<?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-18896631</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:24:52.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something or Other</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>549</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-2031342875682694460</id><published>2007-09-06T17:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T18:41:19.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My sister = slave driver. T___T&lt;br /&gt;She interrupted me and dragged me away to pack my table because our room's so dusty, anyone who has asthma will die at the first step into the room. I can sense an asthma relapse, excuse me now~~&lt;br /&gt;Not really. It's all packed up and vacuum-cleaned. Today is the first day I heard the vacuum cleaner go on for hours. o___O&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel very accomplished -- so much work is undone. And I don't feel like doing any of it. *dies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, Lala, I would divulge that MSN convo which had the part where you wanted to go vegan for Ben. Hahahahha. I has gots teh proof ^___~&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/4448/loltf1.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha Lala's always very nice to me. Lollll. ^O^ Actually, not really, she loves telling me about she and her six other friends watching Billy Talent perform (on MTV wtfz but yea) and them singing along... and how Ben kissed Aaron. T______T *dies yet again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister was telling me about High School Musical 2 the other day because she watched it... in half an hour. She said she skipped all the singing because it was super annoying. And because Efron would stop in the middle of nowhere (eg. a hill) and start singing. So I told me sister, yea, maybe that's why they call it a musical, right? Then she just said, ya. Hahaha, idiottt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-2031342875682694460?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/2031342875682694460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=2031342875682694460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/2031342875682694460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/2031342875682694460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-sister-slave-driver.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-6001706623225000085</id><published>2007-09-05T08:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T18:05:41.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm up at a bloody unearthly hour. In fact, I woke up at about 7.45 am. T_____T It's the holidays and I'm not using my sleeping hours usefully. Gah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-6001706623225000085?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/6001706623225000085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=6001706623225000085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/6001706623225000085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/6001706623225000085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-up-at-bloody-unearthly-hour.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-1588676248374553626</id><published>2007-09-03T20:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T20:36:18.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hahah dinner conversations again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason or other my sister was talking about Vietnamese food, and somehow I got roped into the conversation. She was asking me if I had eaten at a certain Vietnamese restaurant before and I said noooo I hate Vietnamese food (fact). Then she said I have, some years back before we went to Japan or something. I don't even remember that and the fact that we went to CHIJMES for that. I never knew I have actually stepped into CHIJMES lolololz. So I was like nooo neverrr but my parents assured me I have. &gt;____&lt; I was half certain that I had hit my head and lost that part of my memory. (Honestly, I don't recall)&lt;br /&gt;The conversation switched over to tonsils and operations. Don't even ask. Haha then I thought I had been operated before and was like WUT SINCE WHEN DO I REALLY HAVE AMNESIA WTFZ but it was just my hearing. Phew, I was almost fully certain I lost my memory zzz. *___*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All riiiight.&lt;br /&gt;We have to go back to school tomorrow for Literation and Math. Ho hum. K Peiting better come online so I can send her the Art project filez. Oh noes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-1588676248374553626?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/1588676248374553626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=1588676248374553626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/1588676248374553626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/1588676248374553626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/09/hahah-dinner-conversations-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-7985486705654584482</id><published>2007-09-01T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T19:37:47.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>{Hell Blogger is being a positive pain in the ass and cutting out chunks of my post.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it was a bad idea when my brother said he'd be ordering KFC Home Delivery. I didn't bother to tell him what I wanted so he ordered me a Zinger without me knowing of it. &gt;___&lt;&gt;___&gt;) So anyway, I picked up the burger and lifted the top bun, revealing the odd-shaped chicken meat underneath. It is slightly tinted with red. &lt;s&gt;I got nauseous and puked all over the table.&lt;/s&gt; Kiddang. I suck out my tongue and the meat comes in contact. My tongue retracts and I go Oh noesss, I must eat thisss, co-operate, Tongue! Tongue agreed. I courageously bit off a miniscule piece of meat&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell it wasn't slightly spicy at all. The proclaiming little slogan lies! Deceives!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right enough with the exaggeration and drama.&lt;br /&gt;We had to have KFC for dinner because my parents and sister went out for dinner and I decided to be a hermit and stay at home with my brother and my cat.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway my brother and I had dinner in almost-silence, save for the loud chewing (not me) and Coke-slurping. (me x__x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brother: &lt;/span&gt;Army food sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; *dry laugh* I know.