lt;br /&gt;How to kneel, kneel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;vertigo&lt;/b&gt; by U2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LURVE AUD MA'AM!!! for tagging so many times :D hahas&lt;br /&gt;hey! how could you refuse to tag??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;may may ma'am&lt;/b&gt;: hey how could you go anti-cara?? sobs. hahas.. yayy you agree ((: ah wells everyone has their own idol. i think sly should go to the chinese industry. he'll prob get laughed at for his diction if he sings eng songs or something... but imagine if like world idol, den hes like speaking weirdly. den pple will be thinking how come singaporeans cant speak english... ah wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;nicole&lt;/b&gt;: hey nicole.. HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!! -pulls a christmas cracker-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;rachel&lt;/b&gt;: yayy i knew you'd love me :D HAH. okok fine. sylvester rocks. &lt;i&gt;to you&lt;/i&gt;. hahahs.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joel madden broke my heart.&lt;br /&gt;and probably the hearts of many other fans out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have made some changes in the lineup of my erms faves.&lt;br /&gt;joel is currently standing at the 3rd position of my 'fav gc member' list. billy and paul are tied at second place. chris is at the last place. benji is number one.&lt;br /&gt;it's kinda good though, benji looks like joel. and benji is more talented than joel [he plays the guitar &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; sings]. and apparently he likes to people-watch [if i didnt remember wrongly], and i like to people-watch too. and most importantly, benji has GOOD TASTE. okay, BETTER taste than joel.&lt;br /&gt;the maddens are still my number one favourite twins while  marykate and ashley olsen are still my number one most hated twins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finished the SANA course.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;first day was boring. second day was better. shorter. less sitting down and copying notes kind.&lt;br /&gt;but i think the instructor's pretty nice. the really tall one with specs. and one of the other instructor was super fierce. he was so mean. he was like, in a booming voice, "those who studied for the test raise up your hands". den we all raised up. den he asked us to close our eyes. den "those who didnt study. own up." den erms, i peeked a little and i couldnt see anyone raising their hands. den he said "those who flipped thru the coursebook only". den after that "those who think that you are very intelligent." den "those who are humble" den he said "i have good news and bad news". so we heard the bad news first. den he said "all of you... passed the test." &lt;br /&gt;den there was silence for erms, a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;den everybody went "chey" and started talking.&lt;br /&gt;like wols? &lt;br /&gt;bleargh. den the top scorers, this girl and this guy, the one who was in the RI drama for talentime last year. the one who looks like allan wu. heck, hes surname is like wu/woo. btw, they were the top scorers. and the girl, like what all girls normally do, burst into tears. because earlier on the other instructor told her that she had failed and he retested her. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;ohbtw, i passed. hahahaha. at first try. some pple retested.&lt;br /&gt;after studying for ONE HOUR. xuewen/jodie [cant remember who] studied for like, FOUR HOURS. hahahs. im mean (;&lt;br /&gt;hahahs.. cuz the test was rather easy lar. except the effects of the drugs cuz i didnt study that part. &lt;br /&gt;ok. a very detailed narration about what happened yesterday and today. [sit tight guys, it's gonna be a bumpy ride! okay im lame.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;yesterday&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;met them at 8.30am. course started at 9plus. was seated inside hawpar memorial hall. it was stuffy. the aircon near us was not working. and the spotlights were directly above. so damn hot. and nicely enough, there were some tall pple [fine, they werent &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; tall] in front. so had difficulty seeing. changed place with huangzi. unluckily enough, there was an empty seat next to me. den the instructor asked this guy frm RI to like sit next to me. bigfoot. hahas. ok, not that im sexist. but that guy keeps sticking his feet into my side. and it's very hard to write without seeing his stupid foot stuck in your face. bleargh. tried to stick my feet into him as revenge. but cant due to the fact that i dont have bigfeet [as elizabeth frm rc can so readily testify. she said that my feet were very small!! hrmph.] got irritated by my stupid track pants. it's like very short. bleargh but if i buy a bigger size den i'll look bloated up. well, listened to the talk. digressed a little. oh yes, and we started a anti-thepersoninfrontofjodie club. she was... bimbotic. cant stand her. even huangzi doesnt like her. and huangzi is about the most peace-loving and nice person i know, apart from me [HAH!]. well anyway, lunch came. yay. walked to ps. ate at BK. bought orange juice and it tasted DISGUSTING. but no one would believe me. hrrmph. but in the end, the person came up to me and said sorry cuz the orange juice machine spoiled [den they finally believed me. hrmph] den wanted to give me something else. so i took mineral water. jodie said i shld have taken something more ex. whats the point if i dont want to drink it? but anyway, how could dey be so irresponsible???!! i could have DIED!! the lady should have told me that the machine was spoilt earlier on!! abish. xuewen was slow as usual. when suelin said small gas. she was like.. dennng. before i explained to her that small gas was a direct translation frm chinese. xiaoqi which means petty. den we were all like sighh xuewen is so dumb. :p den we walked back. we were late. everyone else was late too. "a queen is never late. she arrives precisely when she wants to. everyone else is just early" hahahas.. frm princess diaries 2. well anyway, continued with the boring thing. oooh.. LALALALALALALA -meaningful look at xuewen- hahahs.. shant tell you (; anyways, den the day went on and we were assigned to groups. got splitted up. good thing was bigfoot was not in my group. bad thing was neither was xuewen,jodie, huangzi or suelin. im shy you see. HAHAHA. the truth is, im anti-social. :D our group was all girls group hahas.. number9 (: well we discussed a little. and i still havent gotten our group leader's name. actually i dont remember any of their names. except for kelly. because i was staring at her name tag. ah wells. so we were dismissed very late. den i rushed to dhoby gaut. met gloria aka glory puff aka &lt;b&gt;sly puff&lt;/b&gt;. PEOPLE, GLORIA CUT HER HAIR AND SHE LOOKS LIKE SYLVESTER NOW!!! hahahaha.. you shld see the photo in her mother's handphone. like, she did the sly pose and it was... hahahha.. well anyway, rushed into this packed train. met minqi ma'am, stephanie ma'am and vivian ma'am there. waited for siewjing ma'am. den we walked there. reached sinnee ma'am, sinwen ma'am and sinlin's hse. okay, maybe i shld just say erms, the yak family's hse?? oh yahs, you know their home phone number. i dunno whether to save it as 'sinwen ma'am' or 'sinlin'. in the end i just put the yak family. oh wells.. im lame. anyway, we were really paranoid. cuz icouldnt get wet. so i was so scared that i walk den pple will like throw me into the pool. ah wells. ate a little. den sat there and gloria and my legs become a feast for mosquitoes. went upstairs to escape stupid mosquitoes. was scratching away. gloria started attacking me with her new and improved  mother's handphone. bleargh. and started filming me looking stupid. bleargh. den sooling ma'am, eunice ma'am and huibing ma'am were in the hse. so huibing ma'am was sleeping. den sooling ma'am, eunice ma'am, gloria and i played the game of life!! hahas.. i like the game (: so fun. we played two rounds. first round we stopped halfway cuz we realised that we played wrongly after erms, oh dear, is it sihao? or sinhao?? told us. yeahs. i retired poor. ): ya know so funny. sooling ma'am drew this salary card. $90 000. den eunice ma'am reached this place where it says, trade salary card with another player. den she traded. so poor sooling ma'am started moaning about how she become the person with the lowest salary $30 000. den gloria changed with eunice ma'am. den with some stroke of luck, i changed with gloria. and before i was done rejoicing, eunice ma'am reached another trade salary card place and i had to trade with her!! hello, i havent collected any $90 000 pay before i was downgraded to $20 000. -pouts- well anyway, it was all very funny. gloria was laughing awayy. den we finished the game. and while waiting for eunice ma'am to bring some food up [i was hungry.. heehee], gloria, like always, started treating everyone as her joke book and wanted us to tell her jokes. sighx. sihao told us this running nose joke which was super lame. hahahs.. den we ate and ate and talked and talked lar. oh, and the ex-ncos were soo kind!!! hahas.. XUEWEN, I COMPLETED ALL THE TEN TRANSFER AGENT QUESTIONAIRE!!! hahahas.. im evil :D the ex-ncos helped me fill up (: hahas.. sooling ma'am put her bro and sis's names  inside and i was trying to write for her bro. hahas.. and anyhow sign. heehee. den yahs got maluated. den went home. reached home at 10 plus. by the time i bathed finish and blah blah blah, it was like 11.45. went online. heehee.. im naughty. den studied for the test. 12.45. couldnt be bothered anymore. went to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;today&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;got woken up by suelin's call. the handphone was like vibrating away. bleargh. den went there. met my groupmembers. read the script. it was really short. i was the lady who gave the pple drugs. oh yeahs, our play was quite corny. guess who our lead characters were, sly and tweety. like... erms... hahahs.. so anyway, i got like, the third most number of lines. my lines are "eh, girls, wanna try this?" "this is called Apple" "Aiyah, you look so stressed. dont you know that an apple a day keeps the doctor away??" hahahas.. ah wells.. oh btw, incase you didnt know, apple is another name for ecstasy aka methylenedioxymethamphetamine. HAH! see im so knowledgeable :D -smirks- well anyway, den we had the test. and i was stuffed at the back. at first i thought it was nice, cuz there was a desk beside me. den they asked me to move. den in the end, we sat on the floor and used our chairs as the desk. and i was sitting directly on a spot of sunlight. bleargh. den i was near the side. so this orange-coloured teeshirt instructor, who looked like 17 despite the fact that jodie keeps insisting that he looks like 19, kept walking up and down and i had to keep shifting so that he could pass. distracting. den i fell asleep after finishing the test. woke up. den we did role play. it was boring. and group number 4 [the bimbo group] made us sit thru their play two times. urgggh. den the instructors talked abit. den he said that we cannot together dismiss cuz it'll be very crowded. so he made all the group i/cs go up and play scissors paper stone. after a while, we couldnt be bothered. so we just left before our group i/c won the game. hahas.. and it was pouring like mad. none of us had an umbrella. so we just ran in the rain. xuewen, huangzi and i. three idiots splashing about. ah wells. was drenched. and my notes were like wet. to my horror, rememberd the transfer agent questionaire. rescued it and stuffed it in my bag which was quite wet. and my foolscap paper is like.. ewww.. wet and gross. and went to mrt. shivered all the way home. oh yes, watched alias just now. it was so nice!! missed the first fifteen minutes because i was sleeping. but anyway, sydney escaped. yayy. cant make up my mind whether the erms, sloane?? guy is good. watched csi. the case was unsolved. but it was nice. seriously im supposed to have watched this season alr. but strangely enough, i dont remember watching some of the episodes, like the one where oliver frm the oc acted in. but some i remember watching, like the chad micheal murray one [i watched it b4 i saw him in freaky friday.. hahas so didnt know who he was] and the abra cadabra thingy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-yawns-&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;chao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846206-110122725195784627?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/110122725195784627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=110122725195784627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110122725195784627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110122725195784627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2004/11/music-playing-if-i-am-by-nine-days-uno.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-110096383905455365</id><published>2004-11-20T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T23:17:19.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's sad to know that so many people hate rc.&lt;br /&gt;which goes to show how terrible a senior i have been.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846206-110096383905455365?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/110096383905455365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=110096383905455365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110096383905455365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110096383905455365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2004/11/its-sad-to-know-that-so-many-people.