<?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-2208401253975782832</id><updated>2011-07-08T04:49:43.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not alright</title><subtitle type='html'>Not now, not ever. A shell of false pretense. A facade put up just for you.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Me :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416036336999239931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208401253975782832.post-337457012457307699</id><published>2009-05-20T00:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T00:11:22.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My week...</title><content type='html'>The week's not even half over yet and I'm real beat...&lt;br /&gt;3 tests in the past 2 days...&lt;br /&gt;Another 2 on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful no?&lt;br /&gt;That makes the average number of tests per day a grand total of.... ONE!&lt;br /&gt;A freaking one -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention the school has to be stupidly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;idotic&lt;/span&gt; and place bio and chem on the SAME day one AFTER the OTHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday it'll be BOTH the languages which I'm totally clueless in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great huh?&lt;br /&gt;Life can't get any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait.&lt;br /&gt;It can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems all my non-language common tests are after the holidays, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt; my holidays are forced to be spent on studying!&lt;br /&gt;Not only that I've got to learn to make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kimchi&lt;/span&gt; as well ! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OHHHHH&lt;/span&gt; you just gotta hear this.&lt;br /&gt;The best part of my holiday has been postponed as well.&lt;br /&gt;The GERMANY trip has been postponed due to swine flu.&lt;br /&gt;WHOOO HOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have OFFICIALLY NOTHING to look forward to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Germany Trip.&lt;br /&gt;Yes homework.&lt;br /&gt;Yes study.&lt;br /&gt;Yes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;kimchi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I have salsa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208401253975782832-337457012457307699?l=nothinggoneright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/feeds/337457012457307699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208401253975782832&amp;postID=337457012457307699' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/337457012457307699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/337457012457307699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-week.html' title='My week...'/><author><name>Me :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416036336999239931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208401253975782832.post-8781365705163511221</id><published>2009-05-07T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T22:49:24.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happier note</title><content type='html'>Whooo it's fei's Birthday today.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday fei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol I suddenly feel very old. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;But yea la, I ain't that much older than her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;So... She's the first in our family to get an mp3 mp3, not the handphone mp3.&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy for her I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were wrapping her presents today, we started talking about presents.&lt;br /&gt;We realised that fei got the first mp3.&lt;br /&gt;Rusty got the first psp.&lt;br /&gt;I got the first.... Dunno?&lt;br /&gt;Jol got first... dunno?&lt;br /&gt;Ri.... No idea either. A matter of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels weird ya know.&lt;br /&gt;Having your young sibling getting something you never had before you have.&lt;br /&gt;Ah but it's no great lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may feel envious and jealous....&lt;br /&gt;But I can't do a thing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't something I really wanted or want anyway....I think &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208401253975782832-8781365705163511221?l=nothinggoneright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/feeds/8781365705163511221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208401253975782832&amp;postID=8781365705163511221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/8781365705163511221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/8781365705163511221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/2009/05/happier-note.html' title='Happier note'/><author><name>Me :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416036336999239931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2208401253975782832.post-8035528205926562983</id><published>2009-05-07T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T22:29:31.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgotten</title><content type='html'>You forgot didn't you?&lt;br /&gt;Yea I guess you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried refraining myself from reminding you.&lt;br /&gt;I find I appear desperate.&lt;br /&gt;The only one who wanted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's not important enough to care about....&lt;br /&gt;To remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should I bother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is I do.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you forgot....&lt;br /&gt;I feel out of place.&lt;br /&gt;Uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;Uneasy.&lt;br /&gt;Lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I mean anything at all to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am merely someone to keep you company when no one else will?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a random talks with one of my friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I care to much.&lt;br /&gt;Think too much.&lt;br /&gt;Feel too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's me who makes myself unhappy, uncomfortable, lonely and such....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were talking...&lt;br /&gt;She told me, her first meeting with me was scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said I looked unsociable and scary.&lt;br /&gt;Am I really?&lt;br /&gt;Do I look that unapproachable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I do.&lt;br /&gt;How do you make one look more approachable &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;oO&lt;/span&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/2208401253975782832-8035528205926562983?l=nothinggoneright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/feeds/8035528205926562983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208401253975782832&amp;postID=8035528205926562983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/8035528205926562983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/8035528205926562983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/2009/05/forgotten.html' title='Forgotten'/><author><name>Me :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416036336999239931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2208401253975782832.post-4634788290964417649</id><published>2009-04-28T18:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T18:51:21.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey</title><content type='html'>Hey its been awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no difference.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just as bored with school.&lt;br /&gt;The same falling asleep in lectures and class.&lt;br /&gt;The same late work.&lt;br /&gt;The same teachers.&lt;br /&gt;The same environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.... Not the same dance steps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to Intermediate.&lt;br /&gt;We'll be starting our lesson this sat.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to join more classes....&lt;br /&gt;I brought it up once when my parents were there....&lt;br /&gt;My dad... Wasn't supportive.&lt;br /&gt;He just had to burst my bubble...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ballroom/ social dance is my current interest.&lt;br /&gt;Can't he give me something to gush over and be all hyped up for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the uni has them...&lt;br /&gt;So what?&lt;br /&gt;That's a while back.&lt;br /&gt;I've been postponing joining lessons since like forever.&lt;br /&gt;I only finally took the step and started this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nevermind&lt;/span&gt;, I shan't let him affect me.&lt;br /&gt;I know these stuff will affect the time I have left for studying.&lt;br /&gt;I know I need the time badly too.&lt;br /&gt;But still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still going to look for more lessons.&lt;br /&gt;Since the only person who will join me for any of these lessons (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;xd&lt;/span&gt;) wants the lessons to be either on waltz, tango or foxtrot, my range is rather little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Nevermind&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Hope &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;there'll&lt;/span&gt; be a lesson starting soon somewhere nearby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208401253975782832-4634788290964417649?l=nothinggoneright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/feeds/4634788290964417649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208401253975782832&amp;postID=4634788290964417649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/4634788290964417649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/4634788290964417649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey.html' title='Hey'/><author><name>Me :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416036336999239931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2208401253975782832.post-449883457130871685</id><published>2009-04-05T00:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T01:02:21.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yozy&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm freaking tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been so for the past few days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea why -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why I currently have a whole pile of homework to complete in my supposed weekend.&lt;br /&gt;But guess what?&lt;br /&gt;Saturday has passed and it's now Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I won't be finishing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man... I feel like such a failure.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I be like the others and DO my work.&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have to feel so drained after I get home every night -.-&lt;br /&gt;So much so I can't think straight, don't even start on studying and doing my homework...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;Great.&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CCA&lt;/span&gt; is officially 2 days a week now.&lt;br /&gt;Which brings the number of free days to 1. (weekday)&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or not.&lt;br /&gt;Since it's the only early day, it's used for extra lessons/ make up lessons/ consultations / lectures....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW.&lt;br /&gt;WONDERFUL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I've still got Salsa....&lt;br /&gt;But it's already the 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; lesson....&lt;br /&gt;I hope he'll continue teaching...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the only time I don't think about the mountain of homework I have to so much as start on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese tuition's been .... great?&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of asking her if she can teach me twice a week again.&lt;br /&gt;I really need it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll ask the "boss" there if I could possibly go to the center after school on my ONLY free day, to make use of the facilities to study...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208401253975782832-449883457130871685?l=nothinggoneright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/feeds/449883457130871685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208401253975782832&amp;postID=449883457130871685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/449883457130871685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/449883457130871685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/2009/04/yo.html' title='Yo...'/><author><name>Me :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416036336999239931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2208401253975782832.post-4523310010603564640</id><published>2009-03-26T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T22:56:04.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Again</title><content type='html'>You did it again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have expected that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact... I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hoped....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you wouldn't...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208401253975782832-4523310010603564640?l=nothinggoneright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/feeds/4523310010603564640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208401253975782832&amp;postID=4523310010603564640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/4523310010603564640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/4523310010603564640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/2009/03/again.html' title='Again'/><author><name>Me :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416036336999239931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2208401253975782832.post-7248155352454289751</id><published>2009-03-26T22:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T22:54:55.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty...</title><content type='html'>Why is it you make me feel guilty for doing things which others can easily do?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it you make me feel guilty for such small things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You did it again ya know.&lt;br /&gt;You made me feel like shit.&lt;br /&gt;You made me chose, because you phrased it such that emitted your disapproval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You happy now?&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing it your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hah&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208401253975782832-7248155352454289751?l=nothinggoneright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/feeds/7248155352454289751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208401253975782832&amp;postID=7248155352454289751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/7248155352454289751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/7248155352454289751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/2009/03/guilty.html' title='Guilty...'/><author><name>Me :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416036336999239931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2208401253975782832.post-1669520015944214966</id><published>2009-03-18T00:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T00:19:56.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>So... today has been one of the most slackish days since school started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel guilty for indulging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with the others.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm first time in 2 weeks whereby everyone was there.&lt;br /&gt;I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea.. went to school for a freaking 1 hour -.-&lt;br /&gt;So waste time...