&lt;br /&gt;+++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brother:&lt;/span&gt; You don't know how lucky you are until you get into army. *short, non-vulgar rant*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh. I know. {To fill in the silence, I say of a certain friend's sister who was drafted for Malaysian army}&lt;br /&gt;Brother: Malaysian army is only three weeks -- it's girl scout's camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. If it were to be my sister and I, it'd prolly go like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; You suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sister: &lt;/span&gt;But you suck even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Don't be lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sister:&lt;/span&gt; Don't be lame yourself. .... Oh you know today I was on Livejournal Secrets yaddayaddayadda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;*headdesk* *dies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was telling Lala how I'll die at age 45. I ate at MacDonald's on Monday and yesterday. Both McChickens. And today I just ate a Zinger. I shall die under the wrath of transfat (although MacDonald's denies having it in their food -- my ass.) and whatever other unhealthy crapz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Lala is asking what is it with me and that CDO joke (from yesterday's post). I say that it's FUNNY and she goes 'three fingers down face. YOUR FACE' T_____T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not my fault. It&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; is&lt;/span&gt; funny.&lt;br /&gt;Lala's putting me down. ;___;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOF says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since when did you read sweet valley?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jerlene says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aha i had nothing to bring for silent reading mah&lt;br /&gt;then i saw it lying on my sister's table&lt;br /&gt;so i just grabbed it loh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOF says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jerlene says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in primary 2 cannnn&lt;br /&gt;i actually understood the book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOF says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funnny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jerlene says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was GIFTED&lt;br /&gt;@___@&lt;br /&gt;HHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOF says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH&lt;br /&gt;gifted&lt;br /&gt;man i sooo need to laugh at this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jerlene says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHA GO DIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baaahh I hate Blogger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-7985486705654584482?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/7985486705654584482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=7985486705654584482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/7985486705654584482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/7985486705654584482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/09/hell-blogger-is-being-positive-pain-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-153401670072538940</id><published>2007-08-31T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T22:31:25.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Read this joke in September's Reader's Digest. I'm too lazy to go downstairs just to get the magazine so I'll type whatever's in my memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have CDO. It's like obsessive compulsive disorder, only it's in alphabetical order as it should be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha I told this to Lala, but apparently she doesn't find it LOLOLOLZ funny at all T____T Spoilerrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today's Teacher's Day. There was mass dance, performances and the like. Oh, not forgetting the fruits. Yea. The performance ended late, as expected, but at least not as late as last year's. 970 took bloody long to come, but it did finally. I had to bring the camera bag wherever I went today. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;When I was walking towards my primary school, I passed by three of my ex-classmates. They were like 'so late already, teacher's all left, come for what?' I restrained myself from asking them to piss off. So I met Elizabeth and we loitered around the school for a bit. The only teacher I got to met was my Primary 5/6 Chinese/form teacher. She forgot my name, but that's completely fine. After a minute of awkward talk, Elizabeth and I left the staff room and went to the canteen. The vending machine isn't there anymore T___T Damn, I was so thirsty. Saw a couple more classmates and blahblah. Then Shiujiun and Yanlin came and we went off for lunch. We ate at MacDonald's. I know Lala and her buds ate at Swensen's wtf (where's the fridgeee ^__~). How unfair is that?&lt;br /&gt;K, so the initial plan was to watch Hairspray, but due to certain objections (*cough cough*) we settled for Ratatouille instead. The movie's okay, not really lolololz funny and a bit predictable. &gt;___&gt; I just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knew&lt;/span&gt; the rats would help them in the end. Movies usually drift this way. But Linguini is so adorable, hahaha. And also, he has very nice pants o___O And shoes. I'm always staring at his pants/shoes. ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er, after that, we went to the library and went home. Wild, isn't it? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Riiiiight,&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-153401670072538940?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/153401670072538940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=153401670072538940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/153401670072538940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/153401670072538940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/08/read-this-joke-in-septembers-readers.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-757617439358992666</id><published>2007-08-30T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T20:34:28.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm going all old school now -- listening to Yellowcard's Ocean Avenue album. Heh. &gt;__&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yey I'm happy today. Tomorrow's Teacher's Day celebration, so I'm going back to my primary school. School closes for them at 12 noon, and we're dismissed at 11am at Crescent. So I'll have to rush back in time. ;___; I was quite worried that when I finally reached, everyone would be gone. Haha but anyway, my friend Yanlin will be waiting for me. She said 'even if everyone is gone, i will still wait for you'. Sounds like something off a cheesy movie but then again!! ^____^ Yeyeyeyeyy. Er, no girlxgirl thing here. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starving. Dinner's not started yet. ;__; Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Lala's having spaghetti... again. She's sick of it. Haha sucks to herrr. ^___^ I won't have anything better for dinner though. Gah, *fail*, I'm blogging about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dinner&lt;/span&gt;. I fail as a bloggah. T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I missed 970 again today. Gaah dammit. So I took the MRT instead. I got to see the wonderful insides of a person's mouth, that including her molars/fillings/teeth when she yawned and didn't cover her mouth. -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben K. (honestly I can't be bothered to type the hell of his last name) says that we should do the best we can in everything we do. @o@ Bahaha I would so do that, but I did, then I wouldn't have time left for anything else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-757617439358992666?