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-110096133060284931</id><published>2004-11-20T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T23:06:13.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I KNEW IT.&lt;/B&gt; I KNEW IT WOULD HAPPEN!!! URGGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont care. im keeping doodleboard for a few days. hrrmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;sonia&lt;/b&gt;: hahas yah, i know. okay fine, ryan rocks lar. just that he has bad taste. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;aud ma'am&lt;/b&gt;: hellos congrats!! :D hahas.. oh, are you going for the party at sinlin's hse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;xuewen&lt;/b&gt;: eeks! doodleboard doesnt like you too!! hahas.. okay sorry that was really lame. nvm if you dont get it. [you never do get it, do you?] HAH. okay im super mean. nvm. all because of you and your straws. RAWR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;grace&lt;/b&gt;: i dont care. you tell your friend. im not going to tag him!! well anyways, you are supposed to buy sixational den i buy teenidol okayy. LOATHE YOU. haahs [you're supposed to say "i loathe you first"]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;rachel&lt;/b&gt;: hello rachel... yeahs, okay, ryan rocks. i lurvve anabel!! can she get one for me too??? anyway, UNFAIR. how come she gives you encore and doesnt give me??!! im nicer than you :D hahas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im lame. super lame today. &lt;br /&gt;LAMMMEEEEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im talking crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ROCK IS WHAT WE'RE ALL ABOUT IT'S WHAT WE LIVE FOR WE WANNA SHOUT IT OUT&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee i am addicted to this song. yes, its the song where i did the stupid dance to. sadly, infront of engxuewen, and fortunately, infront of no one else so at least i didnt malu myself that badly -hides face-&lt;br /&gt;hahas.. but i like this song!! they were playing it in the redcross room :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*WARNING: this part of the entry is very anti-sylvestersim and you cant blame me for it, because this is what i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, anyway, i am pissed. seriously pissed. severely pissed. VERY PISSED. i feel a great sense of unjust for olinda.&lt;br /&gt;WHYY???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she can sing okay. theres no denying that fact. i think she is a wonderful performer. okay, minus the fact that i dont like the way she keeps wearing those low-cut tees, i like her. and i think that it is totally unfair the way she was kicked out of singapore idol because sylvester the prettyboy had so many fans who are deaf.&lt;br /&gt;taufik getting into the finals was totally expected. because i mean, as florence lian said, he has improved alot and hey, he IS talented.&lt;br /&gt;and how about sylvester? okay, he was good at the wildcard. and for some of the spectacular episodes, he was not bad. except the one where he ruined one of my fav songs, Hounddog. but den his performances got worser and worser. &lt;br /&gt;to all those who voted for sly: did you watch the performance on thurs???!! if you did, i dont understand how you could vote for him. olinda was good. taufik was good. sylvester was... -faints- i had to change channel because i just couldnt stand his constipated singing. it was TERRIBLE. even jerry sounds better than him.&lt;br /&gt;hes just like another jerry. taking up space and forcing  the ones with the real talent, olinda and jeassea,to  get kicked out. heck, at least i pity jerry and admire him for his perseverance [except for  the whole christian thing, but den again, i AM anti-christian]. but sly?? i kinda hate him right now. he doesnt deserve to be in the finals. &lt;br /&gt;the whole rock thing?? crap.&lt;br /&gt;ya know that performance where he sang aerosmith's dont wanna miss a thing?? the part where he went "YOWL!" that screech was horrible. and i dont understand why pple like it so much.&lt;br /&gt;pOSer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he reminds me of F4. cant sing. cant act. but somehow or other, four pretty boys, whom my baby cousin mistook as girls when he saw them on a mag cover, manage to get so popular. what is the world coming to.&lt;br /&gt;imagine sylvester on the world idol stage. faints. a BENG. representing singapore. a rockstar-wannabe ahbeng. so thats how singapore will be seen. i mean, its quite sad that some foreigners only know singapore as the red dot on the map, or the nochewinggum country, or the country thats part of china, or the michaelfay thing or the country with a lot of fines. &lt;br /&gt;i'll be seriously ashamed of singapore if sylvester sim ever becomes singapore idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pPLE, for goodness sake!! please do not let sylvester sim become the singapore idol!! for those who vote for him, imagine if this bunch of pple take part in some presidential elections. the country will prob go to the pits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out &lt;a href="http://thesadist.diaryland.com"&gt;lorraine's&lt;/a&gt; diary on the entry about singapore idol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the whole purpose of this is to say: sylvester sim is a pile of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VOTE FOR TAUFIK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hate all those screaming bimbos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd probably have an anti-cara club by the time you finish reading this entry.&lt;br /&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/8846206-110096133060284931?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/110096133060284931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=110096133060284931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110096133060284931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110096133060284931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-knew-it.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-110079286414056294</id><published>2004-11-18T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T23:51:33.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I walk a lonely road&lt;br /&gt;The only one I that have ever known&lt;br /&gt;Don't know were it goes&lt;br /&gt;But its home to me and I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk this empty street&lt;br /&gt;On the Boulevard of broken dreams&lt;br /&gt;Where the city sleeps&lt;br /&gt;And I'm the only one and I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;I walk a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shadows the only one that walks beside me&lt;br /&gt;My shallow hearts the only thing that's beating&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me&lt;br /&gt;Till then I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ahhh&lt;br /&gt;Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking down the line&lt;br /&gt;That divides me somewhere in my mind&lt;br /&gt;On the border line of the edge&lt;br /&gt;And were I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read between the lines of what's&lt;br /&gt;Fucked up and every things all right&lt;br /&gt;Check my vital signs to know I'm still alive&lt;br /&gt;And I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;I walk a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shadows the only one that walks beside me&lt;br /&gt;My shallow hearts the only thing that's beating&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me&lt;br /&gt;Till then I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ahhh&lt;br /&gt;Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;I walk a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk this empty street&lt;br /&gt;On the Boulevard of broken dreams&lt;br /&gt;Were the city sleeps&lt;br /&gt;And I'm the only one and I walk a..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shadows the only one that walks beside me&lt;br /&gt;My shallow hearts the only thing that's beating&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me&lt;br /&gt;Till then I'll walk alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;boulevard of broken dreams&lt;/b&gt; by green day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;who can live without it? i ask in all honesty. what would life be, without a song or a dance what are we?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kept singing the chorus over and over again today. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tagboard's screwed again. AARRGHHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, anyways, im pissed off. blah. i feel cheated. they said there was revealing tmr. but den xuewen just told me a few hours ago that it's postponed!!!! -curses- and i had to like, walk around the whole of suntec till my ankle hurts like shit to find presents. bleargh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;now you're rich and now you're famous, fake ass girls all know your name and...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, anyway, singapore idol was boring. &lt;br /&gt;okay, i will shutup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;LIFESTYLES of the rich and famous, you're first hit arent you ashamed...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oc was good though. it was... so sad and nice.. okay maybe minus the parts where marissa was smooching ryan, and the part where marissa looked as though she was going to do a janetjackson [flash her boobs], but anyways.. it was so... sad. like luke is so poor thing. and i hate hate hate marissa's mother. and i hate the man shes going to marry. he was like blackmailing marissa!! oh and i dont really like ryan too now. oh and seth and summer were quite sweet lar. i mean, the whole painting the room thing. oh and the hardware store part was funny. hahas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;of the life, of the life, of the life we're livin. i just wanna live....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, they changed the whole meeting schedule. so lesser times to go back... i dunno lars.. no comment.&lt;br /&gt;actually i have. but i shall keep them private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_the original paragraph here has been censored_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a boring blog. &lt;br /&gt;i have a boring life.&lt;br /&gt;i am a very boring person.&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/8846206-110079286414056294?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846206.post-110070282068903095</id><published>2004-11-17T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T22:48:31.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the new jayZ/linkin park album is called collision course.&lt;br /&gt;okay, my spelling sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846206-110070282068903095?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/110070282068903095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=110070282068903095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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me and you&lt;br /&gt;And I think to myself, what a wonderful world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see skies of blue and clouds of white&lt;br /&gt;The bright blessed day and the dark sacred night&lt;br /&gt;And I think to myself, what a wonderful world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The colours of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Are also on the faces of people going by&lt;br /&gt;I see friends shakin' hands, sayin' "How do you do?"&lt;br /&gt;They're really saying "I love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear babies cryin', I watch them grow&lt;br /&gt;They'll learn much more than I'll ever know&lt;br /&gt;And I think to myself, what a wonderful world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The colours of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Are also on the faces of people going by&lt;br /&gt;I see friends shakin' hands, sayin' "How do you do?"&lt;br /&gt;They're really saying "I love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear my babies cryin', I watch them grow&lt;br /&gt;They'll learn much more than I'll ever ever know&lt;br /&gt;And I think to myself, it's a wonderful world&lt;br /&gt;I think to myself, what a wonderful world&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful world&lt;br /&gt;And I think to myself, what a wonderful world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;what a wonderful world&lt;/b&gt; by rod steward/t [??]