&lt;br /&gt;I could have slept longer instead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then met jenny, was suppose to have mac but it was overpopulated with Saints :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called xd.&lt;br /&gt;Jenny called Kel.&lt;br /&gt;It was funny &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I called first so naturally xd picked up first.&lt;br /&gt;Though I have to say I was rather surprised.&lt;br /&gt;The sleepy hello which I've missed pretty much told me it was the phone call which woke her up.&lt;br /&gt;Talked, asked, discussed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime ( while i was still talking to xd), Jenny called kel.&lt;br /&gt;And conveniently passed his phone to me.&lt;br /&gt;So there i was, holding 2 phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practically had the same conversation all over again.&lt;br /&gt;I was also greeted with a sleepy hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the funny part. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;The sleepy hellos :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... So.. got to amkss...&lt;br /&gt;Collected cert...&lt;br /&gt;Went for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Stoned.&lt;br /&gt;Left.&lt;br /&gt;Back to school.&lt;br /&gt;CCA meeting.&lt;br /&gt;Melted.&lt;br /&gt;Got burnt.&lt;br /&gt;Perspired.&lt;br /&gt;Ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Kel and xd for movie.&lt;br /&gt;Marley and me.&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't that great.&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't bad either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN.&lt;br /&gt;Me and xd did the paint thingy which I was deprived of when i was still considered a child.&lt;br /&gt;I looked so stupid there.&lt;br /&gt;In my jc uni ( thank god not my full u &gt;&lt;), sitting on the ground, since sitting on the chair gave me no leg space whatsoever, not to mention a backache, doing the art thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;Kel was looking at us with horrific amusment &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for dragging you along again!&lt;br /&gt;I know you were bored :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;think my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Winnie&lt;/span&gt;-the-pooh came out rather alright :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208401253975782832-1669520015944214966?l=nothinggoneright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/feeds/1669520015944214966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208401253975782832&amp;postID=1669520015944214966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/1669520015944214966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/1669520015944214966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/2009/03/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Me :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416036336999239931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2208401253975782832.post-4465109802881402053</id><published>2009-03-15T20:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T20:26:26.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese tuition</title><content type='html'>Whoo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally started my chinese tuition.&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention... I've got the same teacher!&lt;br /&gt;YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way I've been able to survive tuition last year is due to the fact that it was her who taught me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With her I have more confidence &gt;&lt; &lt;br /&gt;She's my favorite Chinese teacher.&lt;br /&gt;The only teacher who has made Chinese anywhere remotely close to interesting :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I've started tuition.&lt;br /&gt;I know I need it badly.&lt;br /&gt;The earlier I start the better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, my teacher is high in demand.&lt;br /&gt;Her schedule is packed to the brim &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful she has agreed to slot me in somewhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm her only current JC student.&lt;br /&gt;Thus it'll be a slightly harder job for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've told her this before.&lt;br /&gt;But I want to say it here too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks! &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208401253975782832-4465109802881402053?l=nothinggoneright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/feeds/4465109802881402053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208401253975782832&amp;postID=4465109802881402053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/4465109802881402053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/4465109802881402053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/2009/03/chinese-tuition.html' title='Chinese tuition'/><author><name>Me :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416036336999239931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2208401253975782832.post-1749838769665324927</id><published>2009-03-14T10:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T10:48:08.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>It's finally the holidays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll all be over soon though.&lt;br /&gt;The first 2 days of the week are already occupied with school.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday is currently my only free day.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday and Friday going Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;It'll be over all too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MSA&lt;/span&gt;1 just ended yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially failing them all.&lt;br /&gt;It'll seriously be a miracle if I do pass.&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that I didn't study.&lt;br /&gt;So I guess the marks I get would be deserving.&lt;br /&gt;But still.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really need to get back to study mood...&lt;br /&gt;I don't even care about exams...&lt;br /&gt;How can that be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It used to matter a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Now... I just sleep the day away...&lt;br /&gt;HOW?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided.&lt;br /&gt;That I won't come online during the weekdays except when there is a need to do projects.&lt;br /&gt;During the weekends, I'll have to chose to either be online during the day or at night.&lt;br /&gt;I've also decided to take up my mum's offer to tutor my brother in science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is... It's Primary 6 science.&lt;br /&gt;Totally different from what I know now.&lt;br /&gt;So I shall just give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I offered to tutor my other two sisters, as they were closer to my level, and would in turn help me revise for my own lessons as well...&lt;br /&gt;However my mum refused, saying that she would see first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for timetable...&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how to do that.&lt;br /&gt;If i reach home early, I'll eat, shower and then...&lt;br /&gt;When I attempt to start reading my notes for example, I'll end up nodding off.&lt;br /&gt;So I'll take a nap and waste the remaining time of the day away...&lt;br /&gt;Wake up before dinner and then... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;every one's&lt;/span&gt; home.&lt;br /&gt;So..  do nothing again.&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a failure.&lt;br /&gt;I've accomplished nothing.&lt;br /&gt;At the rate I'm going...&lt;br /&gt;I won't accomplish anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208401253975782832-1749838769665324927?l=nothinggoneright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/feeds/1749838769665324927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208401253975782832&amp;postID=1749838769665324927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/1749838769665324927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/1749838769665324927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/2009/03/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>Me :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416036336999239931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2208401253975782832.post-8214405144851256362</id><published>2009-03-11T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T23:10:13.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MSA</title><content type='html'>It's the first set of tests/exams and I'm doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I'm doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still totally in holiday mood.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seriously studied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even today, I slacked half the day away and even till now, I haven't exactly touched my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep telling myself that it'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;That I'll pass even without studying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know I won't.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just deluding myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 3 tests today.&lt;br /&gt;Total crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese...&lt;br /&gt;I tried spending the day before re-writing the compo we had done before since my teacher said the question that would come out, would be along those line.&lt;br /&gt;I rewrote it using p6 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; examples...&lt;br /&gt;Since narrative was the only option given, and I haven't written one in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; since like forever.&lt;br /&gt;So I wrote it, and tried memorising it.&lt;br /&gt;And fell asleep half way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I was panicking.&lt;br /&gt;I revised what i had memorised in my head even while the national anthem was playing.&lt;br /&gt;While they were having scripture reading and prayer, i was busy finishing up the last few paragraphs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then guess what?&lt;br /&gt;I totally forgot them all when it was time to write.... -.-&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now next..&lt;br /&gt;GP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; that's definitely a fail too.&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea how to paraphrase and substitute words.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't even think.&lt;br /&gt;What's another word for happiness? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;After that... chem....&lt;br /&gt;I was suppose to have 1 hour of chem tutorial before a half an hour break and then the actual test.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;My teacher didn't even come.&lt;br /&gt;So we didn't get to ask her stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The test was the worst of all.&lt;br /&gt;I think only 1 out of 27 finished the paper.&lt;br /&gt;I'm one of the 26....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great huh?&lt;br /&gt;It'll seriously be a miracle if i pass all my exams....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208401253975782832-8214405144851256362?l=nothinggoneright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/feeds/8214405144851256362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208401253975782832&amp;postID=8214405144851256362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/8214405144851256362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/8214405144851256362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/2009/03/msa.html' title='MSA'/><author><name>Me :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416036336999239931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2208401253975782832.post-3263665732948941637</id><published>2009-03-04T20:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T20:48:23.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cross Country</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Isn't cross country great huh?&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bleugh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I had mine today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; me~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't run though.&lt;br /&gt;I just wasted time walking in a loop of 3.6km.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wonderful, my old injury is acting up yet again.&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention that I have PE for the next 2 days...&lt;br /&gt;Which I'll definitely have to run...&lt;br /&gt;Sucks man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I hate running.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the shorts! (It's short!)&lt;br /&gt;ROAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get the guy shorts, but it'll be like totally weird... T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. we ended early then they told us.&lt;br /&gt;I had time to kill before supposedly meeting the guys at pp.&lt;br /&gt;Which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; happen by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. I just tagged along with my class and followed them to pp.&lt;br /&gt;I knew I was gonna eat with the others, so I just told my class to go ahead and chose non-halal stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I got wonderful news that jenny won't be able to make it.&lt;br /&gt;So the plans changed.&lt;br /&gt;Meeting at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt; instead~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kel&lt;/span&gt;, I just realised that lunch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;convo&lt;/span&gt; was one of the serious ones in a long time o.o&lt;br /&gt;Eh but cool.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta know more about how you think :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Noooooooo&lt;/span&gt;, I didn't find my salsa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;cd&lt;/span&gt;! T.T&lt;br /&gt;So sad :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208401253975782832-3263665732948941637?l=nothinggoneright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/feeds/3263665732948941637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208401253975782832&amp;postID=3263665732948941637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/3263665732948941637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/3263665732948941637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/2009/03/cross-country.html' title='Cross Country'/><author><name>Me :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416036336999239931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2208401253975782832.post-3286111902537900423</id><published>2009-02-28T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T20:30:19.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of place</title><content type='html'>I feel so.. out of place.&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to have made it and gotten into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cca&lt;/span&gt; of my choice.&lt;br /&gt;But again... I don't feel that I belong there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2 rounds of elimination and I'm one of the few left standing.&lt;br /&gt;I should be pound of myself no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't I feel so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep wondering how it was I even got there.&lt;br /&gt;What was it I had that convinced them to chose me?&lt;br /&gt;Why me?&lt;br /&gt;Why not someone else?&lt;br /&gt;What did they see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look at everyone else there... I feel inferior...&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else was open and having fun.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone had a group of friends.&lt;br /&gt;Or at least a friend with them.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least there's someone from my class too.&lt;br /&gt;She's great.&lt;br /&gt;A great person.&lt;br /&gt;It's not surprising she got in.&lt;br /&gt;But how in the world did I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep asking myself.