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/757617439358992666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=757617439358992666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/757617439358992666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/757617439358992666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-going-all-old-school-now-listening.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-1196943768004547917</id><published>2007-08-29T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T22:25:39.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lala and I are having a very genial quarrel. I'm winning, of course, with my void of punctuation, scary capital letters and music reference. Lolllz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned what a useless subject D&amp;T is? I think I have. I don't think I spent that much time on my plastic, as compared to some classmates. I don't see the point of rubbing my plastic edges furiously with a tiny blue cloth till it gleams under the lights. Haha but shiny-ness is very cool, I must admit. Hee. Mine shall stay dull. (I can imagine someone saying 'like the owner'. That, or I'm just paranoid.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom just went into my room and closed the door. She better not be checking my things &gt;___&gt; At least all my pr0n's in the computer so I'm safe. &gt;__&gt; &lt;__&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Completely kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lala says that I'm bullying her (surprised she didn't say Billy-ing, judging by the subject of quarrel) and she wants to call Tinkle Friend. Very well then. Now she asks me what the number is for the hot-line. I reply, O_o no idea. Who calls those things anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; http://www.blogthings.com/vampirenamegenerator&lt;br /&gt;I got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Demeter of Whores&lt;/span&gt;. WHAT WHORES, WHAT?! Hahahah seriously stupid stuff. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Did anyone see that eclipse thing yesterday? I didn't know about it until the news was played this morning. The moon became a reddish colour or something. I remember reading something like that from a Sweet Valley book o___O It had something to do with... a mask or something. One of the idiotic bimbo twins wearing the mask and becoming eval. -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Lala is calling me sinister. And evil. I corrected her to say synyster. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I is hungry. I can has food? Baaaah, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-1196943768004547917?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/1196943768004547917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=1196943768004547917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/1196943768004547917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/1196943768004547917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/08/lala-and-i-are-having-very-genial.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-7659842198160609541</id><published>2007-08-28T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T16:38:40.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't believe our End-of-Years will be starting so soon o___O Time fliesss. ;___;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther is the uterus-puncher. Stay away from her ^___^ Hee. Mr. Keong brought in this super cool lie detector today. Esther was the first guinea pig, of course. And the contraption concluded that she's lusting for a certain someone O___o Hehhhh. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-7659842198160609541?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/7659842198160609541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=7659842198160609541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/7659842198160609541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/7659842198160609541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-cant-believe-our-end-of-years-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-4545484007758927094</id><published>2007-08-26T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T14:26:49.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ohnoes, I've not started studying D&amp;T. ;___; Bloody useless carpenter subject.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I still have this wonderful 'Battling the Odds' composition to write. I hate writing these oh-so inspiring stories that you see in Reader's Digest all the time. Blahblah sobsob I emerged successful, so can you. I'm about halfway through writing this sob-story of mine and I totally hate it. Oh well. I'm going to fit in 'Be strong, believe' for the heck of it and also because it's like a Yellowcard reference. Hehehe. ^____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, there was 98.7 Control today. Basically it means you get on radio and play all the songs you like. Most of the time you get the usual crappy stuff that make you yawn. Today was better, forgetting the fact that the 13 year old can't speak properly for nuts. I mean, you're on radio, you could at least not use Singlish, right? Oh, now I sound like a snob. Bah I use Singlish (it's inevitable) but if I ever were to go on radio I'll try not to use it. Bahaha anyway the girl played some songs I have never heard before (which is a plus point hwahwahwah) and some others like Avril, Taking Back Sunday, Boys Like Girls and stuff. Hee, 'The Great Escape' that was played wasn't the horrible radio version. Good. And she played Sidewinder by A7x!! Heheh good choice, good choice. There was also 'Everywhere' by Yellowcard, that super old cheesy song that was initially sung by Michelle Branch. Heee. And she also played 'Misery Business' by Paramore. -________________- I already ranted to Esther about this. Haha what is up with everyone and Paramore?! I don't like that band and Hayley William's voice spoils the music. &gt;____&gt; The girl was like the song is very nice, they're very cool!&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, her only two adjectives are 'nice' and 'cool'.&lt;br /&gt;How nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baaahhh I'm being damn mean. Sorray. *hides self*&lt;br /&gt;School tomorrowwww. ;____;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-4545484007758927094?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/4545484007758927094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=4545484007758927094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/4545484007758927094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/4545484007758927094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/08/ohnoes-ive-not-started-studying-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-9195642283769250587</id><published>2007-08-24T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T21:58:23.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bahaha so Esther has paid off her debts. Good girl ^___^ Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;(You can tell this is going to be an 'I-don't-have-anything-to-post-but-I'm-procrastinating-kthnxbai' post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother gave me some durian puff thing to eat. Great, now my breath is going to smell horrid for something like... 74525 eons. I better wear a face mask to school or start swallowing mouthwash.