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i think this song was in the Bowling for Columbine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. tagboard is screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went swimming today. finallyy. YAYY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had another of those boringg meetings today. huizyi didnt come and i dunno if the script is with her. -dies-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris is piper and leo's son!! woohOO!! ya know at first i thought that chris was erms, wyatt. hahas.. but in the end... hes their second son!! cooL. chris should cut his hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;revealing on friday. i havent bought a single stuff. and i have like, &lt;b&gt;four&lt;/b&gt; letters to reply. i am so guilty ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grace/ her friend lent me/her the sum41cds. :D the half an hour of power and does this look infected?? havent listened because im still stuck at my gc album. hahas.. shall go burn them. ((: i think her friend rocks. ive been to his blog. but i cant really see it properly because &lt;b&gt;my com's screwed&lt;/b&gt;. urgh. im pissified. well anyway, theres the playlist.. not many songs lar.. and [probably becuz of my ancient com again] the song keeps getting cut into half. i was listening to same direction by hoobstank halfway den blah. decided to forget it. and apparently her friend is a gc fan so yayyy.. i love her friend. okay, not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalalalalalalalalala i wonder why im blogging. theres just nothing to blog about anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, we made a list of erms, actors/actresses/singers [mostly guys lar..] according to like alphabetical order. yes, stupid i know. ah wells. dun understand why so many pple like Chris Pine. or whatever his name is. no grace, you cant throttle me. im sitting safely behind a computer screen.&lt;br /&gt;damn, im so lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. sorry i am currently fascinated with the word damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DAMNNNNNN&lt;/B&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im mad. like bonkers kinda mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singapore idol tmr. -at this point of time, mouth automatically zips up and fingers go into spasm-&lt;br /&gt;i shall not say anything.&lt;br /&gt;i shall not say anything.&lt;br /&gt;i shall not type anything.&lt;br /&gt;i shall not comment anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, the champion ending. yesterday or today. i missed the today one. so dunno who the kaiwei guy going with. im hoping that he goes with yixuan. den jingwen will be sad. den zhenkang will come and console her. den meanwhile, jamie yeo falls in love with this super shuai sailor or something like that. whatever just get her away. den jingwen will realise that she actually has feelings for zhenkang, just that she channelled all of them to kaiwei [temporarily] so in the end jingwen and zhenkang will end up together. _kiss_&lt;br /&gt;yayyy happy ending!!&lt;br /&gt;thats the ending i will give it if i was the producer or director.&lt;br /&gt;which clearly explains why im not the producer or director.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im horny im horny horny horny.&lt;br /&gt;sorry. this came frm a very corny song about being horny sung by some mousy person i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes! alias!!! sydney got arrested!! blah. i dun like micheal vaghn [damn i dunno how to spell]'s wife!! blaaaaahhh. oh i realised why she looked so familar. and how i somehow knew her name was called Melissa George. because im psychic!!&lt;br /&gt; not really. because i saw her in charmed before. she was acting as one of those pple wearing leaves in the ultra dumb first episode of the new charmed season. &lt;br /&gt;well anyways, she got arrested!!! blearrgh. and dickson had to step down. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and csi was nice. i watched that episode before. but i still watched it again. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the oc tmr. yayy. i hate marissa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody sing this song doodah doodah everybody sing this song all the doodah day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846206-110070250340809202?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/110070250340809202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=110070250340809202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110070250340809202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110070250340809202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2004/11/music-playing-thank-you-for-music-by.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-110042039856042968</id><published>2004-11-14T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T16:21:35.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[[music playing in my head: my prerogative by britney spears and bobby brown or however you spell it]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#585CA0"&gt;- will reply tags later&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;BOOK SURVEY&lt;/U&gt; &lt;br /&gt;[ripped off hsh's blog]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bold those you've read&lt;br /&gt;*italicise started-but-never-finished&lt;br /&gt;*underline those you own but haven't gotten to yet &lt;br /&gt;*colour those you want to read but don't have the book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;u&gt; The Lord of the Rings, JRR Tolkien&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;b&gt; Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. His Dark Materials, Philip Pullman&lt;br /&gt;4. The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, Douglas Adams&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;b&gt; Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, JK Rowling&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. To Kill a Mockingbird, Harper Lee&lt;br /&gt;7. Winnie the Pooh, AA Milne &lt;br /&gt;8. 1984, George Orwell &lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;b&gt;The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, CS Lewis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Jane Eyre, Charlotte Bront&lt;br /&gt;11. Catch-22, Joseph Heller&lt;br /&gt;12.&lt;u&gt; Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Birdsong, Sebastian Faulks&lt;br /&gt;14. Rebecca, Daphne du Maurier&lt;br /&gt;15. The Catcher in the Rye, JD Salinger&lt;br /&gt;16. The Wind in the Willows, Kenneth Grahame&lt;br /&gt;17. Great Expectations, Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;18.&lt;b&gt; little Women, Louisa May Alcott&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Captain Corelli's Mandolin, Louis de Bernieres&lt;br /&gt;20. War and Peace, Leo Tolstoy&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;font color="#FF3333"&gt;Gone with the Wind, Margaret Mitchell [well it sounds nice...]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.&lt;b&gt; Harry Potter And The Sorcerer's/Philosopher's Stone, JK Rowling&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;b&gt;Harry Potter And The Chamber Of Secrets, JK Rowling&lt;br /&gt;24. Harry Potter And The Prisoner Of Azkaban, JK Rowling&lt;br /&gt;25. The Hobbit, JRR Tolkien&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Tess Of The D'Urbervilles, Thomas Hardy&lt;br /&gt;27. Middlemarch, George Eliot&lt;br /&gt;28. A Prayer For Owen Meany, John Irving&lt;br /&gt;29. The Grapes Of Wrath, John Steinbeck&lt;br /&gt;30.&lt;b&gt; Alice's Adventures In Wonderland, Lewis Carroll [does the super simplified version count?]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. The Story Of Tracy Beaker, Jacqueline Wilson&lt;br /&gt;32. One Hundred Years Of Solitude, Gabriel Garcia Marquez&lt;br /&gt;33. The Pillars Of The Earth, Ken Follett&lt;br /&gt;34. David Copperfield, Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;35. &lt;b&gt;Charlie And The Chocolate Factory, Roald Dahl [it's deliciously nice]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. treasure Island, Robert Louis Stevenson&lt;br /&gt;37. A Town Like Alice, Nevil Shute&lt;br /&gt;38. Persuasion, Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;39. Dune, Frank Herbert&lt;br /&gt;40. Emma, Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;41. Anne Of Green Gables, LM Montgomery&lt;br /&gt;42. Watership Down, Richard Adams&lt;br /&gt;43. The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald [hate gatsby]&lt;br /&gt;44. The Count Of Monte Cristo, Alexandre Dumas&lt;br /&gt;45. Brideshead Revisited, Evelyn Waugh&lt;br /&gt;46.&lt;b&gt; Animal Farm, George Orwell [its super nice]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. A Christmas Carol, Charles Dickens &lt;br /&gt;48. Far From The Madding Crowd, Thomas Hardy&lt;br /&gt;49. Goodnight Mister Tom, Michelle Magorian&lt;br /&gt;50. The Shell Seekers, Rosamunde Pilcher&lt;br /&gt;51. &lt;b&gt;The Secret Garden, Frances Hodgson Burnett&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52.&lt;b&gt; Of Mice And Men, John Steinbeck [eek i hate it]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. The Stand, Stephen King&lt;br /&gt;54. Anna Karenina, Leo Tolstoy&lt;br /&gt;55. A Suitable Boy, Vikram Seth&lt;br /&gt;56. &lt;b&gt;The BFG, Roald Dahl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Swallows and Amazons, Arthur Ransome&lt;br /&gt;58. &lt;b&gt;Black Beauty, Anna Sewell [surprise surprise.. i read finish the book even though i found it dropdead boring]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. &lt;b&gt;Artemis Fowl, Eoin Colfer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Crime And Punishment, Fyodor Dostoyevsky&lt;br /&gt;61. Noughts And Crosses, Malorie Blackman&lt;br /&gt;62. Memoirs Of A Geisha, Arthur Golden&lt;br /&gt;63. A Tale Of Two Cities, Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;64. The Thorn Birds, Colleen McCollough&lt;br /&gt;65. Mort, Terry Pratchett&lt;br /&gt;66. &lt;b&gt;The Magic Faraway Tree, Enid Blyton [wheee i think this book is nice]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. The Magus, John Fowles&lt;br /&gt;68. Good Omens, Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman&lt;br /&gt;69. Guards! Guards!, Terry Pratchett&lt;br /&gt;70. Lord of the Flies, William Golding &lt;br /&gt;71. Perfume, Patrick Susskind&lt;br /&gt;72. The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists, Robert Tressell&lt;br /&gt;73. Night Watch, Terry Pratchett&lt;br /&gt;74. &lt;b&gt;Matilda, Roald Dahl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Bridget Jones's Diary, Helen Fielding&lt;br /&gt;76. The Secret History, Donna Tartt&lt;br /&gt;77. The Woman in White, Wilkie Collins&lt;br /&gt;78. Ulysses, James Joyce&lt;br /&gt;79. Bleak House, Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;80. Double Act, Jacqueline Wilson&lt;br /&gt;81. The Twits, Roald Dahl &lt;br /&gt;82. I Capture The Castle, Dodie Smith&lt;br /&gt;83. Holes, Louis Sachar&lt;br /&gt;84. Gormenghast, Mervyn Peake&lt;br /&gt;85. The God Of Small Things, Arundhati Roy&lt;br /&gt;86.&lt;b&gt; Vicky Angel, Jacqueline Wilson&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Brave New World, Aldous Huxley&lt;br /&gt;88. Cold Comfort Farm, Stella Gibbons&lt;br /&gt;89. Magician, Raymond E Feist&lt;br /&gt;90. On The Road, Jack Kerouac&lt;br /&gt;91. The Godfather, Mario Puzo&lt;br /&gt;92. The Clan Of The Cave Bear, Jean M. Auel&lt;br /&gt;93. The Colour Of Magic, Terry Pratchett&lt;br /&gt;94. The Alchemist, Paulo Coelho &lt;br /&gt;95. Katherine, Anya Seton&lt;br /&gt;96. Kane And Abel, Jeffrey Archer&lt;br /&gt;97. Love In The Time Of Cholera, Gabriel Garcia Marquez&lt;br /&gt;98. Girls In Love, Jacqueline Wilson&lt;br /&gt;99. &lt;b&gt;The Princess Diaries, Meg Cabot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. Midnight's Children, Salman Rushdie1&lt;br /&gt;01. Three Men In A Boat, Jerome K. Jerome&lt;br /&gt;102. Small Gods, Terry Pratchett&lt;br /&gt;103. The Beach, Alex Garland&lt;br /&gt;104.&lt;font color="#FF3333"&gt; Dracula, Bram Stoker [i watched the movie though.. the one starring winona ryder, anthony hopkins and keanu reeves]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;105. &lt;b&gt;Point Blanc, Anthony Horowitz [i LURVEE alex rider!!]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;106. The Pickwick Papers, Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;107.&lt;font color="#FF3333"&gt; Stormbreaker, Anthony Horowitz [somebody lend me this.. pretty please?]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;108. The Wasp Factory, Iain Banks&lt;br /&gt;109. The Day Of The Jackal, Frederick Forsyth&lt;br /&gt;110. &lt;b&gt;The Illustrated Mum, Jacqueline Wilson&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;111. Jude the Obscure, Thomas Hardy&lt;br /&gt;112. The Secret Diary Of Adrian Mole Aged 13 3/4, Sue Townsend&lt;br /&gt;113. The Cruel Sea, Nicholas Monsarrat&lt;br /&gt;114. Les Miserables, Victor Hugo&lt;br /&gt;115. The Mayor Of Casterbridge, Thomas Hardy&lt;br /&gt;116. The Dare Game, Jacqueline Wilson&lt;br /&gt;117. Bad Girls, Jacqueline Wilson&lt;br /&gt;118. The Picture Of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde&lt;br /&gt;119. Shogun, James Clavell&lt;br /&gt;120. The Day Of The Triffids, John Wyndham&lt;br /&gt;121. Lola Rose, Jacqueline Wilson&lt;br /&gt;122.&lt;font color="#FF3333"&gt; Vanity Fair, William Makepeace Thackeray [well, it seems nice..]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;123. The Forsyte Saga, John Galsworthy&lt;br /&gt;124. House of Leaves, Mark Z. Danielewski&lt;br /&gt;125. The Poisonwood Bible, Barbara Kingsolver&lt;br /&gt;126. Reaper Man, Terry Pratchett&lt;br /&gt;127. Angus, Thongs And Full-Frontal Snogging, Louise Rennison&lt;br /&gt;128. &lt;b&gt;The Hound Of The Baskervilles, Arthur Conan Doyle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;129. Possession, A. S. Byatt&lt;br /&gt;130. The Master And Margarita, Mikhail Bulgakov&lt;br /&gt;131. The Handmaid's Tale, Margaret Atwood&lt;br /&gt;132.&lt;b&gt; Danny The Champion Of The World, Roald Dahl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;133. East Of Eden, John Steinbeck&lt;br /&gt;134.