&lt;br /&gt;What is it I have that the others didn't?&lt;br /&gt;I still come up blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think there's anything special about me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any ability whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, as I look around me at those other great people that have been chosen.&lt;br /&gt;A fear comes up within me and I start to panic...&lt;br /&gt;What if I do something wrong?&lt;br /&gt;What if.. the teachers find that they made a mistake in choosing me?&lt;br /&gt;What if...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt so uncertain and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking that my every move is checked.&lt;br /&gt;That within a group filled with great people, I'll be standing out...&lt;br /&gt;Not as the greatest, but one of the worst...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid I won't do well enough.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid I'll be given the boot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208401253975782832-3286111902537900423?l=nothinggoneright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/feeds/3286111902537900423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208401253975782832&amp;postID=3286111902537900423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/3286111902537900423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/3286111902537900423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/2009/02/out-of-place.html' title='Out of place'/><author><name>Me :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416036336999239931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2208401253975782832.post-1267589494634297110</id><published>2009-02-28T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T20:29:18.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>I hate change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised how much I tend to cling on to what has been.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think I'm the only one.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else moves on.&lt;br /&gt;But I feel as though I'm stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep feeling and thinking that I'm the only one who wants what was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it so bad to feel this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that thinking this way leaves me less open to other situations and people.&lt;br /&gt;It's a hindrance as it narrows my mind-set and leaves me restricted.&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for sameness.&lt;br /&gt;Something/someone who had something in common with what I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss what was.&lt;br /&gt;But perhaps it's only me who does.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else seems rather unaffected by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to start from scratch again.&lt;br /&gt;Adapting to the environment, to the lesson, to the curriculum, to the people.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel out of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;In a maze on my own and no one to accompany me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it's true, but perhaps I'm a bit to reserved.&lt;br /&gt;Do I emit some aura which just screams go away leave me alone?&lt;br /&gt;I dunno man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208401253975782832-1267589494634297110?l=nothinggoneright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/feeds/1267589494634297110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208401253975782832&amp;postID=1267589494634297110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/1267589494634297110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/1267589494634297110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/2009/02/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Me :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416036336999239931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2208401253975782832.post-1300531189568807612</id><published>2009-02-27T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T23:45:24.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JC</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jc&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;It's just one word.&lt;br /&gt;Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sucky&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And full of suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think I thought secondary school was bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Every one's&lt;/span&gt; studying.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers don't exactly make the lessons anymore easier to understand either.&lt;br /&gt;Going at paces where almost no one can catch up with, just so to meet the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, what do we get?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Just a carbon copy of the teachers underlined words, circled numerals and unreadable scribbling.&lt;br /&gt;Anything in my head?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they want us to go for an exam...&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm like just gonna flunk everything.&lt;br /&gt;I 'm quite sure I will fail my very first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; exam of the year...&lt;br /&gt;At the rate I'm going.. I'm bound to fail the others too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to panic...&lt;br /&gt;What if...&lt;br /&gt;I'm just not good enough to be promoted?&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to waste another year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only way is to study...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;How appealing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208401253975782832-1300531189568807612?l=nothinggoneright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/feeds/1300531189568807612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208401253975782832&amp;postID=1300531189568807612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/1300531189568807612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/1300531189568807612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/2009/02/jc.html' title='JC'/><author><name>Me :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416036336999239931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2208401253975782832.post-1138836656313939884</id><published>2009-02-21T15:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T15:35:53.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SALSA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;WHOOO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;I'm continuing salsa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; salsa is like so cool.&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Salsa&lt;/span&gt; always makes my day :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the last lesson for the salsa elementary stage 1 course.&lt;br /&gt;We just signed up for the salsa elementary stage 2 course :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Weeeeee&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm still attending the lesson on the same day at the same time :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could join other ballroom/social dances.&lt;br /&gt;But there are certain restrictions.&lt;br /&gt;1. No one to join with me.&lt;br /&gt;2. It there is, time may clash.&lt;br /&gt;3. Time constrain. (I'll always make time for it!)&lt;br /&gt;4 Venue. The CC here only has like one new ballroom/social dance course per month.&lt;br /&gt;5. Timing. It's often in the middle of the day, which in the end doesn't allow me to do much else.&lt;br /&gt;6. Day. Saturday is the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Anyone wanna join me? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208401253975782832-1138836656313939884?l=nothinggoneright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/feeds/1138836656313939884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208401253975782832&amp;postID=1138836656313939884' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/1138836656313939884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/1138836656313939884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/2009/02/salsa.html' title='SALSA'/><author><name>Me :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416036336999239931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2208401253975782832.post-3721923000738463548</id><published>2009-02-21T00:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T00:45:29.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life.</title><content type='html'>Ok.. So it's been awhile since I actually wrote about school, so I'll start now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's not so great, as usual...&lt;br /&gt;Late hours, horrible boring subjects, un-interesting teachers...&lt;br /&gt;Yea you get the drift..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our official timetable today.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited...&lt;br /&gt;The earliest I end is at 2.30...&lt;br /&gt;And wow!&lt;br /&gt;My FAVOURITE PE!&lt;br /&gt;They're twice a week!&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait.... -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, my class has been unlucky enough to end up with all the boring teachers...&lt;br /&gt;Especially Econs...&lt;br /&gt;Man.. I don't get a single thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously got to start working ...&lt;br /&gt;I've forgotten all my basics, and thus am stoned at most areas.&lt;br /&gt;I really gotta move it and start!&lt;br /&gt;To add on, I've got to read the additional stuff piled on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow... JC life is a real breeze...&lt;br /&gt;At the rate I'm going...&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to fear that I won't get promoted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah... I really need to organise my time...&lt;br /&gt;Divide the remaining time not inclusive of lessons into CCA, studies, and of course dance...&lt;br /&gt;Dance being the only thing that keeps me moving on...&lt;br /&gt;And of course the unique courses and trips coming up for our CCA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My class is great.&lt;br /&gt;Great people and all.&lt;br /&gt;But unfortunately a lack of guys T.T&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Don't mistake my statement.&lt;br /&gt;Less guys to befriend!&lt;br /&gt;I find guys funner than gals :P&lt;br /&gt;No offense &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I've got a horrible CT.&lt;br /&gt;Who's not only irresponsible, but a lousy teacher.&lt;br /&gt;She teachers maths...&lt;br /&gt;And will definitely be teaching us.&lt;br /&gt;In other words... I'm flunking maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't had much time to spend as a class as yet.&lt;br /&gt;But from next week onwards, when tutorials officially start, we'll be interacting a lot more with each other.&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to getting to know them better :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208401253975782832-3721923000738463548?l=nothinggoneright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/feeds/3721923000738463548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208401253975782832&amp;postID=3721923000738463548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/3721923000738463548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/3721923000738463548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/2009/02/life.html' title='Life.'/><author><name>Me :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416036336999239931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2208401253975782832.post-6824178356035701727</id><published>2009-02-20T23:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T01:33:07.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations to me!</title><content type='html'>YAY!&lt;br /&gt;I got in!&lt;br /&gt;I did it!&lt;br /&gt;I got it!&lt;br /&gt;I did it!&lt;br /&gt;WHOOO HOOOO~ &gt;&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my parents never see anything I do to be proud of, it's seriously shouldn't have been surprising when they didn't this time either.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess a girl can hope no? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They just can't let me be happy.&lt;br /&gt;They always have to leave a dent in my happiness, leaving a mark that somehow can never return to normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others are not interested in knowing anyway. &lt;br /&gt;I'm bubbling with excitement.&lt;br /&gt;I wish to tell everyone!&lt;br /&gt;Tell them proudly that I'm one of the few who made it in.&lt;br /&gt;But either I get interrupted, or something/someone else seems more important.&lt;br /&gt;As always. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I'm left to congratulate myself.&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic no? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;I should be proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;I did it!&lt;br /&gt;I got in!&lt;br /&gt;Even without my parents being proud of me or any other setback, I still have the right to feel proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;To feel that I have accomplished something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don' you people DARE burst my bubble! &lt;br /&gt;It's my effort.&lt;br /&gt;IT'S MINE!&lt;br /&gt;I didn't need your help!&lt;br /&gt;I didn't need you there!&lt;br /&gt;I did it on my own! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm surprised I got in.&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid...&lt;br /&gt;Really afraid...&lt;br /&gt;Only I'm sure you didn't know it.&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't care anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have gotten used to it...&lt;br /&gt;I feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pitiful&lt;/span&gt; longing for attention and wishing for once they could just truly be happy for me.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I'm still that small child vying for attention though I never seem to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always someone/something that is of more importance.&lt;br /&gt;I'm never listen to.&lt;br /&gt;They don't cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like an extra person there for perhaps decorative purposes.&lt;br /&gt;You doubt me at every move.&lt;br /&gt;You don't believe in me.&lt;br /&gt;You think I can't do anything right.&lt;br /&gt;What more accomplish something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I just don't care....&lt;br /&gt;Why do I need your attention...&lt;br /&gt;Your time...&lt;br /&gt;Your care...&lt;br /&gt;Your approval...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just FREAKING LEAVE ME ALONE ALREADY!&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was a cold unfeeling person...&lt;br /&gt;Then I wouldn't feel this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208401253975782832-6824178356035701727?l=nothinggoneright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/feeds/6824178356035701727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208401253975782832&amp;postID=6824178356035701727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/6824178356035701727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/6824178356035701727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/2009/02/congratulations-to-me_20.html' title='Congratulations to me!'/><author><name>Me :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416036336999239931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2208401253975782832.post-7776285335841982964</id><published>2009-01-31T15:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T15:38:34.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official</title><content type='html'>So... we all received our posting yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that, there had been the chance that I may possibly in the same school as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;xd&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Or even the chance that i may be in a school where most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;amksians&lt;/span&gt; went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm officially not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday... we went to appeal(again) there.