&lt;br /&gt;Kiddingzzz.&lt;br /&gt;There's Chinese oral tomorrow. Ooh ooh. I don't intend to do much. Not much use, anyway. I can't speak the language as fluent as Kaimin can *grumble* *cough*&lt;br /&gt;I can't really remember anything significant that happened today. Hmm. *rubs chin thoughtfully*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels super odd to have three 2G1-ners (including me) online only. At this time on this day (Friday night wtfz!!), there are usually at least 20 of them online. WE WANTZ OUR TABLETZ BAK!! T_____T Okay, so it's not much of a problem with me, because my tablet is just something with all my work and stuff in it. My trusty desktop computer has all my secret stuffz and pr0n, so major ohnoes if it dies on me. Anyway, I'm trying to be empathetic/sympathetic/apathetic (honestly I can't tell the difference &gt;___&lt;) for those who are currently suffering from tablet withdrawal (eg. Peiting hwahwahwa) and are almost suicidal. Heh. Sads, sads.  I'm going to have to get a new skin. I'm sick of this one already. The next one is prolly going to have &lt;a href="http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa29/Justlikepeas/Duuude4-SMALLZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;this dude&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on it because I luv his groovy hair and his girly featurez. Hahahaha. ^O^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should get off nau. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT/&lt;br /&gt;Bloody phone ringing. Four people in the house and no one's picking it up. Gaah. Oh, my sister just did. ^_^ Gud.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went into my room and tried to read for something like less than ten minutes and got distracted by... no idea what actually.&lt;br /&gt;OH, I found this &lt;a href="http://www.creativeadornments.com/nephco/powerpuffgirls/ppps.html"&gt;&lt;u&gt;site&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; where you can make your own Powerpuff Girl. : OOO Heh, damn spiffy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img520.imageshack.us/img520/3346/ppgzdj3.png"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COOLEST PPG EVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha have fun ^O^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-9195642283769250587?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/9195642283769250587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=9195642283769250587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/9195642283769250587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/9195642283769250587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/08/bahaha-so-esther-has-paid-off-her-debts.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-2921646009208062729</id><published>2007-08-23T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T19:14:27.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This could be love for fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God we didn't have that SMS-language debate-whossat thing today cuz I didn't do my research and stuff. Wikipedia isn't exactly the best research site to use because any idiot can edit it, so it's not really reliable. *remembers the time Esther made me a Wiki page o___O Damn spiffy, I must admit* Hee. But anyway, SMS language ain't cool. *pro 1337*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artrillian got us all roped into this really stupid game. &gt;__&lt;&gt;__&gt; &lt;__&lt;  But then again, it gives us a valid reason to hit our friends. Buahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lala just told me that I made her day and made her gay. ^O^ It's after all my job, eh? About less than hour ago, she was complaining to me about a certain someone. So I told her to "suck it up, peace out and ask the dude to piss off". She replied saying that she told him to f--- off. Nice girl, isn't she?&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahha Esther is also a very nice girl *nudges* ^___~ Btw if you're reading this, you owe me 1.70 Hehehe. We went to Cheers after school because we were starving pigs and she got some hot dog roll. She has a fetish for those things. I got my good ol' purple yam pau. Haha now &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;have a fetish for those things. You got to blame my sister. She made me like those purple things. &gt;__&lt; It's not fault they taste so good and... yammy. Hehe. Yammy, yummy. Lolololzzz I'm hilarious. ;O&lt;br /&gt;And also, Lala finally admitted that Benjamin K. is mine. Buahahaha, he has been returned to his rightful owner ^____^ *pats head* *ignores the 18 year age gap &gt;__&lt; * Yea he could very well be my father if he actually got it on at age 18. :O Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, huge news today. We had to bring out tablets to scan and stuff because of that bloody Trojan going around. ;akjflkj32ioaigkaglhgja Gah, my Literature essay is inside. It has to be handed in tomorrow. Oh well, I have an excuse. Very good. &gt;:) But I still have other important stuff inside. *diesbbq* X____X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Have to study for the wonderful Geog test tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-2921646009208062729?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/2921646009208062729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=2921646009208062729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/2921646009208062729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/2921646009208062729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-could-be-love-for-fire-but-then.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-2550467362559734580</id><published>2007-08-19T22:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T22:58:01.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bloody rain... now the entire family is running out of clothes to wear.&lt;br /&gt;Haha my sister has to resort to wearing South Park boxers around the house. She tells me they're more comfy than FBTs. All right then. Initially, I had to wear my Pankhurst school shorts. Then those started to run out too. So now I have to wear my sister's oldoldold Keller shorts.&lt;br /&gt;Oh man why am I telling you about our laundry status? After all, right now the buzz is about Rachel leaving ;___; Good times, good times. I was her partner for one entire year in '06.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehe my mom says that if I "do well" for tomorrow's Math CT she'll get me a pair of shews. ^O^ Wahaha&lt;br /&gt;... like I'm all pumped up to study hard. I don't even think I'll pass so why bother, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-2550467362559734580?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/2550467362559734580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=2550467362559734580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/2550467362559734580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/2550467362559734580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/08/bloody-rain.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-6336346036009906518</id><published>2007-08-18T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T23:52:12.