&lt;b&gt; George's Marvellous Medicine, Roald Dahl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;135. Wyrd Sisters, Terry Pratchett&lt;br /&gt;136. The Color Purple, Alice Walker&lt;br /&gt;137. Hogfather, Terry Pratchett&lt;br /&gt;138. The Thirty-Nine Steps, John Buchan&lt;br /&gt;139. Girls In Tears, Jacqueline Wilson&lt;br /&gt;140. Sleepovers, Jacqueline Wilson&lt;br /&gt;141. All Quiet On The Western Front, Erich Maria Remarque&lt;br /&gt;142. Behind The Scenes At The Museum, Kate Atkinson&lt;br /&gt;143. High Fidelity, Nick Hornby&lt;br /&gt;144. It, Stephen King&lt;br /&gt;145.&lt;b&gt; James And The Giant Peach, Roald Dahl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;146. The Green Mile, Stephen King&lt;br /&gt;147. Papillon, Henri Charriere&lt;br /&gt;148. Men At Arms, Terry Pratchett&lt;br /&gt;149. Master And Commander, Patrick O'Brian&lt;br /&gt;150. &lt;font color="#FF3333"&gt;Skeleton Key, Anthony Horowitz [gloria!! lend me!!]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;151. Soul Music, Terry Pratchett&lt;br /&gt;152. Thief Of Time, Terry Pratchett&lt;br /&gt;153. The Fifth Elephant, Terry Pratchett&lt;br /&gt;154. Atonement, Ian McEwan&lt;br /&gt;155. &lt;b&gt;Secrets, Jacqueline Wilson&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;156. &lt;b&gt;The Silver Sword, Ian Serraillier [its so sad..]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;157. One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest, Ken Kesey&lt;br /&gt;158. Heart of Darkness, Joseph Conrad&lt;br /&gt;159. Kim, Rudyard Kipling&lt;br /&gt;160. Cross Stitch, Diana Gabaldon&lt;br /&gt;161. Moby Dick, Herman Melville &lt;br /&gt;162. River God, Wilbur Smith&lt;br /&gt;163. Sunset Song, Lewis Grassic Gibbon&lt;br /&gt;164. The Shipping News, Annie Proulx1&lt;br /&gt;65. The World According To Garp, John Irving&lt;br /&gt;166. Lorna Doone, R. D. Blackmore1&lt;br /&gt;67. Girls Out Late, Jacqueline Wilson&lt;br /&gt;168. The Far Pavilions, M. M. Kaye&lt;br /&gt;169. &lt;b&gt;The Witches, Roald Dahl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;170. Charlotte's Web, E. B. White&lt;br /&gt;171. &lt;font color="#FF3333"&gt;Frankenstein, Mary Shelley&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;172. They Used To Play On Grass, Terry Venables and Gordon Williams&lt;br /&gt;173. The Old Man And The Sea, Ernest Hemingway&lt;br /&gt;174. The Name Of The Rose, Umberto Eco&lt;br /&gt;175. Sophie's World, Jostein Gaarder &lt;br /&gt;176. Dustbin Baby, Jacqueline Wilson &lt;br /&gt;177. Fantastic Mr. Fox, Roald Dahl&lt;br /&gt;178. Lolita, Vladimir Nabokov&lt;br /&gt;179. Jonathan Livingstone Seagull, Richard Bach&lt;br /&gt;180. The Little Prince, Antoine De Saint-Exupery [crystal said it's boring..]&lt;br /&gt;181.&lt;b&gt; The Suitcase Kid, Jacqueline Wilson&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;182. &lt;u&gt;Oliver Twist, Charles Dickens&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;183. The Power Of One, Bryce Courtenay&lt;br /&gt;184. Silas Marner, George Eliot&lt;br /&gt;185. American Psycho, Bret Easton Ellis&lt;br /&gt;186. &lt;font color="#FF3333"&gt;The Diary Of A Nobody, George and Weedon Gross-mith&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;187. Trainspotting, Irvine Welsh&lt;br /&gt;188. Goosebumps, R. L. Stine&lt;br /&gt;189. heidi, Johanna Spyri [probably simplified too]&lt;br /&gt;190. Sons And Lovers, D. H. Lawrence&lt;br /&gt;191. The Unbearable Lightness of Being, Milan Kundera &lt;br /&gt;192. Man And Boy, Tony Parsons&lt;br /&gt;193. The Truth, Terry Pratchett&lt;br /&gt;194. The War Of The Worlds, H. G. Wells&lt;br /&gt;195. The Horse Whisperer, Nicholas Evans&lt;br /&gt;196. A Fine Balance, Rohinton Mistry&lt;br /&gt;197. Witches Abroad, Terry Pratchett&lt;br /&gt;198. The Once And Future King, T. H. White&lt;br /&gt;199. the Very Hungry Caterpillar, Eric Carle&lt;br /&gt;200. Flowers In The Attic, Virginia Andrews&lt;br /&gt;201. The Simarillion, J.R.R. Tolkien&lt;br /&gt;202. The Eye of the World, Robert Jordan&lt;br /&gt;203. The Great Hunt, Robert Jordan&lt;br /&gt;204. The Dragon Reborn, Robert Jordan&lt;br /&gt;205. Fires of Heaven, Robert Jordan&lt;br /&gt;206. Lord of Chaos, Robert Jordan&lt;br /&gt;207. Winter's Heart, Robert Jordan&lt;br /&gt;208. A Crown of Swords, Robert Jordan&lt;br /&gt;209. Crossroads of Twilight, Robert Jordan&lt;br /&gt;210. A Path of Daggers, Robert Jordan&lt;br /&gt;211. As Nature Made Him, John Colapinto&lt;br /&gt;212. Microserfs, Douglas Coupland&lt;br /&gt;213. The Married Man, Edmund White&lt;br /&gt;214. Winter's Tale, Mark Helprin&lt;br /&gt;215. The History of Sexuality, Michel Foucault&lt;br /&gt;216. Cry to Heaven, Anne Rice&lt;br /&gt;217. Same-Sex Unions in Premodern Europe, John Boswell&lt;br /&gt;218. Equus, Peter Shaffer&lt;br /&gt;219. The Man Who Ate Everything, Jeffrey Steingarten&lt;br /&gt;220. Letters To A Young Poet, Rainer Maria Rilke&lt;br /&gt;221. Ella Minnow Pea, Mark Dunn&lt;br /&gt;222. The Vampire Lestat, Anne Rice&lt;br /&gt;223. Anthem, Ayn Rand&lt;br /&gt;224. The Bridge To Terabithia, Katherine Paterson&lt;br /&gt;225. Tartuffe, Moliere&lt;br /&gt;226. The Metamorphosis, Franz Kafk&lt;br /&gt;227. The Crucible, Arthur Miller&lt;br /&gt;228. The Trial, Franz Kafka&lt;br /&gt;229. Oedipus Rex, Sophocles&lt;br /&gt;230. Oedipus at Colonus, Sophocles&lt;br /&gt;231. Death Be Not Proud, John Gunther&lt;br /&gt;232. A Doll's House, Henrik Ibsen&lt;br /&gt;233. Hedda Gabler, Henrik Ibsen&lt;br /&gt;234. Ethan Frome, Edith Wharton&lt;br /&gt;235. A Raisin In The Sun, Lorraine Hansberry&lt;br /&gt;236. ALIVE!, Piers Paul Read&lt;br /&gt;237. Grapefruit, Yoko Ono&lt;br /&gt;238. Trickster Makes This World, Lewis Hyde&lt;br /&gt;240. The Mists of Avalon, Marion Zimmer Bradley&lt;br /&gt;241. Chronicles of Thomas Convenant, Unbeliever, Stephen Donaldson&lt;br /&gt;242. Lord of Light, Roger Zelazny&lt;br /&gt;242. The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier &amp; Clay, Michael Chabon&lt;br /&gt;243. Summerland, Michael Chabon&lt;br /&gt;244. A Confederacy of Dunces, John Kennedy Toole&lt;br /&gt;245. Candide, Voltaire&lt;br /&gt;246. The Wonderful Story of Henry Sugar and Six More, Roald Dahl&lt;br /&gt;247. Ringworld, Larry Niven&lt;br /&gt;248. The King Must Die, Mary Renault&lt;br /&gt;249. Stranger in a Strange Land, Robert Heinlein&lt;br /&gt;250. A Wrinkle in Time, Madeline L'Engle&lt;br /&gt;251. The Eyre Affair, Jasper Fforde&lt;br /&gt;252. The House Of The Seven Gables, Nathaniel Hawthorne&lt;br /&gt;253. The Scarlet Letter, Nathaniel Hawthorne&lt;br /&gt;254. The Joy Luck Club, Amy Tan&lt;br /&gt;255. The Great Gilly Hopkins, Katherine Paterson&lt;br /&gt;256. Chocolate Fever, Robert Kimmel Smith&lt;br /&gt;257. Xanth: The Quest for Magic, Piers Anthony&lt;br /&gt;258. The Lost Princess of Oz, L. Frank Baum&lt;br /&gt;259. Wonder Boys, Michael Chabon&lt;br /&gt;260. Lost In A Good Book, Jasper Fforde&lt;br /&gt;261. Well Of Lost Plots, Jasper Fforde&lt;br /&gt;261. Life Of Pi, Yann Martel&lt;br /&gt;263. The Bean Trees, Barbara Kingsolver&lt;br /&gt;264. A Yellow Rraft In Blue Water, Michael Dorris&lt;br /&gt;265. Little House on the Prairie, Laura Ingalls Wilder&lt;br /&gt;267. Where The Red Fern Grows, Wilson Rawls&lt;br /&gt;268. Griffin &amp; Sabine, Nick Bantock&lt;br /&gt;269. Witch of Black Bird Pond, Joyce Friedland&lt;br /&gt;270. Mrs. Frisby And The Rats Of NIMH, Robert C. O'Brien&lt;br /&gt;271. Tuck Everlasting, Natalie Babbitt&lt;br /&gt;272. The Cay, Theodore Taylor&lt;br /&gt;273. From The Mixed-Up Files Of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler, E.L. Konigsburg&lt;br /&gt;274. The Phantom Tollbooth, Norton Juster&lt;br /&gt;275. The Westing Game, Ellen Raskin&lt;br /&gt;276. The Kitchen God's Wife, Amy Tan&lt;br /&gt;277. The Bone Setter's Daughter, Amy Tan&lt;br /&gt;278. Relic, Duglas Preston &amp; Lincolon Child&lt;br /&gt;279. Wicked, Gregory Maguire&lt;br /&gt;280. American Gods, Neil Gaiman&lt;br /&gt;281. Misty of Chincoteague, Marguerite Henry&lt;br /&gt;282. The Girl Next Door, Jack Ketchum&lt;br /&gt;283. Haunted, Judith St. George&lt;br /&gt;284. Singularity, William Sleator&lt;br /&gt;285. A Short History of Nearly Everything, Bill Bryson&lt;br /&gt;286. Different Seasons, Stephen King&lt;br /&gt;287. Fight Club, Chuck Palahniuk&lt;br /&gt;288. About a Boy, Nick Hornby&lt;br /&gt;289. The Bookman's Wake, John Dunning&lt;br /&gt;290. The Church of Dead Girls, Stephen Dobyns&lt;br /&gt;291. Illusions, Richard Bach&lt;br /&gt;292. Magic's Pawn, Mercedes Lackey&lt;br /&gt;293. Magic's Promise, Mercedes Lackey&lt;br /&gt;294. Magic's Price, Mercedes Lackey&lt;br /&gt;295. The Dancing Wu Li Masters, Gary Zukav&lt;br /&gt;296. Spirits of Flux and Anchor, Jack L. Chalker&lt;br /&gt;297. Interview with the Vampire, Anne Rice&lt;br /&gt;298. The Encyclopedia of Unusual Sex Practices, Brenda Love2&lt;br /&gt;99. Infinite Jest, David Foster Wallace&lt;br /&gt;300. The Bluest Eye, Toni Morrison&lt;br /&gt;301. The Cider House Rules, John Irving&lt;br /&gt;302. Ender's Game, Orson Scott Card&lt;br /&gt;303. Girlfriend in a Coma, Douglas Coupland&lt;br /&gt;304. The Lion's Game, Nelson Demille&lt;br /&gt;305. The Sun, The Moon, and the Stars, Stephen Brust&lt;br /&gt;306. Cyteen, C. J. Cherryh&lt;br /&gt;307. Foucault's Pendulum, Umberto Eco&lt;br /&gt;308. Cryptonomicon, Neal Stephenson&lt;br /&gt;309. Invisible Monsters, Chuck Palahniuk&lt;br /&gt;310. Camber of Culdi, Kathryn Kurtz&lt;br /&gt;311. The Fountainhead, Ayn Rand&lt;br /&gt;312. War and Remembrance, Herman Wouk&lt;br /&gt;313. The Art of War, Sun Tzu [oh man..]&lt;br /&gt;314. The Giver, Lois Lowry&lt;br /&gt;315. The Telling, Ursula Le Guin&lt;br /&gt;316. Xenogenesis (or Lilith's Brood), Octavia Butler&lt;br /&gt;317. A Civil Campaign, Lois McMaster Bujold&lt;br /&gt;318. The Curse of Chalion, Lois McMaster Bujold&lt;br /&gt;319. The Aeneid, Publius Vergilius Maro (Virgil)&lt;br /&gt;320. Hanta Yo, Ruth Beebe Hill&lt;br /&gt;321. The Princess Bride, S. Morgenstern/William Goldman&lt;br /&gt;322. Beowulf, Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;323. The Sparrow, Maria Doria Russell&lt;br /&gt;324. Deerskin, Robin McKinley&lt;br /&gt;325. Dragonsong, Anne McCaffrey&lt;br /&gt;326. Passage, Connie Willis&lt;br /&gt;327. Otherland, Tad Williams&lt;br /&gt;328. Tigana, Guy Gavriel Kay&lt;br /&gt;329. Number the Stars, Lois Lowry&lt;br /&gt;330. Beloved, Toni Morrison&lt;br /&gt;331. Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal, Christopher Moore&lt;br /&gt;332. The mysterious disappearance of Leon, I mean Noel, Ellen Raskin&lt;br /&gt;333. Summer Sisters, Judy Blume&lt;br /&gt;334. The Hunchback of Notre Dame, Victor Hugo&lt;br /&gt;335. The Island on Bird Street, Uri Orlev&lt;br /&gt;336. Midnight in the Dollhouse, Marjorie Filley Stover&lt;br /&gt;337. The Miracle Worker, William Gibson&lt;br /&gt;338. The Genesis Code, John Case&lt;br /&gt;339.&lt;b&gt; The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, Robert Louis Stevensen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;340. Paradise Lost, John Milton&lt;br /&gt;341. Phantom, Susan Kay&lt;br /&gt;342. The Mummy or Ramses the Damned, Anne Rice&lt;br /&gt;343. Anno Dracula, Kim Newman&lt;br /&gt;344: The Dresden Files: Grave Peril, Jim Butcher&lt;br /&gt;345: Tokyo Suckerpunch, Issac Adamson&lt;br /&gt;346: The Winter of Magic's Return, Pamela Service&lt;br /&gt;347: The Oddkins, Dean R. Koontz&lt;br /&gt;348. My Name is Asher Lev, Chaim Potok&lt;br /&gt;349. The Last Goodbye, Raymond Chandler&lt;br /&gt;350. At Swim, Two Boys, Jaime O'Neill3&lt;br /&gt;51.&lt;font color="#FF3333"&gt; Othello, by William Shakespeare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;352. The Collected Poems of Dylan Thomas&lt;br /&gt;353. The Collected Poems of William Butler Yeats&lt;br /&gt;354. Sati, Christopher Pike&lt;br /&gt;355. The Inferno, Dante&lt;br /&gt;356. The Apology, Plato&lt;br /&gt;357. The Small Rain, Madeline L'Engle&lt;br /&gt;358. The Man Who Tasted Shapes, Richard E Cytowick&lt;br /&gt;359. 5 Novels, Daniel Pinkwater&lt;br /&gt;360. The Sevenwaters Trilogy, Juliet Marillier&lt;br /&gt;361. Girl with a Pearl Earring, Tracy Chevalier&lt;br /&gt;362. To the Lighthouse, Virginia Woolf&lt;br /&gt;363. Our Town, Thorton Wilder&lt;br /&gt;364. Green Grass Running Water, Thomas King&lt;br /&gt;335. The Interpreter, Suzanne Glass&lt;br /&gt;336. The Moor's Last Sigh, Salman Rushdie&lt;br /&gt;337. The Mother Tongue, Bill Bryson&lt;br /&gt;338. A Passage to India, E.M. Forster&lt;br /&gt;339. The Perks of Being a Wallflower, Stephen Chbosky&lt;br /&gt;340.&lt;b&gt; The Phantom of the Opera, Gaston Leroux&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;341. Pages for You, Sylvia Brownrigg&lt;br /&gt;342. The Changeover, Margaret Mahy&lt;br /&gt;343. Howl's Moving Castle, Diana Wynne Jones&lt;br /&gt;344. &lt;b&gt;Angels and Demons, Dan Brown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;345. Johnny Got His Gun, Dalton Trumbo&lt;br /&gt;346. Shosha, Isaac Bashevis Singer&lt;br /&gt;347. Travels With Charley, John Steinbeck&lt;br /&gt;348. The Diving-bell and the Butterfly by Jean-Dominique Bauby&lt;br /&gt;349. The Lunatic at Large by J. Storer Clouston&lt;br /&gt;350. Time for bed by David Baddiel&lt;br /&gt;351. Barrayar by Lois McMaster Bujold&lt;br /&gt;352. Quite Ugly One Morning by Christopher Brookmyre&lt;br /&gt;353. The Bloody Sun by Marion Zimmer Bradley&lt;br /&gt;354. Sewer, Gas, and Eletric by Matt Ruff&lt;br /&gt;355. Jhereg by Steven Brust&lt;br /&gt;356. So You Want To Be A Wizard by Diane Duane&lt;br /&gt;357. Perdido Street Station, China Mieville&lt;br /&gt;358. The Tenant of Wildfell Hall, Anne Bronte&lt;br /&gt;359. Road-side Dog, Czeslaw Milosz&lt;br /&gt;360. The English Patient, Michael Ondaatje&lt;br /&gt;361. Neuromancer, William Gibson&lt;br /&gt;362. The Epistemology of the Closet, Eve Kosofsky Sedgwick&lt;br /&gt;363. A Canticle for Liebowitz, Walter M. Miller, Jr&lt;br /&gt;364. The Mask of Apollo, Mary Renault&lt;br /&gt;365. The Gunslinger, Stephen King&lt;br /&gt;366.