&lt;br /&gt;But... As much as I would love to think positively...&lt;br /&gt;My chances are real slim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way, I'm resigned.&lt;br /&gt;But still I hope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm regretting my choices.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really regretting how i ranked the choices of the schools i wanted to apply to.&lt;br /&gt;I'm regretting not learning more about the schools I placed in my choices before I placed them in my choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I face the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;I brought it upon myself.&lt;br /&gt;I have no choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling numb.&lt;br /&gt;Glad for it though.&lt;br /&gt;It pushes aside the panic I feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I think of tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;It holds the tears at bay...&lt;br /&gt;It keeps me hoping...&lt;br /&gt;It prevents me of thinking of what I have now lost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I write this post...&lt;br /&gt;It comes back...&lt;br /&gt;Those thoughts and feelings.&lt;br /&gt;And I wish I didn't start this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I hope.&lt;br /&gt;This will very likely be officially the school I go to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost.&lt;br /&gt;I will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of... starting all over.&lt;br /&gt;Of... remaking friends...&lt;br /&gt;Especially for one like me...&lt;br /&gt;Scares me.&lt;br /&gt;Makes me desperate.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna scream and cry at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208401253975782832-7776285335841982964?l=nothinggoneright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/feeds/7776285335841982964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208401253975782832&amp;postID=7776285335841982964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/7776285335841982964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/7776285335841982964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official'/><author><name>Me :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416036336999239931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2208401253975782832.post-993212169296137732</id><published>2009-01-14T00:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T01:03:30.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>results</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;.. So we got back our results yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gah&lt;/span&gt;. I'm not happy with my results.&lt;br /&gt;I know I could have done better.&lt;br /&gt;But again.. It's too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm stuck with my results... and have to make do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;... ? I can get into a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;jc&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only... Not very good ones though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea.. Now I'm like totally confused.&lt;br /&gt;And am at a lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what I should put in my choices.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;jc&lt;/span&gt;... yet... I don't want to go to poly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Gah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So I have about 3 days left.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still stuck.&lt;br /&gt;Roar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to chose.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to take the step that will affect the route my life will go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208401253975782832-993212169296137732?l=nothinggoneright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/feeds/993212169296137732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208401253975782832&amp;postID=993212169296137732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/993212169296137732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/993212169296137732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/2009/01/results.html' title='results'/><author><name>Me :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416036336999239931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2208401253975782832.post-4220690441220091101</id><published>2009-01-11T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T21:50:41.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's killing me on the inside</title><content type='html'>Crap man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like just giving in to tears..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep trying to think of something else.&lt;br /&gt;To tell myself that tomorrow is nothing.&lt;br /&gt;To tell myself that it'll be alright..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;I know it will not be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROAR!&lt;br /&gt;I freaking want to scream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I both want tomorrow to come quickly, and to never come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it were over.. I won't be feeling this.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be feeling... something else. (... trying not to think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pessimistically&lt;/span&gt;...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it didn't come...&lt;br /&gt;I would be stuck feeling this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BLEUGH&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BLEUGH&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BLEUGH&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;BLEUGH&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;BLEUGH&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;BLEUGH&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;BLEUGH&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;BLEUGH&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;BLEUGH&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;BLEUGH&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;BLEUGH&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;BLEUGH&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;BLEUGH&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;BLEUGH&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;BLEUGH&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;BLEUGH&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;BLEUGH&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208401253975782832-4220690441220091101?l=nothinggoneright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/feeds/4220690441220091101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208401253975782832&amp;postID=4220690441220091101' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/4220690441220091101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/4220690441220091101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-killing-me-on-inside.html' title='It&apos;s killing me on the inside'/><author><name>Me :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416036336999239931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2208401253975782832.post-1108536695089206012</id><published>2009-01-11T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T21:17:57.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red cliff 2!</title><content type='html'>Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally got to watch the long awaited red cliff 2!&lt;br /&gt;It was way better than I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, plenty of people died.&lt;br /&gt;In the end there was no victor.&lt;br /&gt;They both suffered heavy losses.&lt;br /&gt;Though one less than the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The battle was the worse part of course.&lt;br /&gt;The cute "pit"... Just had to die a horrible death.&lt;br /&gt;3 arrows straight through him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man.. He was just so cute in the innocent way.. WHY DID HE HAVE TO DIE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea so...&lt;br /&gt;The battle tactics weren't as grand as they were in the first movie.&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the turtle/tortoise formation.&lt;br /&gt;It was way cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I got to say that it was quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;I loved the part where kong ming got the arrows.&lt;br /&gt;So funny!&lt;br /&gt;Lol!&lt;br /&gt;I still laugh over it as I replay the scene in my mind &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all.&lt;br /&gt;The wait was not in vain.&lt;br /&gt;It was totally worth the wait.&lt;br /&gt;I can't say it's the best show i've watched.&lt;br /&gt;But it was one of the best.&lt;br /&gt;Especially since it's a chinese show. (you should know how much I love chinese &gt;&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea ta-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie managed to keep my mind off tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;The dreaded day.&lt;br /&gt;As I wrote the beginning of this post, I totally forgot.&lt;br /&gt;Now.. I remember the day to come.&lt;br /&gt;And I feel uneasy all over again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208401253975782832-1108536695089206012?l=nothinggoneright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/feeds/1108536695089206012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208401253975782832&amp;postID=1108536695089206012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/1108536695089206012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/1108536695089206012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/2009/01/red-cliff-2.html' title='Red cliff 2!'/><author><name>Me :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416036336999239931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2208401253975782832.post-5338620091734958936</id><published>2009-01-10T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T00:04:03.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salsa lesson 2</title><content type='html'>Whoo hoo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right ok &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my second salsa dance lesson today.&lt;br /&gt;It was so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our recap session in the beginning on the basic steps and rythm of the salsa.&lt;br /&gt;We also learnt to do it to the side and back which were basically the same thing only in a different direction.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we (the females) learnt our basic steps the other way around. (because the one we learnt was the guys move).&lt;br /&gt;We then did partner work just with those basic steps.&lt;br /&gt;Due to the lack of males &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;They had to be shared :P&lt;br /&gt;So yea, every male danced with ever female.&lt;br /&gt;And the females took turns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started off with the instructor, so there were a grand total of 5 males.&lt;br /&gt;Each male had a partner (except for the instructor).&lt;br /&gt;And so we started.&lt;br /&gt;We learnt the positioning of the hands and such.&lt;br /&gt;So we did a few sets before we changed partner, or the lack of therefore &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went a whole round before we moved on to the next part of the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;The turns.&lt;br /&gt;That's basically the female's job.&lt;br /&gt;So yea, we learnt it.&lt;br /&gt;And even tried it with a partner.&lt;br /&gt;The same thing.&lt;br /&gt;We took turns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol!&lt;br /&gt;It was like so cool man ! &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended our lesson with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minute we got home, the three of us practiced :D&lt;br /&gt;We got to be the female and the male.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm better as the male &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;But the female moves are fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait till the next lesson :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208401253975782832-5338620091734958936?l=nothinggoneright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/feeds/5338620091734958936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208401253975782832&amp;postID=5338620091734958936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/5338620091734958936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/5338620091734958936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/2009/01/salsa-lesson-2.html' title='Salsa lesson 2'/><author><name>Me :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416036336999239931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2208401253975782832.post-3687190652546579695</id><published>2009-01-09T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T23:23:25.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first line dance session</title><content type='html'>Yozy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day was rather boring today.&lt;br /&gt;My computer decided not to work for me, and hanged every few mintues.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it hanged the minute it started up -.-&lt;br /&gt;Stupid aint it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was a real boring and slackish day, with no computer to use whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the line dance session made my day :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dance class we had joined is apparently an elementary class of stage 2.&lt;br /&gt;The class was mainly for exsisting members as well as for newcomers with dance background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you can imagine the struggle all 4 of us had (my mum, sisters and me), when they started off with a dance they had learnt previously &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We managed to catch up and move on.&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea the dances would be taught so fast and that we would have finished learning not 1 or 2 but about 5 different dances in the 1 1/2 hour lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Sounds hard eh?&lt;br /&gt;But it isn't that bad.&lt;br /&gt;The thing about line dancing is that it's bascailly learning a set which is repeated over and over again till the music ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol!&lt;br /&gt;It was fun stumbling along and dancing.&lt;br /&gt;I loved it!&lt;br /&gt;Though the 3 of us sisters were probably the youngest of the whole lot &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music used for the dance are also catchy songs, with obvious beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;Especially since I had company :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long awaited bout of exercise finally accomplished today.&lt;br /&gt;I totally sweated it out :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;Time to shower~&lt;br /&gt;I totally stink &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208401253975782832-3687190652546579695?l=nothinggoneright.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-2208401253975782832.post-8387612179040885887</id><published>2009-01-08T00:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T00:43:22.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Oh yea, my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first group of people to wish me a happy birthday was of course the company present at that time.&lt;br /&gt;I even had a bear sing me a birthday song! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got a small chocolate cake from the guys the second night of the chalet.&lt;br /&gt;And a cute card! Even my mum agreed!&lt;br /&gt;I received a cute bear from them too!&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;br /&gt;:DDDD&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys ~ xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so... after that we crapped more and fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Left the chalet at 10.30 to check out and went for macs.