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whisper, whisper don't make a sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your bed is made and it's in the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Lala is banned from the computer for like, 2 weeks. That's suicide. ;__;&lt;br /&gt;Esther and I are now hippies, what with peace signs and smiley faces. Chyeaaahhh. We keep the peace, yo.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, Math CT on Monday. My bed is made and it's in the ground.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-6336346036009906518?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/6336346036009906518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=6336346036009906518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/6336346036009906518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/6336346036009906518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/08/whisper-whisper-dont-make-sound-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-3665865600978128456</id><published>2007-08-16T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T22:40:26.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes, it's time I blogged.&lt;br /&gt;We had E-learning. Bloody waste of time, if you ask me. Only good point was the fact that I got to wake up for something like one hour later than the usual weekday on Wednesday. So we had lots of assignments to complete and deadlines to meet.&lt;br /&gt;And the most wonderful thing is that the Science assignments I uploaded onto MLG has magically disappeared. Lala's, Esther's, Artrillian's, Peiting's, Xinyi's and a couple more aren't there either. Lala is sure she uploaded hers. I'm quite definite I did... unless it was just a dream. But it can't, so there. And even if Esther can't remember whether she did or not, I remember her uploading. Bah. Now we can get two demerits... lovely. But then again, we can always blame it on MLG so no worries. MLG is down now, for me. Hahaha, maybe it's the sudden overload of files? O___o JKJK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let Lala have Patrick Wolf... period. Because Jerlene &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kowalewicz&lt;/span&gt; just sounds so much better right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artrillian calls my cat Mr. Sexy. However, it's a she. T____T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's a Friday!!! ^O^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh damn, iTunes isn't working. Gaaaah, nice timing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-3665865600978128456?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/3665865600978128456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=3665865600978128456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/3665865600978128456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/3665865600978128456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/08/yes-its-time-i-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-5343017364058829911</id><published>2007-08-13T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T22:42:37.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bahaha tomorrow's E-Learning. Ooh, spiffy&lt;br /&gt;...? No, not really. Going to Kampong Glam and being there for hours under the sun is bad for me. Sads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate blog posts that are senseless. But then again humans are such hypocritez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had to do some timetable thing for CME today. So I drew up some unreal timetable that I know I will never follow. I mean, hello, one hour of computer per day!??! Inhumane. Which reminds me, I was supposed to be off the computer at 9.30pm. Apparently I have forgotten the time.&lt;br /&gt;Time flies when you're on MSN with a homo, a Tinkle Friend caller and a BT-obsessed girl... and of course, with Billy Talent playing in the background.&lt;br /&gt;FLJT32L;JA;F Current obsession: Billy Talent FTWZBBQLOL. Honestlyyyy, it's a great band. ^_____~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my little Synyster Gates autograph. No address, sadly. But it's all good. I must remember to laminate it soon. No, I'll iron it, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt; laminate it. I was telling Lala how they should have gotten Syn to put on lipstick (Marilyn Manson ftwz? o___O) and kiss that paper. Hahahahahha, oh myyyy~~~&lt;br /&gt;/End fantasizing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wuuuut, Esther does it all the time. Her entire life is a fantasy. Haha, seriously man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Science Common Test was horrible. I forgot everything about resistance and yea, about the half the thing is on that bloody part. I was like ohshitwhy!? Lesson learnt&lt;br /&gt;... orly?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-5343017364058829911?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/5343017364058829911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=5343017364058829911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/5343017364058829911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/5343017364058829911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/08/bahaha-tomorrows-e-learning.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-8937542529019014294</id><published>2007-08-12T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T21:26:44.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some things are not meant to be shared... like STDs.&lt;br /&gt;Kiddingz.&lt;br /&gt;I meant something else, of course. ^__~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I dreamt of those gold bling-blings last night. It was frightening&lt;br /&gt;... actually I didn't. *relief*&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt thattttt I finally received that Syn-autograph slip of paper from Lala. In fact it was two scrappy slips of paper stapled together. And there was his address on it. O__o I was like AHAH WOW YUSSS and it stated there that if I didn't write a letter to him on this exact date I-forgot-what, he wouldn't reply my letter. T______T&lt;br /&gt;What a bittersweet dream.&lt;br /&gt;There were more stuff on the paper but I forgot what. The handwriting was those big, fat, bubbly, un-male kind. (Male handwriting: scribbly chicken kind) So I was like, this is definitely a dream. ;____;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther is reminding me that today is the day Lee Hsien Loong was sworn as Prime Minister. Niice -- like I needed to know that. And also that "sue, the tryrannersaurous is discovered!"&lt;br /&gt;Esther can't spell. : O Hehe, shocker, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K I must study Electricity now. Bai~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-8937542529019014294?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/8937542529019014294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=8937542529019014294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/8937542529019014294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/8937542529019014294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/08/some-things-are-not-meant-to-be-shared.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-7560784093110015472</id><published>2007-08-11T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T23:29:20.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So we went to the flea market. It was truly disappointing. I imagine flea markets to be huge, messy, crowded and colourful. All we saw we yellow and black LIME umbrellas. &gt;___&gt; Yes, anyway, Esther bought two tees on impulse. Hehe, especially love the Beatles one.