&lt;font color="#FF3333"&gt; Romeo and Juliet, William Shakespeare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;367. Absalom, Absalom, William Faulkner&lt;br /&gt;368. The Sun Also Rises, Ernest Hemingway&lt;br /&gt;369. Dreamhouse, Alison Habens&lt;br /&gt;370. Hyperion, by Dan Simmons&lt;br /&gt;371. Prospero's Children, Jan Siegel&lt;br /&gt;372. Gaudy Night, Dorothy Sayers&lt;br /&gt;373. Guns, Germs, and Steel, Jared Diamond&lt;br /&gt;374. Enchantment, Orson Scott Card&lt;br /&gt;375. Cetaganda, Lois McMaster Bujold&lt;br /&gt;376. Beauty, Sheri S. Tepper&lt;br /&gt;377. The Hour of the Star, Clarice Lispector&lt;br /&gt;378. The Patron Saint of Liars, Ann Patchett&lt;br /&gt;379. Sexing the Cherry, Jeanette Winterson&lt;br /&gt;380. A wizard of Earthsea, Ursula Le'Guin&lt;br /&gt;381. Assassin's Apprentice, Robin Hobb&lt;br /&gt;382. The Axis Trilogy, Sara Douglass&lt;br /&gt;383. Peter Pan, J. M. Barrie [i hate peter pan and wendy]&lt;br /&gt;384. Sabriel, Garth Nix &lt;br /&gt;385. Neverwhere, Neil Gaiman&lt;br /&gt;386. &lt;font color="#FF3333"&gt;The Silence of the Lambs, Robert Harris [red dragon was nice (: ]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;387. The Hot Zone, Richard Preston&lt;br /&gt;388. Night, Elie Wiesel&lt;br /&gt;389. Einstein's Dreams, Alan Lightman&lt;br /&gt;390. The Big Sleep, Raymond Chandler&lt;br /&gt;391. Finnegans Wake, James Joyce&lt;br /&gt;392. Buddenbrooks, Thomas Mann&lt;br /&gt;393. The Brothers Karamazov, Fyodor Dostoevsky&lt;br /&gt;394. The Last Voyage of Somebody the Sailor, John Barth&lt;br /&gt;395. Beloved, Toni Morrison&lt;br /&gt;396. Madame Bovary, Gustave Flaubert&lt;br /&gt;397. The Lovely Bones, Alice Sebold&lt;br /&gt;398. Something Rotten, Jasper Fforde&lt;br /&gt;399. The Egyptian, Mika Waltari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheeeee&lt;br /&gt;hahas.. realise i dun have any italics? heex (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyways.. &lt;br /&gt;i love reading. yayyys.. just that the books i read are probably not very intellectual.. hahas..&lt;br /&gt;xuewen lent me this witchchild book. it was weird.&lt;br /&gt;and im still looking for the follow up to the groosham grange or something like that.. by anthony horowitz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah wells.. im back to being bored. again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw i just wanna live by gc sounds so.. different. hahas.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im talking randomly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;losing my enthusiasm.. ah wells.. many people lost it liaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went cycling yesterday. my elder cousin's 21st birthday party at east coast chalet. cycled with my other cousin. rented this bike with squeaky brakes. whenever i brake, it'll go SCREECH. and the whole world hears it. and due to my rubbish cycling, i braked a lot of times.. and i almost crashed into somebody.&lt;br /&gt;if anybody went east coast and heard this mad fella screaming her head off while swooshing down a slope. that would be me.&lt;br /&gt;and my baby cousin as usual, was super naughty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whys mtv always playing the anthem. when are they going to play predictable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard the rickdees yesterday. hahas.. im not the only one hooked onto SOmebody told Me. well anyway, they are still talking about the whole ashlee simpson lipsynching thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joel and benji rocks. well, so does billy and paul. and the illustrations on the cd sleeve was really cool. done by billy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw, did ya know that ashlee simpson thanked benji and joel for being so "rad" on her album?? hahas..  benji co-wrote the Harder Everyday song..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw, i realised that i wasnt hallucinating. ya know the Same Direction video by hoobastank. there WAS joel. haahs.. i thought i was so crazy over him, i started seeing him everywhere or something.. but nah, he was really there. because for the Reason vid, they stole this red jewel thingy.. den i think the doug guy [the lead singer or something] got caught. so they auditioned for another lead singer. den there was kanye west, joel madden and chester benington [frm linkin park] hahas.. yups.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw, jayZ and linkin park have a new song together.. Numb/Encore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and jojo looks funny when she smiles. dunno why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eminem's Encore is out. saw it yesterday. and stoopid mtv didnt show the Mosh vid. maybe it's banned or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody wanna buy me Encore?? heehee (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wishlist updated&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846206-110042039856042968?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/110042039856042968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=110042039856042968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110042039856042968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110042039856042968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2004/11/music-playing-in-my-head-my.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-110026498044955177</id><published>2004-11-12T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T21:09:40.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;`in this world it's not our money that's evil. its the one who choose it over life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally realised why the one tree hill song sounded so familar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;xuewen:&lt;/b&gt; of course hes cute. he takes after me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;nat&lt;/b&gt;: helloos.. skin sounds so.. erms, skinnY? hahas.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;may may ma'am&lt;/b&gt;: erms, hahahs.. okayyyy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;these are the chronicles of life and death and everything between&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello. been busy lately. FINALLY. a breakk from my boring holiday life. well i went to cut my hair on tuesday!!! hahahs.. its much shorter now. even though nobody can notice the difference -scowls-  actually it feels super short to me but its below the shoulder lar. &lt;br /&gt;wednesday was boringg..&lt;br /&gt;went out on thurs. woke up at &lt;b&gt;8am&lt;/b&gt;. like the first time during this hols, besides the whole going to school thing lar. hahas... im a pig (: well anyways, i went macs to eat breakfast hahas.. with my baby cousin. he was super naughty. ya know, he put that erms, plastic thingy which contains butter, into his mouth!! so naughty right. and den he almost choked because it got stuck inside and wouldnt come out. and hes whole face turned red. and he puked out mushy hotcakes after his father successfully managed to dig that thingy out. tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;den i went to somerset mrt to meet crystal and hp. we watched princess diaries2!!! :D sonia came later. and she passed me my birthday prezzie.. and &lt;b&gt;SONIA RAWKS&lt;/b&gt; because she gave me the Chronicles of Life and Death!!! wheeeeeeeee (: hahas.. and we were mostly walking around. nothing much to do. and we ate at pastamania and crystal wanted to puke at the creamy chicken.and hp decorated her leftover food for the waiter to collect.. hahahs. oh i saw clare. i was walking walking den someone shouted "doggie!" den i turned and i saw clare. stoned for a moment before i waved. ah wells.. my reaction is super sloww. &lt;br /&gt;and princess diaries was okayy lar. fine, erms, the nicholas/chris guy was cute lar. i like his eyes (: but hey, andrew rocks too okayy. he is super nice and funny. hahas (: and okayy i shall be nice, that bodyguard was cute too. hahahs.. not the old one. the young one.the one who was screaming into the mike thingy "the eagle is here!" or something like that. hahahahas.. he is super funny lar. and sonia thinks hes cute.. hahahs.. but Micheal!! blahhh.. those movies dont stick to the book one. like ella enchanted. the book is super &lt;u&gt;nice&lt;/u&gt;. but the movie sucked. because the whole story line was changed. and what happened to micheal! they are frenz now. bleargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yups. and we had meeting today. only huangzi, huizyi and me came. sighx. in the morning it was super weird. cuz i was the only one in the squad. bleargh. well but i thot the whole cheering thing during pt was okay. i mean, huangzi was the only secthree. yahs.. den i reminded sinlin who was the ic, to cheer lar.and the sectwos did.. yayy..  and you could hear natalie and grace tan's squeaky voices frm afar.. hahahs.. (; &lt;br /&gt;we discussed drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE SINISTER AMERICAN GENERAL!!!&lt;/B&gt; &lt;br /&gt;hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spore idol here.. gtg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;yayyy!! daphne is OUT!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846206-110026498044955177?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/110026498044955177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=110026498044955177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110026498044955177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/110026498044955177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2004/11/in-this-world-its-not-our-money-thats.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-109992000668097797</id><published>2004-11-08T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T21:20:06.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't care if monday's blue&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday's grey and wednesday too&lt;br /&gt;Thursday i don't care about you&lt;br /&gt;It's friday i'm in love&lt;br /&gt;Monday you can fall apart&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday wednesday break my heart&lt;br /&gt;Thursday doesn't even start&lt;br /&gt;It's friday i'm in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday wait&lt;br /&gt;And sunday always comes too late&lt;br /&gt;But friday never hesitate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if monday's black&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday wednesday heart attack&lt;br /&gt;Thursday never looking back&lt;br /&gt;It's friday i'm in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday you can hold your head&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday wednesday stay in bed&lt;br /&gt;Or thursday watch the walls instead&lt;br /&gt;It's friday i'm in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday wait&lt;br /&gt;And sunday always comes too late&lt;br /&gt;But friday never hesitate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dressed up to the eyes&lt;br /&gt;It's a wonderful surprise&lt;br /&gt;To see your shoes and your spirits rise&lt;br /&gt;Throwing out your frown&lt;br /&gt;And just smiling at the sound&lt;br /&gt;And as sleek as a shriek&lt;br /&gt;Spinning round and round&lt;br /&gt;Always take a big bite&lt;br /&gt;It's such a gorgeous sight&lt;br /&gt;To see you eat in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;You can never get enough&lt;br /&gt;Enough of this stuff&lt;br /&gt;It's friday&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;friday i'm in love&lt;/b&gt; by the cure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;cara feels... like an idiot&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is a boring day. the teevee is so boring. theres absolutely nothing nice to watch. ive been watching tv since like, 6.. and it's all crap. blah. the double happiness 2 show is totally dumb. like, erms, william hung? some lana fella going out with an angmoh? crap. and seriously, i cant stand the sight of edmund chen/chan  whatever his name is. oh and on trl, erms, usher's confessions video retires. like who cares.&lt;br /&gt;oh yesh, guess what. mtv's artist of the month is eminem. and their buzzworthy is good charlotte. like buzzworthy??!! hello???! i mean the previous buzzworthy people were like the rasmus and natasha bedingfield and i mean, they're like.. new.. but good charlotte. buzzworthy??! hello. they deserve more than buzzes. oh whatever. that probably means ill get to see more of their videos. so yayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tag tag tags i lurvve 'em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;cheryl&lt;/b&gt;: ehh.. okayy sorryy.. and toro is okayy lar. but erms, he went to like perm his hair or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;sonia&lt;/b&gt;: yayyy.. i like taufik too!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;rachel&lt;/b&gt;: hello. i like seth ((: seth rocks (: haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;lorraine&lt;/b&gt;: erms, is it sadder than the part where the nana said that she had cancer? cuz guess what, i cried at that part. okay stupid i know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;andrea ma'am&lt;/b&gt;: erm, you know.. the starhub one. the official &lt;a href="http://starhub.com/idol"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;may may ma'am&lt;/b&gt;: okayyyy you sound very erm, lusting?? hahas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am super bored lar. and i cant spend like too long hours online because my computer just simply refuses to let me.