&lt;br /&gt;We killed time there by crapping and took the shuttle back to the mrt station at 12.&lt;br /&gt;After tavelling and lunging all the heavy stuff around.&lt;br /&gt;I finally reached home at about 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left at 4 with my mum to fetch my sis.&lt;br /&gt;From there, we fetched yet another.&lt;br /&gt;Home we went after that.&lt;br /&gt;Played Mj with sibs for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Youngest sis came back.&lt;br /&gt;Sulked because another sis took her seat at the table, since dad wasn't home nor eating at home.&lt;br /&gt;So we ate and continued with mj.&lt;br /&gt;Dad came back and we left for ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I get free Firehouse birthday? From swenseens since it's my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;So we finished got home.&lt;br /&gt;Cut the cake and opened the presents.&lt;br /&gt;Oh the cake was durian!&lt;br /&gt;I chose it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List of pressies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear (1st pressie, from guys)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest are in of no order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkey (sisters)&lt;br /&gt;Dolphin keychain stuff ( Ri )&lt;br /&gt;Screwdrivers ( Ri )&lt;br /&gt;Towel ( Mummy ) It's big! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;Jeans (Mummy)&lt;br /&gt;Cap (mummy)&lt;br /&gt;Earphones (fei)&lt;br /&gt;Crab keychain thingy (Jol)&lt;br /&gt;Makeup set T.T (aunt)&lt;br /&gt;2009 planner (aunt)&lt;br /&gt;Lipgloss set (aunt)&lt;br /&gt;Bell Keychain (ri)&lt;br /&gt;Mystery box (Zeppy)&lt;br /&gt;Blue skies wallpaper (Zeppy)&lt;br /&gt;Card-Daughter's are special (papa &amp;amp; mummy)&lt;br /&gt;Card-Enchanted universe (aunt)&lt;br /&gt;Card- Bear (Guys)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total money received = 100 (papa) + 100 (aunt) + 17 (mummy) = 217 &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Money in cash = 217-100(cheque) = 117&lt;br /&gt;Money officially kept = 117-100=17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; me! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208401253975782832-8387612179040885887?l=nothinggoneright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/feeds/8387612179040885887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208401253975782832&amp;postID=8387612179040885887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/8387612179040885887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/8387612179040885887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday!'/><author><name>Me :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416036336999239931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2208401253975782832.post-1640381629830341111</id><published>2009-01-07T23:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T00:21:00.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chalet</title><content type='html'>So I'm back from the 3 day 2 night stay with the kel and xd, (jenny only 2day 1 night).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway so, I guess it turned out both better and worse than i had hoped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The company was great.&lt;br /&gt;At least I didn't get bored :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sucky part was.. well.. the service.&lt;br /&gt;The check in was the worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, apparently we had to be 18 to check in. (I had no idea about this -.-)&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, We were not 18.&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, We can't check in until 2.30.&lt;br /&gt;Fourthly, we has a mass calling session/party to look for 18 year olds and above that we knew who were around the area (which was pasir ris by the way, meaning the chances were slim)&lt;br /&gt;Fifthly (oO?), apparently any 18 year old and above would do. So all we had to do was ask a strager that was 18 and above.&lt;br /&gt;Sixthly (oO?), that was happened.&lt;br /&gt;seventhly (oO?), We asked a random person.&lt;br /&gt;Eightly (oO?), We asked the wrong person. &gt;&lt; He was a staff in home clothes!&lt;br /&gt;Ninthly (oO?), So approach guy number 2 from outside the area.&lt;br /&gt;Tenthly (oO?), He agreed to help!&lt;br /&gt;Eleventhly (oO?), I want to thank that guy. You rock man! Mr pat, I think that was his name, helped us check in. Yay to him!&lt;br /&gt;12ly (oO?), The room we had been assigned to, couldn't open.&lt;br /&gt;13ly (oO?), A staff aproached us after we tried opening the door.&lt;br /&gt;14ly (oO?), apparently the room had some trouble with the lock. (seriously why assign us the room then -.-?)&lt;br /&gt;15ly,We were stuck outside and had to wait.&lt;br /&gt;16ly, the staff came back with the key to another room.&lt;br /&gt;17ly, room wasn't made.&lt;br /&gt;18ly, the same man that we approached the first time (the staff) came to collect us.&lt;br /&gt;19ly, he recongized us. 20ly, we were led to out new room.&lt;br /&gt;21ly, the room sorta sucked &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;22ly, floor was dirty.&lt;br /&gt;23ly, insects all over.&lt;br /&gt;24ly, toilet was small!&lt;br /&gt;And the list continues... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day got better thanks to the company :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... so we apparently burst 2 paper balls that xd brought the first day, as well as the second.&lt;br /&gt;All in all, they all had a short lifespan &gt;&lt; &lt;br /&gt;But it was fun whacking it around without fear of it hurting anyone (since it was paper afterall)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for bringing the rather lame.. but fun balls XD! &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also learnt how to count points for Mj!&lt;br /&gt;Actually it was the first time I actually played the correct way of MJ with real tiles &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;So thanks kel!&lt;br /&gt;For the teaching :P &lt;br /&gt;Had fun playing MJ for the past 2 days :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, the first night we totally stoned early.&lt;br /&gt;Like at 12 +.&lt;br /&gt;Main reason being, we were watching a rather... boring movie. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the type to keep you awake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second night however, I stayed up till 3.&lt;br /&gt;I was the last to sleep though.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else had crashed.&lt;br /&gt;But we had fun being lame and asking lame questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh we played taboo too. It's quite hilarious the way words are described &gt;&lt; &lt;br /&gt;Oh not to mention Jenny sucks at describing :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played twister too! On both days.&lt;br /&gt;And I ALWAYS get tangled T.T!&lt;br /&gt;In the most akward and painful positions too!&lt;br /&gt;I just realised it's always with XD. O.O&lt;br /&gt;ROAR! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I end up aching all over, I still had fun. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad we planned this.&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208401253975782832-1640381629830341111?l=nothinggoneright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/feeds/1640381629830341111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208401253975782832&amp;postID=1640381629830341111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/1640381629830341111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/1640381629830341111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/2009/01/chalet.html' title='Chalet'/><author><name>Me :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416036336999239931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2208401253975782832.post-9081413757490351296</id><published>2008-12-27T12:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T16:29:16.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!</title><content type='html'>Hurray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay I've finally registered for the dance courses I've always wanted to join! :DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have the line dance course which I'm going to be attending with my mum and sister!&lt;br /&gt;Whoo hoo! I've got company ~ I've got company ~ xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also decided to go on ahead with taking up the salsa course xD&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately xd couldn't join me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guess what?&lt;br /&gt;I dragged my sister along!&lt;br /&gt;Yay me!&lt;br /&gt;Great huh? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'll have company :D&lt;br /&gt;That was the main thing that held me back all this time.&lt;br /&gt;The company.&lt;br /&gt;*shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i just never feel secure enough without having someone I know with me.&lt;br /&gt;But that's all gonna change next year anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad my sis didn't make that big a deal out of me dragging her with me.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike how I would have done if it were something I hadn't done on my own free will.&lt;br /&gt;I'm relieved.&lt;br /&gt;I feel way better.&lt;br /&gt;I don't dread the first day any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankies! *I'll say it here cause i can't say it in real* *thankfully you don't even read my blog* *muahahahaha! :P*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Sorry xd for my very monotonous answers yesterday &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208401253975782832-9081413757490351296?l=nothinggoneright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/feeds/9081413757490351296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208401253975782832&amp;postID=9081413757490351296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/9081413757490351296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/9081413757490351296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/2008/12/yay.html' title='Yay!'/><author><name>Me :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416036336999239931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2208401253975782832.post-704143547559250753</id><published>2008-12-25T19:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T19:16:28.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=.= |||</title><content type='html'>It's seriously irritating to feel like you're the only one who wants to get something going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like you're the one who has to do the planning, and to take the initiative to get the ball rolling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's freaking ANNOYING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the only person involved!&lt;br /&gt;But it feels like I'm the only one who wants it.&lt;br /&gt;The only one who's doing something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start to feel like I'm being pushy.&lt;br /&gt;Even desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're busy.&lt;br /&gt;I OBVIOUSLY am NOT -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So OF COURSE I HAVE to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if I don't, no one else will either -.-&lt;br /&gt;So that's great huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I shouldn't bother.&lt;br /&gt;Then we can all sit around and wait for something to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I bring the topic up, it's like totally brushed aside.&lt;br /&gt;Or given at the most a cursory glance, a few responses that comprise of at least more than 2 words, before it becomes just that.&lt;br /&gt;Or better yet.&lt;br /&gt;SILENCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how about we just let it rot and wait till it's finally TOO LATE, and don't do it in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had dropped the stupid plan day-to-day habit of mine.&lt;br /&gt;It seems not.&lt;br /&gt;Though it sure has lessen a lot.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will just ignore all feeling linked to that, and just leave everything where it stands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea maybe I just will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208401253975782832-704143547559250753?l=nothinggoneright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/feeds/704143547559250753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208401253975782832&amp;postID=704143547559250753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/704143547559250753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/704143547559250753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='=.= |||'/><author><name>Me :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416036336999239931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2208401253975782832.post-6874481138378308720</id><published>2008-11-21T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T23:00:01.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation night!</title><content type='html'>Ok so the day I shopped so much for finally came and went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much effort for a mere 3 hours? (which they tricked us saying 6 hours -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol but I'm glad I went for it afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't half as bad as I expected.&lt;br /&gt;But it wasn't that grand a thing.&lt;br /&gt;The thing that made it most enjoyable was the friends.&lt;br /&gt;Without them, the day wouldn't have turned out as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food.. was well... the food.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a picky eater.&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention slow.&lt;br /&gt;But yea... I ate what I wanted...&lt;br /&gt;Lol the food wasn't the main thing for me though.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike some people... *HINT HINT*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part was the phototaking after the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;It's when most people started losenning up and going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Which the pictures are prove of.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe some of the pictures taken.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe some of the picture I took part in.&lt;br /&gt;GAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I even took pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, pictures are great.&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as if I'm not in them &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate taking pictures, especially when i'm in school uniform and all with my hair all tied up like a good student.&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I guess I losened up.&lt;br /&gt;But STILL.... GAH.&lt;br /&gt;Too much! &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt; there were too many photos taken with me in it for my liking T.T&lt;br /&gt;But I can't do anything about them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea that was graduation night.&lt;br /&gt;A night I doubt I'll totally forget.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys!&lt;br /&gt;For making it an unforgettable night! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208401253975782832-6874481138378308720?l=nothinggoneright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/feeds/6874481138378308720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208401253975782832&amp;postID=6874481138378308720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/6874481138378308720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/6874481138378308720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/2008/11/graduation-night.html' title='Graduation night!'/><author><name>Me :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416036336999239931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2208401253975782832.post-2403528765188902923</id><published>2008-11-21T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T21:34:41.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate shopping.