&lt;br /&gt;Main gist of outing: Basically &lt;s&gt;we&lt;/s&gt; Esther was looking for some 'drama-face charm' for her secret project, and we walked into over 60418511 stores looking for that. I won't be surprised if I dream of gold, silver and bronzey-coloured chains and necklaces tonight. @___@&lt;br /&gt;Result: disgusting blister on my foot. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not studied Electricity yet. Horrible topic, still.&lt;br /&gt;I hinted to my mom indirectly about a pair of shoes. (PELICANS, MY FRIEND, PELICANS!) Haha I was talking to my sister and made sure my mom heard. Well, she was next to me. ;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't get the hint, of course. That or she had selective hearing. &gt;__&lt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, you know that MSN worm thing? I'm getting it at the rate of about 3 sends per minute. Seriously, none of the people I talk to on MSN type with proper capitals at the start of each sentence. It's quite fun declining every time the bloody thing sends me that wretched zip file. Just in 4 minutes, I've had 11 sends. Niice try. Oh, another one. Let me just Alt+D... The thing is relentless, I tell you. Anddd again. I mean, I don't even talk to this online friend of mine. Why the hell would she want to send me pictures, right?&lt;br /&gt;Lol, one of those auto sentences are "Should i use this picture on msn?". Firstly, get your own opinion. Secondly, people don't usually bother zipping their pictures before sending them to their friends. These worm-makers (I guess some silly bored ass sits behind his laptop and does these kind of things?) should really try harder and get a brain.&lt;br /&gt;Bahahaha 'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;/EditEdit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, k, I know I have a lot to say/rant but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;why the hell does everyone have Adsense&lt;/span&gt;? Yes, I am exaggerating. I exaggerate, forgive me, I sin. Like who the hell actually bothers clicking those ads that bring in God-knows-what? *&lt;__&lt; style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hypocrite&lt;/span&gt; &gt;__&gt;* I only clicked on Yinhui's Adsense thrice because it's for a Blythe-y cause. Buuuut seriously, go wash a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha anyway, I went on a little Google image search for this certain Michelle Pfeiffer (she has a hell of a last name to spell) because I'm a celebrity retard. I got a bit of edited pr0n and a bit of a disappointment. *is always disappointed* I was telling Esther, why is she olddd? Like older than Madonna. But Esther graciously reminded me that they were both of the same age. Okay, at least they look younger than their ages, okay? *sees the beauty in everything*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, I better stop. Oh noes. &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-7560784093110015472?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/7560784093110015472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=7560784093110015472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/7560784093110015472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/7560784093110015472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-we-went-to-flea-market.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-851527197356981741</id><published>2007-08-10T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T16:45:16.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just read Artrillian's post. (Again.) And got reminded about a certain... er, drama happening. Yes, changes. Quoting a line from one of the Spider-man comics, "People turn, like milk." Heh, I always liked that line. Anyway, I'm not continuing from here because I dun judge pplz kthnx. Because I'm holy like that. O___o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahhahhaa yessss, I can't wait to get to school on Monday. &gt;DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;So I didn't go for that bloody SingFest but yezz! I have Synyster Gates' autograph so it's all fine and dandy now. ^3^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther says something about going to some flea market tomorrow. Have I mentioned that Esther is truly a h -... hahaha not saying it. ;&gt; Horse, my friends, Esther is truly a horse. Have you seen her tail?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother just returned from the hair salon. Seems that she's permed her hair. O__o What's with middle-aged women and curly/bouncy/wavy/plug-ugly hair anyway? Oh, now she's asking me to see her new hair-do. Must. Think. Of. Adjectives. To. Describe. Even her tuition student is laughing at her (it's a bloody horrible laughter. I am subjected to hear it every freaking week, mind you.), so it mustn't be good. She sounds positively happy, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a bit of Sim frankensteining (&lt;-- will not elaborate k) today and it was a huge waste of time, looking at the outcome.  Ohhh, I have that Electricity bit of Science to study. Have I mentioned how much I hate Electricity? During Practical I'm like mmhmm okay yes sure so it's like that, right? Yea I knew that *shifty eyedness* And I know Artrillian knows about my idiocy towards the topic. ;______; I phail at the electricity. {thinks of Wind in the Wires, ohno}  Some student just asked my mother if he could "rub the board". As innocent as the question is, it sounds so wrong. &gt;____&gt; Oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lala just said this on MSN. She is Libertine, I am Bob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Libertine Dick- M.I.A. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Being S-T-R-E-S-S-E-D can be a sweet occasion if we can effectively manage it.&lt;br /&gt;   (Spell the word from right to left) ~&lt;br /&gt;mr keong sent me this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bob No. 2 says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESSERTS&lt;br /&gt;WTF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Libertine Dick- M.I.A. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr keong&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahah, anyway, have you noticed that my new name is Bob? Okay, actually Esther is the real Bob. I was... errrr, Boob? I think so. But then being Bob No. 2 was so much cooler... since Esther is such a cool horse ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha k, goodbye for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-851527197356981741?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/851527197356981741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=851527197356981741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/851527197356981741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/851527197356981741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/08/just-read-artrillians-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-7330529617796558882</id><published>2007-08-09T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T19:28:38.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>: O&lt;br /&gt;: OO&lt;br /&gt;; OOO&lt;br /&gt;?_____?