&lt;br /&gt;so im left with... watching teevee, sleeping, reading... baaah. and now my friggin leg is like.. bleargh. -stuffs self into a bottle-&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a bunch of bananas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighx. i shall tell you what ive been doing since saturday. okay. saturday night. my auntie came to my hse and informed me that my baby cousin was watching tarzan. so me, being super ultra bored, decided to join in the fun. so i grabbed my pillow and went to my grandma's hse. and the guy in the lift probably thinks im weird like.. erms, this weird looking fella wearing a harry potter tshirt and walking around the void deck with a huge mickey mouse pillow and mismatched slippers. so i watched tarzan. and erms, i bet this is like the first time you heard of someone crying when watching cartoons right. ): cuz the stupid tarzan had to like abandon his gorilla mother. bleargh. i hate tarzan. and halfway watching it, couldnt watch any further.. because i couldnt stand the sight of tarzan and jane. he betrayed his familY because he was lusting after jane!!! and erm, partly because my baby cousin was running around singing the toybox song. you know the "tarzan is handsome tarzan is strong" song. den i came back home and started another lord of the rings marathon. but i didnt finish. i only watched the third one, den half of the first one before i realised it was like 4am. so i went to sleep. den i woke up the next day. had nothing to do. read a book. den decided to continue watching the first one. so i watched. and den my mum bought like potato chips and fried chicken wings [yum] and we started pigging out in front of the teevee. tsk tsk. and erms, after eating, my mom fell asleep. sighx. den i continued watching. den after that i had nothing to do so i went to sleep too. den i woke up and went to kovan with my mom to eat dinner. and halfway thru my nice dinner, gloria had to call me and force me to become i/c cuz she scared the ma'ams were pissed off with her and wanted to let them "cool down". sigh gloria. in the end she became i/c too. mwahahah. its fate. well anywayy den i came back from rc meeting [i plainly refuse to talk about rc meeting.] and fell asleep. den i woke up. and i sat on the sofa stoning. den i turned on the tv and started watching it. and den here i am typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.&lt;br /&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/8846206-109992000668097797?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/109992000668097797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=109992000668097797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/109992000668097797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/109992000668097797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-dont-care-if-mondays-blue-tuesdays.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-109971649989331206</id><published>2004-11-06T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T12:50:48.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cara is ultra super &lt;font size="2"&gt;bored&lt;/font&gt;. -whines- she feels like going swimming. but theres no one to go with her. and theres this additional problem of the fact that she can't really swim.&lt;br /&gt;cara watches too much of The Champion. actually, she cant stand fiona xie nor toro and she thinks that the plot is quite rubbish actually. cara is just watching to hope that the zhenkang guy will end up with the jingwen girl because she hates that kaiwei guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*new layout&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;font size="2"&gt;leandra&lt;/font&gt; got out!!! long for the day when it's &lt;b&gt;daphne's&lt;/b&gt; turn.&lt;br /&gt;*read some oc episodes. SPOILER ALERT!! &lt;b&gt;aseret&lt;/b&gt; is getting &lt;b&gt;tnangerp&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;dlihc&lt;/b&gt; might be &lt;b&gt;s'nayr&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;b&gt;htes&lt;/b&gt; is &lt;b&gt;gniog yawa&lt;/b&gt;!!! [decode if you wanna find out]&lt;br /&gt;*read Deception Point. nice. &lt;br /&gt;*read the singapore idol finalists' blog. apparently jeassea is not in singapore right now... oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you can see, i am extremely bored!! &lt;br /&gt;eurgh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846206-109971649989331206?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/109971649989331206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=109971649989331206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/109971649989331206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/109971649989331206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2004/11/cara-is-ultra-super-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-109963635036086773</id><published>2004-11-05T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T14:32:30.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;cara feels... devastated&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[music playing: just lose it by em]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;lorraine&lt;/b&gt;: thank you (: congrats on yours too.. erms, i know nuts about drums so.. yahs.. but i like the song ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;rachel&lt;/b&gt;: whoopps.. heehee.. sorry lar.. heehee.. oh and did you watch spore idol yesterday?? he sang rock your body which was totally.. erm, unexpected. yeahs.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;sonia&lt;/b&gt;: oooh.. hahas.. okayy thanks (:  yayyy!! i lurve just lose it toO!! hahas.. the video is super funny lar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;grace&lt;/b&gt;: whoops sorry. erms, congratulations to se!! heehee.. sorry lar.. (; and erms, about the cereal too.. nobody wanted to bring it for me!! -whines- sorry lar. dun pound me to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;crystal&lt;/b&gt;: WHOOPPS!! aaah. thank you for telling me.. i keep thinking its summer time.. -hides face-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i keep doing and saying the wrong stuff.. and hence i keep saying whoops. oh what the heck. im talking crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we had talentime meeting on wed.&lt;br /&gt;it kinda sucked.&lt;br /&gt;yeahs.&lt;br /&gt;we had pt. run run run den because huizyi and suelin, our ahem loudest, erm, cheerers, werent there.. so when we did the rc cheer, it was, to put it mildly, crap. grace, jodie and i were like trying to say it in the midst of pants [okay, maybe that's only me] den it's like we kept mixing up. and saying the wrong stuff.. in the end we only managed to like accomplish a cheer &lt;i&gt;once&lt;/i&gt;. bleah. rubbish right. well and we played poison ball and i kept thinking it was called poison ivy -hides face-, well anyway, we played that and it went.. poof. really weird. cuz erms, kinda like nobody was enthu. oh wells.. and den we played captains ball. and grace tang was soo tall! -whines- but eunice will be proud of me.. hahahs.. well anyways, we played ball. huangzi was good. yeahs. but she couldnt remember who her teammates were. den i, even more blur. bleargh. i kept throwing it to grace tang. dunno why.. but i keep thinking that she was my team member. blah. maybe she did voodoo on me...&lt;br /&gt;well den we strolled to level 4. which was quite bad. sighx. our discipline is like crap. oh wells.. den we went up. discussed abit. i got pissed off with grace. bleargh. den the ma'ams came and broke the terrible news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was awful. i felt as though a part of me had died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nay, not that bad lar. but it was bad. terrible. upsetting.&lt;br /&gt;hq changed the criteria.&lt;br /&gt;so now, the only item our level is involved in is drama. nice huh. so poor me, after all the effort spent on the level song.... sighx. pity sinlin and me. our efforts have gone to waste. ):&lt;br /&gt;so we discussed drama. wanted to this plot. Lamb for Slaughter or something like that. from the roald dahl book. [is this how you spell it huh] well anyways, yahs.. its really really funny. but i dunno how to act it out lar. its so weird. yeahs. but den huizyi wanted her war thingy so its a bunch of great big mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we need help from a drama person!! can some drama person come forward and help us abit???!!! plssss.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and den we had a talk with the ma'ams after besurai [is this how you spell it] oh yesh, and guess what.. i banged my head against jodie's. so dumb right. we were arranging bottles den it's like, CONK. &lt;br /&gt;baah. &lt;br /&gt;den i went home. and slacked all the way. till i watched charmed. it was weird. i think wyatt is so cute. is that how you spell his name. i mean the baby one. not the big old, baddy one. yahs. and chris was cute too lar. but the charmed ones dont believe him. im starting to hate all the charmed ones. and erms, like chris and leo. and wyatt. because leo is  so poor thing. i mean, hafta see his wife go out on dates and act as the babysitter. bleargh. i mean, doesnt piper love him anymore??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well den yesterday, i went to watch shark tale!!&lt;br /&gt;it was stupid.&lt;br /&gt;dumb.&lt;br /&gt;but funny. and i think lenny is super cute.. his voice and all.. very very extremely cute. "why did you hit me in the eye? it's all red now" hahas.. oh, and the part where he emerged from the shower thingy as a dolphin. den he went "tada!" hahahaha... that part was super funny. actually, all the parts containing lenny was very funny. he is super cute lar. and the part where he was so sad cuz frankie died. and all. oscar was a jerk. so was lola. and the puffer fish. oh, and reno or something like that.. leno?? the big boss. the godfather. hahaha.. i think hes so poor thing lor. and he got illtreated at the whale wash.&lt;br /&gt;but overall, it wasnt that nice lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i read angels and demon liaos!! i spent the whole of wed reading it.after the meeting. hahas.. it is super nice. but i think the davinci code is the nicest. (: i like robert langdon. and i think the ambigrams were really cool. it was designed by this artist called john langdon. i think hes super talentedd. and the whole thing was cool. &lt;br /&gt;but seriously, in all those books and all that.. den the person will keep praying to god and all that stuff. and you dont see god helping him what. blah. dont understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i read the new csi booK!!! grave matters.&lt;br /&gt;nice.&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/8846206-109963635036086773?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/109963635036086773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=109963635036086773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/109963635036086773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/109963635036086773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2004/11/cara-feels.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-109941281687916954</id><published>2004-11-03T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T00:26:56.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Look at the stars,&lt;br /&gt;Look how they shine for you,&lt;br /&gt;And everything you do,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, they were all yellow.&lt;br /&gt;I came along,&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a song for you,&lt;br /&gt;And all the things you do,&lt;br /&gt;And it was called "Yellow."&lt;br /&gt;So then I took my turn,&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a thing to have done,&lt;br /&gt;And it was all "Yellow."&lt;br /&gt;Your skin&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, your skin and bones,&lt;br /&gt;Turn into something beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;You know, you know I love you so,&lt;br /&gt;You know I love you so.&lt;br /&gt;I swam across,&lt;br /&gt;I jumped across for you,&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;Cos you were all "Yellow,"&lt;br /&gt;I drew a line,&lt;br /&gt;I drew a line for you,&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a thing to do,&lt;br /&gt;And it was all "Yellow."&lt;br /&gt;Your skin,&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah your skin and bones,&lt;br /&gt;Turn into something beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;And you know for you,&lt;br /&gt;I'd bleed myself dry for you,&lt;br /&gt;I'd bleed myself dry.&lt;br /&gt;It's true, look how they shine for you,&lt;br /&gt;Look how they shine for you,&lt;br /&gt;Look how they shine for,&lt;br /&gt;Look how they shine for you,&lt;br /&gt;Look how they shine for you,&lt;br /&gt;Look how they shine.&lt;br /&gt;Look at the stars,&lt;br /&gt;Look how they shine for you,&lt;br /&gt;And all the things that you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;yellow&lt;/b&gt; by coldplay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846206-109941281687916954?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/109941281687916954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=109941281687916954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/109941281687916954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/109941281687916954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2004/11/look-at-stars-look-how-they-shine-for.