&lt;br /&gt;But for once in my life, I did it willingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean as much as I say looks are secondary, everyone wants to look their best, especially fro graduation night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; the thing is, if it was a wedding i was attending (not mine -.-) I wouldn't care in the least.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's to do with the fact that it's among students of our school and of course friends.&lt;br /&gt;That makes it more important.&lt;br /&gt;Which was what spurred me on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, I spent more than I wished I had.&lt;br /&gt;But guess what, mine was still rather little compared to others :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, now after grad night, shopping will no longer be of any interest to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i guess shopping gave me something to do for once.&lt;br /&gt;Now without a target to work towards, I no longer have much to do.&lt;br /&gt;I think i shall grow bored soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored already &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;in fact&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm even playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;runescape&lt;/span&gt; -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208401253975782832-2403528765188902923?l=nothinggoneright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/feeds/2403528765188902923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208401253975782832&amp;postID=2403528765188902923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/2403528765188902923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/2403528765188902923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/2008/11/shopping.html' title='Shopping'/><author><name>Me :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416036336999239931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2208401253975782832.post-8265010750474227177</id><published>2008-11-14T01:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T01:23:09.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xd's and kelly's outing</title><content type='html'>For once, I didn't feel guilty for doing anything else other than studying.&lt;br /&gt;For the past 3-4 weeks, everytime I do something else other than study, I always feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I feel it.&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I just pushed it aside, and did nothing about it.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I did do something though.. But guess its too late huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so yea, we shoved O levels aside and really openly enjoyed ourselves for the first time in a month since the O's started.&lt;br /&gt;The movie was planned, we watched Madagascar.&lt;br /&gt;It seemed that our group grew twofold from the original, it became a group of 9 people consisting of Xd, Kelly, Jenny, Leen, Wy, Aud, Cheryl , kenneth and of course, me.&lt;br /&gt;The movie was better than I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that we had plenty of time to waste, and we decided to go check out the Kbox.&lt;br /&gt;After much debate... though i had no intention on singing, I decided to just pay and go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;The outing was after all in honour of xd and kelly and they wanted to sing.&lt;br /&gt;It would only be nice if I joined them :P&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, my rountine headache after a movie just couldn't disappoint.&lt;br /&gt;Add that to the almost permenant headaches for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;So let's just say the beginning of my first experience at the kbox kindda sucked.&lt;br /&gt;With the loud blaring music pounding through the speakers and the pounding headache it more or less became (pounding)^2.&lt;br /&gt;You seriously dun wanna feel like I did.&lt;br /&gt;The headache decided to stay as well.&lt;br /&gt;I pretty much felt like shit for more than half the session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got better, I started to join in and sing those songs that I knew but still refused the microphone.&lt;br /&gt;To be perfectly honest, I thought my singing sucked.&lt;br /&gt;And I hate embarrasing myself.&lt;br /&gt;So yea it was that way for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;While the other few like xd, kelly, cheryl, wen yan and audrey did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol never knew xd and kelly sang so high.&lt;br /&gt;I can never reach their pitch.&lt;br /&gt;Both of their voices are quite easy to pick out amongst those who were singing, cause they were mainly on the higher range.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh not to mention there were many chinese songs that I had never heard in my life before.&lt;br /&gt;I got bored after awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Together with xd and jenny, we took the long 10 chinese song break to go to the library nearby to borrow books.&lt;br /&gt;We actually got back before the 10 songs ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we had sorta sot-ted more.&lt;br /&gt;So yea, managed to get jenny to actually sing.&lt;br /&gt;Like really sing -.-&lt;br /&gt;He's not bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok by then I had losen up to and was pretty enthu already.&lt;br /&gt;When the others had left, leaving me, xd, kelly and jenny, I finally had the guts to try with the microphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, using a microphone is weird.&lt;br /&gt;I sound nothing like what I sound like.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't sound anything like i thought i sounded like.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't really hear me actually &gt;&lt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so it wasn't as bad as i expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last hour was crazy.&lt;br /&gt;The other 3 sot people even danced -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it was funny seeing them!&lt;br /&gt;Cute :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I'm glad I decided to join them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;after all&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to go again! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208401253975782832-8265010750474227177?l=nothinggoneright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/feeds/8265010750474227177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208401253975782832&amp;postID=8265010750474227177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/8265010750474227177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/8265010750474227177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/2008/11/xds-and-kellys-outing.html' title='Xd&apos;s and kelly&apos;s outing'/><author><name>Me :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416036336999239931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2208401253975782832.post-4251206668011200822</id><published>2008-11-14T00:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T01:13:51.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH MY GOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;The stupid freaking "O" levels are finally over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm relieved it's over.&lt;br /&gt;But regret not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;putting&lt;/span&gt; the needed effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is over, I can't do anything more about it.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess the horror of those horrible papers will forever be lurking at the back of my mind, returning to pay me visits from time to time whenever I don't want to think of it.&lt;br /&gt;Until I get my results that is...&lt;br /&gt;Once I get it, I'll have no choice but to accept.&lt;br /&gt;So till them.. I'm still gonna feel guilty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208401253975782832-4251206668011200822?l=nothinggoneright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/feeds/4251206668011200822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208401253975782832&amp;postID=4251206668011200822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/4251206668011200822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/4251206668011200822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-my-god.html' title='OH MY GOD'/><author><name>Me :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416036336999239931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2208401253975782832.post-4181233058120341918</id><published>2008-10-29T19:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T19:55:56.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dearest Physics</title><content type='html'>So like we all know and have complained over, here comes the very touchy topic of our dearest physics paper today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;Today was like totally amazing.&lt;br /&gt;The paper was so wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;I totally knew what I was doing.&lt;br /&gt;The chances of me getting an A1 is like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soooooo&lt;/span&gt; high!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not good at physics.&lt;br /&gt;Never was.&lt;br /&gt;Never have been.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I've never gotten an A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; physics in my whole 2 years of taking in.&lt;br /&gt;I did actually get a B though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought to myself that although I studied almost close to nothing, maybe I would at least be able to scrape through it.&lt;br /&gt;But guess what?&lt;br /&gt;I guess I won't huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm used to failing this subject.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I'm used to failing.&lt;br /&gt;Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it won't be a surprise if I get a fail.&lt;br /&gt;But a girl can hope can't she?&lt;br /&gt;Guess it was a bit too much to hope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scraping through is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; impossible now.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for making real obvious to me.&lt;br /&gt;I now have no need to hope for anything other than a fail.&lt;br /&gt;I should expect nothing better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now glaringly obvious.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for giving me hope that I COULD have at least passed.&lt;br /&gt;You just had to take it all away didn't you?&lt;br /&gt;Make me feel even worse than I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopes dashed, as you cruelly brought me back to reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey but it's like totally my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yes, I know I didn't exactly put in the effort.&lt;br /&gt;   But still, you didn't have to make it so hopeless for me did ya!?&lt;br /&gt;- Wow the teachers so thought me everything in the paper that was tested.&lt;br /&gt;   I'm just never listening huh!?&lt;br /&gt;   A mere whisper, that... NO BODY heard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;oO&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;- It's totally in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;syllabus&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;   I just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;conveniently&lt;/span&gt; didn't see anything on it!&lt;br /&gt;- Wow it's in the textbook!&lt;br /&gt;  There were so many diagrams!&lt;br /&gt;  That were apparently invisible to the eye!&lt;br /&gt;- The new stuff are just for show!&lt;br /&gt;   There is no need to test it!&lt;br /&gt;- The old stuff are still in the textbook.&lt;br /&gt;   That's why it's called OLD.&lt;br /&gt;   It's TOTALLY there!&lt;br /&gt;   So test it why don't ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;combust&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Just go melt.&lt;br /&gt;Just go photosynthesize!&lt;br /&gt;Like whatever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208401253975782832-4181233058120341918?l=nothinggoneright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/feeds/4181233058120341918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208401253975782832&amp;postID=4181233058120341918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/4181233058120341918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/4181233058120341918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/2008/10/dearest-physics.html' title='Dearest Physics'/><author><name>Me :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416036336999239931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2208401253975782832.post-7984396946566446601</id><published>2008-10-27T18:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T18:38:00.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking up space</title><content type='html'>Ok this post is mainly to take up space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh about the collage.&lt;br /&gt;I don't see any resemblence to any of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was fun and amusing to see the people that supposedly look like me.&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention shocking.&lt;br /&gt;I mean seriously oO?&lt;br /&gt;Do I look anything like them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ SLACKING ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally slacking!&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;BAD me! (=.=)&lt;br /&gt;Lol really, I so shouldn't be here.&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention be typing this.&lt;br /&gt;Or even wasting time on the collage thingy.&lt;br /&gt;GAH!&lt;br /&gt;WHY?!&lt;br /&gt;WHY do I have so little disipline T.T!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208401253975782832-7984396946566446601?l=nothinggoneright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/feeds/7984396946566446601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208401253975782832&amp;postID=7984396946566446601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/7984396946566446601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/7984396946566446601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/2008/10/taking-up-space.html' title='Taking up space'/><author><name>Me :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416036336999239931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2208401253975782832.post-4779631107196397504</id><published>2008-10-27T17:35:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T18:36:46.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heritage Face Recognition</title><content type='html'>Lol ok so I was so bored. I went to try this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Heritage Face Recognition - http://www.myheritage.com/celebrity-face-recognition&lt;br /&gt;Basically what it does is to scan your face and then match it to faces of celebrities.&lt;br /&gt;It compares the likeness and then rates it in term of percentage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I tried my picture. From... I think about 3 years back?&lt;br /&gt;I look about the same anyway.&lt;br /&gt;But it was my best picture yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know why?&lt;br /&gt;1. It was using a handphone camera.&lt;br /&gt;2. The handphone camera wasn't that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol ok so anyway.. these were the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78% Norkys Batista&lt;br /&gt;76% Woranuch Wongsawan&lt;br /&gt;74% Bonnie Pink&lt;br /&gt;73% Jang Nara&lt;br /&gt;74% Zoe Tay (@.@!)&lt;br /&gt;74% Jet Li&lt;br /&gt;72% Kajol&lt;br /&gt;71% Holin Tsai&lt;br /&gt;71% Takeuchi Yuko&lt;br /&gt;71% Miriam Yeung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oO?!&lt;br /&gt;I'm like whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" title="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" alt="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 379px; height: 439px;" src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/M/storage/site1/files/18/56/22/185622_74709245595094781ivk02.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. So now with a slightly better camera and a picture more updated (somewhere this year), I obviously have a different batch of look-alike-celebrities.