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? I'm back (in black, lol) to bloggg. You knew that would happen sooner or later, didn't you? And I re-opened it on August 9, because I'm patriotic that way. *Singapore flag waving in background*&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if the skin looks retarded on your web browser eg. this big ugly white background on the picture, then too baddd. &gt;D Okay, maybe it's just my computer... the IE I have is not the one with the tabs because, well, my Windows is a counterfeit, supposedly. @___@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll post something more... er, substantial (must not use big werdz like Esther ;D) later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit/&lt;br /&gt;A7x is right here in Singapore, right now, for SingFest&lt;br /&gt;...and I can't see them T________________T&lt;br /&gt;*mourns along with Lala*&lt;br /&gt;*is M.I.A.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NDP is going on now. The costumes are gaudy, the music is cheesy, the people are happy... it's exactly the same as every other year's parade. I don't see the difference. Other than the fact that the Navy is finally taking part in the parade and that there's a floating stage. -____- Can you say overrated/over-anticipated?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-7330529617796558882?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/7330529617796558882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=7330529617796558882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/7330529617796558882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/7330529617796558882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-624641983254356474</id><published>2007-06-14T09:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T09:42:10.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img142.imageshack.us/img142/39/pepperonipj2.png" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-624641983254356474?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/624641983254356474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=624641983254356474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/624641983254356474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/624641983254356474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/06/image-hosted-by-imageshackus.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-983000028502137728</id><published>2007-06-13T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T22:53:55.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh Miss Delaney,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's the matter?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You waited by the window&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(you waited by the window),&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I waited by the door.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh Miss Delaney,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where's your boyfriend?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He isn't up in heaven so why,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Treat him like he's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-dead.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahah looks like I only listen to stupid songs now. *recalls &lt;em&gt;I Believe In A Thing Called Love&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Curse of Curves&lt;/em&gt;* This one's by Jack's Mannequin.Yayyyy finally going to have PBL meeting tomorrow. Oh yussss. Thing is, I lost my PBL file. &gt;_______&gt; Gah, oh well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm going to be in Malaysia from Sunday till I-forgot-when. I'm so not going to enjoy it. I still have homework and bloody projects to do and I can't even play Sims properly. T_____T It's a sad fact. This hardly happens. Dundundundun.I'm pretty sure the Research part of my PBL project is pretty weak. All we've done is the materials part. It's definitely not enough for the insatiable teachers. And so I'll have to do more some day. Gah. I'm dreading my trip to Malaysia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On a lighter note, my Chinese tutor's sick today and so I'm not toiling at tuition now. Yea I'm evil like that. I actually sent her an sms that said Get well soon. but I don't know how sincere I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On an even lighter note, today, 13 June, is the second anniversary of Deception Pass. *throws confetti* Two yearsss!! ^____^ I don't know how writers can even stay to one story for so long. It's like, amazing. Two years! That's like, 24 months. @_______@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-983000028502137728?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/983000028502137728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=983000028502137728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/983000028502137728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/983000028502137728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/06/oh-miss-delaney-whats-matter-you-waited_13.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-4670185862862413300</id><published>2007-06-11T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T20:39:43.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Grrr. Real Life is sucking now. I'll not let this post become a long, angry rant that will piss off about half the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to cut it short, I have a thousand things to do but I really don't have to mood to do anything now.&lt;br /&gt;First of all there's PBL. I hate that thing. Just to warn my group members. If you don't give a flipping shit about the damn thing, then I won't give a damn about what you feel when I do that peer evaluation thing. I think this year the leader gets to evaluate the members? Yea, whatever. If you don't do your share of work, then yea, this. Sheesh I sound like a T2Y434-0T=HDSM;A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the Chinese project thing. I don't feel like doing it at all. Blah. Screw that project for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My holiday's homework is far from complete. Lala has already finished hers. Damn! Five days of my holiday will be taken away by that stupid trip to Malaysia. So not looking forward to that, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just stop here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-4670185862862413300?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/4670185862862413300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=4670185862862413300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/4670185862862413300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/4670185862862413300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/06/grrr.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-2038356613726565328</id><published>2007-06-10T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T22:12:29.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I recently switched over to Firefox and my, it's a bit of a life-changing experience. It works so much faster than that lousy IE. Well, actually, I was already quite aware that it'd be crazy-fast but it's just weird switching from IE to Firefox. I'm getting quite used to it. I heard Opera's even faster and crazy-cooler, but eeeh. It's just Firefox and me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blogskin is screwed here. Ah, screw that. I'll edit next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Esther: Hahahahahah about the cockroaches!! I get ants, no roaches. Phew! ^___^ Talk to you tomorrowwww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-2038356613726565328?