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-109941229879141208</id><published>2004-11-03T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T14:33:42.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[[music playing in my head: that thing you do by the wonders]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heehee. on the pretext of being a responsible song i/c, i have borrowed jodie's cd so that i could 'listen' to the oliver twist song for our level song item, when in actual fact, i have been jamming to &lt;i&gt;other&lt;/i&gt; nice songs on her cd. such as that thing you do, the reason, yellow and many more. so you see. i am extremely corrupted. haha. beware. and i have officially decided to give sylvia a nice role for the level song because she lent me her class tee. see. another proof that im corrupted. mwahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;maymay ma'am&lt;/b&gt;: thank you ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;aud ma'am&lt;/b&gt;: haha.. thankew ((: take care too... study hard for the os.. but take care of yourself too!! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;sonia&lt;/b&gt;: i shall say it again: SONIA ROCKS. hahaha (: sorreee!! erms, shall try to get it frm you asap!! hahaha.. and erms, if you simply cant control the urge, you can open up the plastic and burn the cd or something [i promote piracy. boohoo. im a bad girl] haha.. i wont mind. cuz im nice too (: haha.. and yesh! oh did you read today's life?? em lipsynched too!! bah. and how could anyone lip synch to the wrong song?? i mean, like, isnt it obvious that the words dont fit or something?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;rachel&lt;/b&gt;: hello rachel. thank you for tagging (: hahas..hmm.. i strongly suspect that you only tag because i say you rock right?? muz be lar.. hahas (: heehee thank youu (: of course my class rocks. cuz they have a super ultra erms, rocking girl in it which is.. so obviously.. ME. hahah (: okay im egoistic. heehee. i think her single sounds so madonna-ish. but the chorus keeps getting stuck in my head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yesh, just in case there's any nice soul out there reading this.. [im sure there is, since im so nice rite??] erms, i would really really appreciate it if somebody could like take some time out and help me burn a cd??? heehee.. well in case theres really such a kind soul, i shall post the songs here so erms, if that person has all these songs and dun mind burning a cd for me or something.. yeahs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#CCCCCC"&gt;edited&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#CCCCCC"&gt;+&lt;/font&gt;that thing you do by the wonders&lt;font color="#CCCCCC"&gt;+&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#CCCCCC"&gt;+&lt;/font&gt;we're all to blame by sum 41&lt;font color="#CCCCCC"&gt;+&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#CCCCCC"&gt;+&lt;/font&gt;the reason by hoobastank&lt;font color="#CCCCCC"&gt;+&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#CCCCCC"&gt;+&lt;/font&gt;same direction by hoobastank&lt;font color="#CCCCCC"&gt;+&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#CCCCCC"&gt;+&lt;/font&gt;american idiot by greenday&lt;font color="#CCCCCC"&gt;+&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#CCCCCC"&gt;+&lt;/font&gt;1985 by bowling for soup&lt;font color="#CCCCCC"&gt;+&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#CCCCCC"&gt;+&lt;/font&gt;stand by me by i dunno who&lt;font color="#CCCCCC"&gt;+&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#CCCCCC"&gt;+&lt;/font&gt;summer nights by john travolta and oliver newton john&lt;font color="#CCCCCC"&gt;+&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#CCCCCC"&gt;+&lt;/font&gt;school of rock&lt;font color="#CCCCCC"&gt;+&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#CCCCCC"&gt;+&lt;/font&gt;last kiss by pearl jam&lt;font color="#CCCCCC"&gt;+&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#CCCCCC"&gt;+&lt;/font&gt;shakin' by rooney&lt;font color="#CCCCCC"&gt;+&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#CCCCCC"&gt;+&lt;/font&gt;just lose it by eminem&lt;font color="#CCCCCC"&gt;+&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#CCCCCC"&gt;+&lt;/font&gt;car wash by x'tina and missy elliot&lt;font color="#CCCCCC"&gt;+&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anywayys, we had talentime meeting today. unofficial. only half our level came. huge SIGHX. gloria had piano. grace had i dunno what. suelin and huizyi had i dunno wad. so yep, we discussed.. quite a lot.. i think.. and we couldnt find the sec2s. well they were supposedly having a meeting on tuesday. that's why i put the meeting on tues cuz, erms, i needed to tell them some stuff.. but oh wells... nvm. can tell them tmr. tmr's official meeting. not exactly looking forward to PT and firedrills and all that. i think we shld focus more on talentime first.. oh wells. &lt;br /&gt;oh and we had colours and style presentation. the lady was rather eccentric. hhas.. (; but it was really obscene. how she kept erms, stripping in front of us.. like.. errr... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yesh, i read Digital Fortress.. ((: it was... not as nice as da vinci code. i suppose i prefer those religion stuffies den all the maths thingy. cuz digital fortress is so.. mathematics.. and it's like, i hate the way the susan fletcher and david becker are soo stupid. like.. erms, the bad guy is so obvious liaos.. and shes still like denngging over there. blah. i think they're both very thick pple. and they have super slow reaction. and david is ultra dumb. he keeps saying the wrong things and pple keeps misunderstanding him. blah. cant wait to read angels and demon. but im not going to read it now.. cuz if i keep reading, ill run out of books to read and ill get bored to death. &lt;br /&gt;oh yes, i finished scorpio!! hahas.. the book i bought for gloria's bdae.. well anyway, it was nice!! but the ending SUCKED. he died. yes. alex rider. died. EUGH!!! i lurve alex rider!! how could he die!! i lurve him!! i cant live without him!!! ahhh.. he diedddddddd blah. just like artemis fowl. just erased the memory and poofed. well, apparently the author is writing another artemis fowl book so.. its okay. but i dunno if theres another alex rider. pls let there be!! baaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw, did i tell you? okay i didnt. anyway, i was remarking to shonda that everybody's catching the flu bug. well i meant to say flu bug. but some how or another, i said blu fug instead. and erms, if you realised fug sounds a lot like.. well, you knoww.. &lt;br /&gt;so funny right??&lt;br /&gt;that's my baby cousin's fav phrase. he'll go "so funny right?" den start laughing.. hahas..&lt;br /&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/8846206-109941229879141208?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/109941229879141208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=109941229879141208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/109941229879141208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/109941229879141208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2004/11/music-playing-in-my-head-that-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-109932290146568523</id><published>2004-11-01T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T23:33:47.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[[music playing in my head: what you waiting for by gwen stefani]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we had lower sec talentime today and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;we won!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let's give a round of applause to our class!! and co!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall pretend for once that i can sing and dance and i shall give a critical review of today's performance [whoaa so cheem huh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i give it 2/5 stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's talentime performances were filled with boring dance steps which seemed to be repeated thruout all the performances. The singing was terrible. And there was a whole lotta giggling. It would be highly entertaining for perverts such as Gloria Cheng, but for the rest, it would be utterly boring. Hence, i can probably conclude that those who enjoyed themselves would probably be the technician guy and Mr Teh, and also, gloria, because well, gloria is... ahem. Do you know whY?? This is because most of the performances were just filled with girls wearing super short skirts and flashing their bras [and sometimes no bras] and walking on high heels strutting on stage as though it was some kinda America's Top Supermodel contest. Many Sec One classes [who have sadly, lost the kinda innocence sec ones are supposed to have] gave weird performances which consisted of girls scantily clad as though they were bar girls, and just twirling round and round so that their skirts could fly up and they'll start giggling. But then again, i am speaking about &lt;i&gt;most&lt;/i&gt; of the performances. Not all.&lt;br /&gt;And when finally there was a nice song, take for example, the class which did That Thing You Do [the music was good], some person had to spoil it by (a) singing seriously out of tune and giggling halfway thru (b) being giggly and unprofessional dancers. &lt;br /&gt;ANd it was rather obvious that some classes barely bothered to rehearse because it felt as though there was a bunch of monkeys on the stage. And there was even one performance by a certain class that caused Shonda to remark something along the lines of "What the heck were they doing during all the free periods?" &lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway, i felt that the only performances that deserved anything was CO's. and probably SY. because, well, i come from SY and hey, ours was not bad okay. &lt;br /&gt;Actually, i thought that CO deserved to win. not saying that SY doesnt, just that i really thought that CO would win, but as fate would have it...&lt;br /&gt;Because i felt that their dance was really lively and it was... good. Yes. They won the open item. That was really nice. the dance was really nice and all, well, maybe except for the fact that it went a teeny weeny out of tune at times. but it was nice. okay, maybe except for the part where a certain person was trying to act like she was Mariah Carey or Christina Aguilera. Or maybe except for the part where certain people were dancing as though they were dancing for a crowd of lusting fifty-year old chekopek who spend most of their lives in Geylang hanging out with hookers. But apart from that, it was great. &lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and yvonne is in such a happy mood today. hahaha. she kept.. bouncing.. and erms, hugging me.. oh wells, yesh, im very lovable (:&lt;br /&gt;well, anyway, just what i felt about today lar. you can disagree or agree. yeahs. i know im not in the position to say anything or judge, but.. well, its my opinion. and heck, its &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; blog, aint it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i had serious wardrobe problems. ): &lt;br /&gt;but no worries, it was solved.. thanks to dawn's wet and mouldy pe shirt. hahas.. and sylvia!!!&lt;br /&gt;i seriously think our sectwos RAWK.&lt;br /&gt;i know im not supposed to show favourtism but just between you and me, i think sinlin, sylvia, erms, liqin, munching and erms, huanting and melissa [cuz they're my angels!!], and erms, amanda/yitseng and erms, many more.. rocks. oh and rachel too. because you know what, she has the BEST TASTE in the world. well if she still likes gc.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and larissa is still bugging me about the price of the new water bottle.&lt;br /&gt;SIGHZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alas! my poor water bottle!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: i have a feeling that my ward and natalie feel like killing me. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846206-109932290146568523?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/109932290146568523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=109932290146568523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/109932290146568523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/109932290146568523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2004/11/music-playing-in-my-head-what-you.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-109906322527012102</id><published>2004-10-29T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T23:20:25.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'> </title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="2"&gt;bitchy&lt;/font&gt; me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846206-109906322527012102?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/109906322527012102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=109906322527012102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/109906322527012102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/109906322527012102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2004/10/blog-post.html' title=' '/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-109906216437286125</id><published>2004-10-29T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T23:02:44.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;cara feels... like shit.