&lt;br /&gt;The percentage likeness has also dropped alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 368px; height: 233px;" src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/M/storage/site1/files/18/41/12/184112_09414560295094g9y34x03.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208401253975782832-4779631107196397504?l=nothinggoneright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/feeds/4779631107196397504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208401253975782832&amp;postID=4779631107196397504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/4779631107196397504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/4779631107196397504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-heritage-face-recognition.html' title='My Heritage Face Recognition'/><author><name>Me :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416036336999239931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2208401253975782832.post-2439594425968557833</id><published>2008-10-24T20:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T20:33:56.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizzy!</title><content type='html'>Quiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tagged by: Myself? &lt;br /&gt;I'm so bored!&lt;br /&gt;But I don't wanna study &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remove 1 question from below, and add in your personal question, make it a total of 20 questions, then tag the people in your list, list them out at the end of this post. Notify them in their chat box that he/she has been tagged. Whoever does the tag will have blessings from all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Have you given your first kiss away?&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh yes!&lt;br /&gt;Hmm more than first in fact!&lt;br /&gt;To my.. Father, mother, sisters and brothers.&lt;br /&gt;Duh! oO What were you thinking :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Spoilt?&lt;br /&gt;Yea definately! I'm sot too ! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Where is the place that you want to go the most?&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere in particular, just a place where I can have peace... FINALLY -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) If you can have one dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;For school to be non-exsistant.Which will never happen.&lt;br /&gt;So on a more realistic side... To not be a continuous disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain?&lt;br /&gt;Yea... In my dreams. &lt;br /&gt;In reality, nah . It will never happen.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Who/What are you afraid to lose the most now?&lt;br /&gt;The people I love. Friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;Change. I hate change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) If you win $1 million, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Save a portion, donate a portion, invest another portion.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, I'm shy ya :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;Lame,lame and.. lame? &gt;&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) What are the requirements that you wish from your other half?&lt;br /&gt;Plenty of stuff, too many to lists out. &lt;br /&gt;Most importantly &lt;br /&gt;1. he cannot smoke or drink &lt;br /&gt;2. must be funny &lt;br /&gt;3. NO vulgarities &gt;&lt; (does not swear)&lt;br /&gt;4. NO unneccessary piercing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Which type of person do you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;Liars, backstabbers and hypocrites. People who judge everything just by its cover.&lt;br /&gt;As much as we all know it (looks) is an important factor, it's not everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) What is your ambition?&lt;br /&gt;No idea. I take a day as it comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) If you have faults, would you rather the people around you point out to you or would you rather they keep quiet?&lt;br /&gt;Rather they keep quiet. Hey, they're my faults... I know them. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;Not to judge people, not to jump to conclusions without facts and to think positive whenever possible.(though it never happens)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Are you a shopaholic or not?&lt;br /&gt;Not. I hate shopping.... unless its for an unlimited supply of romance novels &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Present shopping is ok too i guess XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) If you have a chance, which part of your character you would like to change?&lt;br /&gt;My looks? (though i hate it when ppl keep harping on their looks &gt;&lt;), my stubbornness and my selfishness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) What do you usually do at home?&lt;br /&gt;Play the computer, sleep or slack.READ! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Any weird habits or quirks?&lt;br /&gt;Erm... what the definition of weird oO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) How do you think the person who tagged you can change to be a better person ? (It's perfectly fine to leave it blank if you think he/she is perfect).&lt;br /&gt;NA since I'm talking about me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) What would you be doing if you were not taking this quiz?&lt;br /&gt;Slacking, reading.Being bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people I tag:&lt;br /&gt;1. XD-dy!&lt;br /&gt;2. Kelly!&lt;br /&gt;3. Eneeli&lt;br /&gt;4. Jenny! (take in my tagbox since you don't have a blog) xPPPP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208401253975782832-2439594425968557833?l=nothinggoneright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/feeds/2439594425968557833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208401253975782832&amp;postID=2439594425968557833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/2439594425968557833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/2439594425968557833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/2008/10/quizzy.html' title='Quizzy!'/><author><name>Me :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416036336999239931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2208401253975782832.post-4102698208271424327</id><published>2008-10-18T22:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T23:04:02.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Afraid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;GAHZ&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; here I am, 2 days before the first o level paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BLEHS&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid for not feeling afraid.&lt;br /&gt;Makes sense?&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man! This is so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sucky&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;I think on of the reason why I'm feeling this way is specially so, since I'm feeling drained.&lt;br /&gt;The common test, the prelims... and now the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;o's&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;In a time span of... what? 3 months &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;oO&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Stupid man.&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;SOOO&lt;/span&gt; not drained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason is probably because I no longer feel anything when I get my results.&lt;br /&gt;I've already failed time and time again, that now I no longer cry over it.&lt;br /&gt;Now I see the score and just shrug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that one reason is because I know I didn't put in my all.&lt;br /&gt;It seems I won't be either for this MAJOR O level exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel nothing! Nil! Zilch! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Nada&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Oh Man!&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;I need to feel the urgency like... NOW!&lt;br /&gt;Before would have been better.&lt;br /&gt;But now won't be bad either....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man...~&lt;br /&gt;This sucks big time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208401253975782832-4102698208271424327?l=nothinggoneright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/feeds/4102698208271424327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208401253975782832&amp;postID=4102698208271424327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/4102698208271424327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/4102698208271424327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/2008/10/afraid.html' title='Afraid'/><author><name>Me :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416036336999239931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2208401253975782832.post-4708828564452596632</id><published>2008-10-08T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T22:22:15.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So much to do. So little time</title><content type='html'>Ok... &lt;br /&gt;Today felt like it was the last day of school.&lt;br /&gt;But duh, of course it so wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;Slacked the whole day away. &lt;br /&gt;Even came online. (as can be seen since I posted)&lt;br /&gt;Horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Gah ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else is there...&lt;br /&gt;Er...&lt;br /&gt;I'm slacking now.&lt;br /&gt;Yay me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ ROAR ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for tomorrow to end.&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;I feel bored.&lt;br /&gt;There's so much to do, and so little time.&lt;br /&gt;Yet I don't seem to be doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;I feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;Very guilty in fact.&lt;br /&gt;But apparently not guilty enough -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Haiz ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208401253975782832-4708828564452596632?l=nothinggoneright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/feeds/4708828564452596632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208401253975782832&amp;postID=4708828564452596632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/4708828564452596632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/4708828564452596632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-much-to-do-so-little-time.html' title='So much to do. So little time'/><author><name>Me :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416036336999239931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2208401253975782832.post-2238848290558468687</id><published>2008-10-01T22:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T20:50:25.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Failure</title><content type='html'>Sometimes the same feeling keeps rushing over me.&lt;br /&gt;The same old feeling of failin,of dissapointment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm incompetent.&lt;br /&gt;But there is no need to keep bringing it up.&lt;br /&gt;Or rubbing it in my face.&lt;br /&gt;I know as the eldest of five children, I have failed miserably.&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not good enough.&lt;br /&gt;I know I never will be.&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW it.&lt;br /&gt;So DON'T bring it up.&lt;br /&gt;I beg of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for that.&lt;br /&gt;Hate myself for dissapointing not only me, but you.&lt;br /&gt;I know you no longer have high hopes for me.&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, I can't expect you to after failing you all this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I've already failed.&lt;br /&gt;I've resigned myself to that.&lt;br /&gt;I can no longer, and am not that high in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;There are the other siblings to take over me and do better than I have.&lt;br /&gt;For that I'm glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But time and time again, you bring it up. &lt;br /&gt;Be it intentionally or unintentionally.&lt;br /&gt;Even her teasing... It hurts you know.&lt;br /&gt;Real bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even today...In the car...&lt;br /&gt;You've set your hopes on her.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure she'll be the one to make you proud.&lt;br /&gt;I never have.&lt;br /&gt;I doubt I will anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is enough.&lt;br /&gt;She has done everything I've not.&lt;br /&gt;She won medals, been excepted into good schools, she's the one you've pin your hopes on.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm at the next stage.&lt;br /&gt;If I fail you again.&lt;br /&gt;It will be she who'll be the one.&lt;br /&gt;And I KNOW I will fail.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have her motivation, determination, kindness and tolerance.&lt;br /&gt;I'll fail you.&lt;br /&gt;That's a sure thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I hate this ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A spur of the moment feeling that has been bugging me for ages.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for letting it out here.&lt;br /&gt;If you happen to read it, I'm not emo.&lt;br /&gt;I just needed to let it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208401253975782832-2238848290558468687?l=nothinggoneright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/feeds/2238848290558468687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208401253975782832&amp;postID=2238848290558468687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/2238848290558468687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/2238848290558468687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/2008/10/failure.html' title='Failure'/><author><name>Me :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416036336999239931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2208401253975782832.post-9003128693899592042</id><published>2008-10-01T22:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T22:58:57.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Hey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, Hari Raya has offically came.&lt;br /&gt;I can start eating during the day already.&lt;br /&gt;But it feels real weird.&lt;br /&gt;I keep stopping short from reaching for water or food before I remember fasting is over.&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that I've almost got used to it.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I've gotta change my rountine again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Z ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, we have the normal Hari Raya rountines.&lt;br /&gt;Wake up in the morning, bathe and change into Baju kurung.&lt;br /&gt;Have the normal asking for forgiveness session and then we eat our so called breakfast consisting of the same old stuff from every Hari Raya.&lt;br /&gt;Next comes the visitors. &lt;br /&gt;My cousins from my dad's side.&lt;br /&gt;Boy, was it akward.&lt;br /&gt;The cool thing was my oldest cousins daughter.&lt;br /&gt;So cute!&lt;br /&gt;I actually carried her!&lt;br /&gt;Lol she seemed to like me, I was actually surprised (and secretly pleased).&lt;br /&gt;But of course that wasn't the case (shrugs).&lt;br /&gt;I think it was my shiny teeth that got to her.(braces...)&lt;br /&gt;Or that's what everyone deduced that is. &lt;br /&gt;I guess that was the most likely reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's here. &lt;br /&gt;My phone hardly does her justice.&lt;br /&gt;She's way cuter in real life.&lt;br /&gt;I love her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;They're pale brownish green, with slight golden flakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4MDoD3EsTE/SOOOiNe6JUI/AAAAAAAAABM/t4eYpGTUs9M/s1600-h/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4MDoD3EsTE/SOOOiNe6JUI/AAAAAAAAABM/t4eYpGTUs9M/s320/Image016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252198308830127426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea.. That was in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;After that we left for my maternal grandmother's house.