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have nothing to do, so i shall type an entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly realised that it's like, the end of the year. like whoaa. so fast. &lt;br /&gt;still remember last year when i was moaning and groaning about going to 2sy and i hated 2sy cuz obviously, i hated certain people.. but thankfully for me, the certain people ended up in 2co so... [sorry, no offence]&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly... i lurve 2sy.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. kinda strange. but if you get stuck with 37 other pple for one whole year doing stuff like the ymca dance and talentime together, and when your class consists of kick ass people, you'd probably end up loving ur class right? oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;just that.. i'd probably miss my class. so many pple got A2 [triple science and geog]. so we're probably going to go different classes or something??? i dunno... so im probably gonna miss some stuff about our class.. sighx.&lt;br /&gt;and im gonna miss pple who are leaving next year.. cant remember all of them but.. ah wells.. will really miss them. sob sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw, i got A1 [triple science and full lit]. yeah. dunno whether i shld be happy. i got what i chose for, didnt i?? wondered if i got what i &lt;u&gt;wanted&lt;/u&gt;. but since my mother wants me to take triple science.. i cant do anything about it right? she probably knows best or something.. i dunno. just wished she would have listenedd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw, anyone else got A1??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vanessa was so happy she got into triple science cuz last minute, someone decided not to take triple science. haha. she wants to hug that person. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;` living in the shadows of someone else's dream&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, about today...&lt;br /&gt;we had skills with the unseen. dieded of hunger. my gastric was killing me. well, it was fun. the whole thing was quite nice lar.. not as boring as the WITs. and the ms julia was corny. yups. and our song was... out of tune. haha.&lt;br /&gt;we were like, anyhow singing to her. but she gave us the signature anyway. haha.&lt;br /&gt;shonda lost her pen. den it was stolen by some co girl. den she took it back. maybe thats what happened to my pen too. hrmph. -indignant snort-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, i read the Da Vinci Code by dan brown. haha. cuz so many people from the &lt;b&gt;bookworm club&lt;/b&gt; were reading it. den since yuankheng told me it was anti-christianity [i was cheated. hrmph.] i decided to read it. hahaha. well, anyway, it wasnt anti-christianity lar.. it was just so... fascinating. like the whole thing about the grail. the fact that jesus has a wife and a child.. i mean, it sounds more realistic than the whole jesus walking on water thing. oh, and the part where the curator of the museum died and the way he arranged himself and put all those clues was so cool. like, there were so many codes and cryptic messages to figure out... and all.. with all those words den like the newton's apple thingy and all.. yeah. really really cool. wonder if it's true anot. i mean, the whole PHI thingy. i mean, isnt it cool?? like PHI is considered the most beautiful number in the universe. and the whole leonardo da vinci being the grand master and the stuff dat he hid in his art. haha.. the mona lisa. why the heck is it famous anywayy. hahas.. maybe i shld appreciate art more.. hahaha.. i think all these stuff are so fascinating.. &lt;br /&gt;going to borrow the digital fortress frm grace teh.oh yes, grace &lt;strike&gt;was&lt;/strike&gt; is  mad. i think cuz she got same stream as us den she started hugging me like mad.. ewww.. hhahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singapore idol was boring. christopher is finally out. yayyy.&lt;br /&gt;wonder why pple vote for daphne anyway. i dont think shes good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;funny how everything i do reminds me of `yyou&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846206-109906216437286125?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/109906216437286125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=109906216437286125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/109906216437286125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/109906216437286125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2004/10/cara-feels.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-109886362253991757</id><published>2004-10-27T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T15:53:42.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Threw some chords together&lt;br /&gt;The combination D-E-F&lt;br /&gt;It's who I am, it's what I do&lt;br /&gt;No one's gonna let it down for you&lt;br /&gt;Try to focus my attention&lt;br /&gt;But I feel so A-D-E&lt;br /&gt;I need some help, some inspiration&lt;br /&gt;(But it's not coming easily)&lt;br /&gt;Whoah oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find the magic&lt;br /&gt;Trying to write a classic&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know, don't you know, don't you know?&lt;br /&gt;Waste-bin full of paper&lt;br /&gt;Clever rhymes, see you later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These words are my own&lt;br /&gt;From my heart flown&lt;br /&gt;I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you&lt;br /&gt;There's no other way&lt;br /&gt;To better say&lt;br /&gt;I love you, I love you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read some Byron, Shelly and Keats&lt;br /&gt;Resited in over a Hip-Hop beat&lt;br /&gt;I'm having trouble saying what I mean&lt;br /&gt;With dead poets and drum machines&lt;br /&gt;I know I had some studio time booked&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't find a killer hook&lt;br /&gt;Now you're gonna raise the bar right up&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I write is ever good enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These words are my own&lt;br /&gt;From my heart flown&lt;br /&gt;I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you&lt;br /&gt;There's no other way&lt;br /&gt;To better say&lt;br /&gt;I love you, I love you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting off my stage&lt;br /&gt;The curtains pull away&lt;br /&gt;No hyper bowl to hide behind&lt;br /&gt;My naked soul exposes&lt;br /&gt;Whoah.. oh.. oh.. oh.. Whoah.. oh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find the magic&lt;br /&gt;Trying to write a classic&lt;br /&gt;Waste-bin full of paper&lt;br /&gt;Clever rhymes, see you later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These words are my own&lt;br /&gt;From my heart flown&lt;br /&gt;I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you&lt;br /&gt;There's no other way&lt;br /&gt;To better say&lt;br /&gt;I love you...&lt;br /&gt;I love you, is that okay...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;these words&lt;/b&gt; by natasha bedingfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;to all who wished me happy birthday&lt;/b&gt;: thanks a lot!!!! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;roxanne&lt;/b&gt;: hee hee.. sorre lar.. but i just erms, get a kick out of changing blogs?? hahas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;nicole&lt;/b&gt;: yups, i like it!! ((: thanks a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;may may ma'am&lt;/b&gt;: hee hee. i decided that popcornnn- looked weird so... sorry lar... i nva said i dun like popcorn leh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sob sob- poor cara is at home now. she's been at home since monday afternoon ): poor cara went home early halfway thru the boring WITs workshop [not that she regrets it] and has been stuck at home since then. guess whY?? poor cara has got fever!! boohoo. thanks to xuewen, the great virus-spreader.&lt;br /&gt;super unfair. wanted to go to school today one. sorry to xuewen and gloria. but den my fever came back yesterday night, halfway thru watching csi [it was chad michael murray!!!] and erm, yahs... sighhhx. and gloria was telling me how fun the erms, balls, were.. okayy.. this sounds gross... but the way gloria says it, it's even more gross... sighx.. cant be bothered to say.&lt;br /&gt;and i bet i missed a lot of talentime practice and all that. i mean the class one. and we were supposed to bring our costumes today. but i couldnt anyways. cuz my jeans and teeshirts are in the wash. in fact, erms, they're still in the pile of dirty clothes. haha. oh wells...&lt;br /&gt;boohoo. i am bored. bored. like, besides sleeping and eating and watching teevee.. what else can i do?? ive got no more books to read. oh wells.. there's charmed to look forward to tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw, if you wanna tag gloria, you can now. theres a tagboard inside her blog. stupid gloria. cant do it herself and make poor cara do it for her ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;double sighx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing to update lar... sighx. life is so boring.... and im getting weird dreams about *you.&lt;br /&gt;bleargh. &lt;br /&gt;im watching too much teevee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846206-109886362253991757?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846206.post-109886359624304216</id><published>2004-10-27T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T15:53:16.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You can dress me up diamonds&lt;br /&gt;You can dress me up in dirt&lt;br /&gt;You can throw me like a line-man&lt;br /&gt;I like it better when it hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I have waited here for you&lt;br /&gt;I have waited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna lala&lt;br /&gt;In the kitchen on the floor&lt;br /&gt;I'll be a French maid&lt;br /&gt;When I meet you at the door&lt;br /&gt;I'm like an alley cat&lt;br /&gt;Drink the milk up I want more&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna scream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can meet me on an aeroplane&lt;br /&gt;Or in the back of the bus&lt;br /&gt;You can throw me like a boomerang&lt;br /&gt;I'll come back and beat you up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I have waited here for you&lt;br /&gt;Dont, keep me waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna lala&lt;br /&gt;In the kitchen on the floor&lt;br /&gt;I'll be a french maid&lt;br /&gt;When I meet you at the door&lt;br /&gt;I'm like an alley cat&lt;br /&gt;Drink the milk up I want more&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna scream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna lala&lt;br /&gt;In the kitchen on the floor&lt;br /&gt;I'll be a french maid&lt;br /&gt;When I meet you at the door&lt;br /&gt;I'm like an alley cat&lt;br /&gt;Drink the milk up i want more&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna scream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel safe with you&lt;br /&gt;I can be myself tonight&lt;br /&gt;It's alright with you&lt;br /&gt;Cause you hold my secrets tight&lt;br /&gt;You do, You do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna lala, lalala, lalala, lalalala, lala&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna lala, lalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna lala&lt;br /&gt;In the kitchen on the floor&lt;br /&gt;I'll be a french maid&lt;br /&gt;When I meet you at the door&lt;br /&gt;I'm like an alley cat&lt;br /&gt;Drink the milk up I want more&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna lala&lt;br /&gt;In the kitchen on the floor&lt;br /&gt;I'll be a french maid&lt;br /&gt;When I meet you at the door&lt;br /&gt;I'm like an alley cat&lt;br /&gt;Drink the milk up I want more&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna scream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna lala, lalala, lalala, lalala, lala&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna lala, lalala, lalala, lalala, lala&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna lala, lalala, lalala, lalala, lala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;lala&lt;/b&gt; by ashlee simpson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846206-109886359624304216?l=predictable-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/feeds/109886359624304216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846206&amp;postID=109886359624304216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/109886359624304216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846206/posts/default/109886359624304216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictable-.blogspot.com/2004/10/you-can-dress-me-up-diamonds-you-can.html' title=''/><author><name>cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365063602995804683</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-8846206.post-109854101266288508</id><published>2004-10-23T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T22:49:26.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*new blog. again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw, gloria has a new &lt;a href="http://ingenious-.diaryland.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;. hahas.. created it for her ((: well anyways, i think it's empty for the moment. &lt;br /&gt;yups&lt;br /&gt;that's it.&lt;br /&gt;will reply the tags asap. sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erms, btw, if you lazy to relink also nvm. because if you go to popcornnn, it's supposed to redirect to here but erms, im not sure if it works so...&lt;br /&gt;yah... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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