&lt;br /&gt;The old boring rountine as well.&lt;br /&gt;I hate going there.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so akward... &lt;br /&gt;So out of place.&lt;br /&gt;The way we've been brought up.. Is such that we hardly know anything of our own religion.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish my parents had thought us more.&lt;br /&gt;There, everyone was so close to one another.&lt;br /&gt;It felt as though my family was totally out of place.&lt;br /&gt;Hardly any of us siblings mingled.&lt;br /&gt;My dad was even worse, he totally stood out like a sore thumb.&lt;br /&gt;He was the only one not in the festive clothing.&lt;br /&gt;When it was time to go back... That was the worse.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was asking one another for forgiveness, and we just tried hiding ourselves away. &lt;br /&gt;That's what I go through yearly...&lt;br /&gt;It has come to a point that I can actually say I do not look forward to Hari Raya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ haiz ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208401253975782832-9003128693899592042?l=nothinggoneright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/feeds/9003128693899592042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208401253975782832&amp;postID=9003128693899592042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/9003128693899592042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/9003128693899592042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/2008/10/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Me :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416036336999239931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4MDoD3EsTE/SOOOiNe6JUI/AAAAAAAAABM/t4eYpGTUs9M/s72-c/Image016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208401253975782832.post-2156396269003948068</id><published>2008-09-28T20:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T20:35:17.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay?</title><content type='html'>OK so, there's like 2 more days till the end of fasting.&lt;br /&gt;The first lunch I'm gonna have after hari raya is Mac! &lt;br /&gt;Grrrr... But the thing is... My teeth are not cooperating either.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid teeth!&lt;br /&gt;I can't even eat properly T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Gah ~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, totally slacked the weekend away again...&lt;br /&gt;Such a failure.&lt;br /&gt;I'm like so bored, but I feel like doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Does that make sense oO?&lt;br /&gt;Sounds weird to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ ZZZness ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacked at home the whole of yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I woke at almost 12. &lt;br /&gt;I even went to the supermarket O.O!&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, at least we have junk food at home now :D&lt;br /&gt;I'll have things to eat.&lt;br /&gt;Especially for my nighttime snacks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208401253975782832-2156396269003948068?l=nothinggoneright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/feeds/2156396269003948068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208401253975782832&amp;postID=2156396269003948068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/2156396269003948068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/2156396269003948068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/2008/09/yay_28.html' title='Yay?'/><author><name>Me :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416036336999239931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2208401253975782832.post-2734698651503917105</id><published>2008-09-24T21:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T20:48:58.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GRRRRRRRRR...........</title><content type='html'>Ever feel left out?&lt;br /&gt;Feel that sometimes you're left out on purpose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always do.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's me being paranoid or something. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;But I hate the feeling of not knowing.&lt;br /&gt;So I just shut up.&lt;br /&gt;If you know nothing, there is nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;Unless you wanna make a fool out of yourself and say something wrongly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So get this. &lt;br /&gt;It is not because I don't want to talk.&lt;br /&gt;It's because I don't know what you're taling about.&lt;br /&gt;So I have nothing to add to the conversation. Period.&lt;br /&gt;I am not having mood-swings.&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT oblivious to what is going on around me.&lt;br /&gt;It's a matter of whether I chose to respond to it or not.&lt;br /&gt;I do listen, whether you know it or not does not concern me.&lt;br /&gt;But DO NOT. I repeat, DO NOT, ever treat me as though I am not there.&lt;br /&gt;That's when I really get pissed and really don't feel/ want to talk at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit. &lt;br /&gt;I'm a very insecure person. &lt;br /&gt;I always think that what I do is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;That i may unintentionally say something wrong or hurt someone.&lt;br /&gt;Another one of my many faults.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I shouldn't care so much.&lt;br /&gt;I keep telling myself that.&lt;br /&gt;It just has no effect on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea why. &lt;br /&gt;But I hate it horribly. &lt;br /&gt;It's a weakness I cannot stand most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;When I recognise the feeling in me, I respond in a weird way.&lt;br /&gt;Another reason why I don't talk.&lt;br /&gt;I mean come on. &lt;br /&gt;If you don't say anything, nothing can go wrong no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why I'm even writing this here.&lt;br /&gt;It's the spur of the moment thing.&lt;br /&gt;Once I gain my senses, it will disappear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208401253975782832-2734698651503917105?l=nothinggoneright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/feeds/2734698651503917105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208401253975782832&amp;postID=2734698651503917105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/2734698651503917105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/2734698651503917105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/2008/09/grrrrrrrrr.html' title='GRRRRRRRRR...........'/><author><name>Me :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416036336999239931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2208401253975782832.post-2774244070200757793</id><published>2008-09-21T21:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T21:43:02.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Some Tests I Did -</title><content type='html'>O.O!&lt;br /&gt;Never knew I was that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Discovering my sins test -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: 400px; background-color: #000000; border: 1px solid #110000;" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Greed:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #220011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 40px; background: #330077;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Gluttony:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #220011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 50px; background: #330077;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Wrath:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #220011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 46px; background: #330077;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Sloth:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #550011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Very High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 178px; background: #990022;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Envy:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #330011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Medium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 66px; background: #660033;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Lust:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #110022; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Very Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 2px; background: #110099;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Pride:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #330011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Medium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 100px; background: #660033;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/seven_deadly_sins.html" target="_top"&gt;Seven Deadly Sins&lt;/a&gt; Quiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Personality Disorder Test -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;table width="728" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt; &lt;td width="*"&gt; &lt;table style="width: 537px; height: 332px;" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="1" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" width="130"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Disorder&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" width="120"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;b&gt; Paranoid:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Schizoid:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Schizotypal:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Antisocial:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Borderline:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Histrionic:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Narcissistic:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Avoidant:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Dependent:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Obsessive-Compulsive:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208401253975782832-2774244070200757793?l=nothinggoneright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/feeds/2774244070200757793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208401253975782832&amp;postID=2774244070200757793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/2774244070200757793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/2774244070200757793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/2008/09/some-tests-i-took.html' title='- Some Tests I Did -'/><author><name>Me :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416036336999239931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2208401253975782832.post-6732849681506424339</id><published>2008-09-21T20:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T20:15:07.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Whoo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;~!&lt;br /&gt;Got my books!&lt;br /&gt;Went to the library today, got myself a few books which can hopefully last me.&lt;br /&gt;Though I wish I had had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;discipline&lt;/span&gt; to have just ignored them totally.&lt;br /&gt;Unfotunately, that was not the case, and I gave in to temptation and just borrowed them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;But hey! It wasn't me who looked for the books. It was my sis :P&lt;br /&gt;So I sorta just sat and slacked and waited for her to bring the books to me.&lt;br /&gt;Evil huh? (I know &gt;&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...Besides that, nothing much happened.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at the normal 5 am to eat. Went straight back to bed after that.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at about 11 +. (O.O)&lt;br /&gt;Lolz so yea... Had to get out of bed to reach my hp. (which was ringing - xd called &gt;&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;So yea, picked it up. Decided I didn't want to go watch the movie with them.&lt;br /&gt;Since I was already up and about, I decided to remain that way.&lt;br /&gt;But I have to say, I was surprised xd was already awake by then :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ lalalala ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have nothing else left to say.&lt;br /&gt;Days to O - 29&lt;br /&gt;Die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208401253975782832-6732849681506424339?l=nothinggoneright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/feeds/6732849681506424339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208401253975782832&amp;postID=6732849681506424339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/6732849681506424339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/6732849681506424339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/2008/09/yay.html' title='Yay!'/><author><name>Me :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416036336999239931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2208401253975782832.post-7559767872197549910</id><published>2008-09-21T00:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T01:32:39.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>Time : 12.13 (start)&lt;br /&gt;Day: Sunday (early morning)&lt;br /&gt;Should be: Sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Currently: Blogging (bored!)&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sian&lt;/span&gt; (Still bored!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ROAR~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it seem I have nothing to do to pass my time, but blog.&lt;br /&gt;But the thing is... I've got absolutely nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;Well.. I guess I could tell you what I did today.&lt;br /&gt;But that would be just plain boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BLEH&lt;/span&gt; ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm craving more romance novels!&lt;br /&gt;I still don't seem to get enough of them.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how predictable they are.&lt;br /&gt;Man! This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sucks&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I so should not be thinking of STORY books.&lt;br /&gt;I should be dreaming of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;TEXTbooks&lt;/span&gt; instead.&lt;br /&gt;But that is so not happening.&lt;br /&gt;Not now, not ever.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously wonder how people really push themselves.&lt;br /&gt;Do they like... NOT have a life?&lt;br /&gt;That they study 24/7 and do absolutely nothing else but eat and breathe?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;.. I know it's an exaggeration.. But you should get my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ZNESS&lt;/span&gt; ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I finally got my MAC today!&lt;br /&gt;We broke fast at the mac at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;amk&lt;/span&gt; drive-through.&lt;br /&gt;But we of course ate there.&lt;br /&gt;Only... My dad had to spoil things in the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;But after the food was bought, the seats secured, we had fun.&lt;br /&gt;Just crapping , laughing and enjoying each others company.&lt;br /&gt;It's very seldom we do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt; ~&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to shower. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Cya&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208401253975782832-7559767872197549910?l=nothinggoneright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/feeds/7559767872197549910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208401253975782832&amp;postID=7559767872197549910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/7559767872197549910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208401253975782832/posts/default/7559767872197549910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothinggoneright.blogspot.com/2008/09/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>Me :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416036336999239931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