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/2038356613726565328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=2038356613726565328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/2038356613726565328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/2038356613726565328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-recently-switched-over-to-firefox-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-1728212861844208595</id><published>2007-06-09T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T19:14:45.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img87.imageshack.us/img87/6886/harddayprintingif0.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Heh, I need to amuse myself on a boring day like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What I did: Wake up, eat roti prata, finished a book, did a bit of Math, computer, computer, computer, about to have dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lalalalalala~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-1728212861844208595?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/1728212861844208595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=1728212861844208595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/1728212861844208595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/1728212861844208595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/06/heh-i-need-to-amuse-myself-on-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-7497887051586740847</id><published>2007-06-08T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T15:38:59.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is official, my group's gonna do Flash for our PBL website. After all, er, it's cool. &gt;___&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I followed &lt;a href=""&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; website found by Baohui and did a tiny, simple Flash website. Haha it looks quite horrible but heck, it works! It's alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View it &lt;a href="http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa29/Justlikepeas/JustTrying.swf"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; in all it's wonderful glory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-7497887051586740847?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/7497887051586740847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=7497887051586740847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/7497887051586740847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/7497887051586740847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/06/it-is-official-my-groups-gonna-do-flash.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-2728485501984770620</id><published>2007-06-08T00:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T00:56:29.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oooh, damn, I'm so badass, aren't I? Hahha, it's almost 1.&lt;br /&gt;I've invaded my brother's room because he's in the army now. Oh, I'll blog about that tomorrow... no, when I wake up in a bit. Heh. Yea, I got it all worked out. If anyone comes in, I'll quickly close the tablet, and hopefully the thick quilt in front of me will muffle the DIT DIT sound. But if someone REALLY comes in, I'll just get ready to die and for a lecture. Oh boy. The things I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-2728485501984770620?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/2728485501984770620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=2728485501984770620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/2728485501984770620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/2728485501984770620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/06/oooh-damn-im-so-badass-arent-i-hahha.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-5429427943636126398</id><published>2007-06-07T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T19:20:30.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Lala iz bein an asshol.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asking her what song I should listen to now. Then she gave me the usual - Tristan, The Magic Position and A7X, so I ignored her and listened to gay songs instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, then I started typing Sidewinder (A7x, teh luv) lyrics, and then she came back with Sidewalk (Story of the Year) lyrics. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jerlene says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIDEWINDER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kryptonite says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sidewalks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jerlene says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't you feel the poison rising&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(there are lyrics here I can't remember X_X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can feel my strength destroy you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(there are lyrics here I can't remember too X_X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kryptonite says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;runnin awway frm the streets we knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jerlene says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH YOU SING WHAT I SING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kryptonite says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err no&lt;br /&gt;like the time we tot was made for u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later I told her to "Vanish from my sight You can't make it right" and she really thought I wanted her to go awaez. O__O Now she says ure &lt;em&gt;XXXXed n ure XXXXin too ure name is jerlene n ure dead uh huh&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T______T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edit:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday Bernice and I went for Chinese tuition at 1930. It was scheduled to end at 2130. (lul scheduled sounds so yuppiesque) Yea, and for the first half and hour, our tutor gave us a bit of a lecture. Okay not really a lecture. She says it isn't, it's more of what she really feels. Her first question for us that lesson was, Why did you choose Higher Chinese in Sec 1 in the first place? Quite a daunting question, isn't it? Bernice didn't look like she was going to give an answer soon, so I said that it was because I did HCL in primary school so I might as well do it in secondary school. Fair enough answer, right? Yea she thought that we were studying it for the two-point deduction during our 'O' Levels. I was like hell no! &gt;____&gt; How could she think that of us! But I didn't say it, of course. Yea then she went on and on and on and Bernice was about to fall asleep and I tried to look attentive and remorseful. Hahahha. She's not satisfied with out results. X__X Eh, I'm really quite satisfied of my B grade, kthnxbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her main point - we muz read teh newspepars. I saw that coming, though. She urges us to read the things every lesson. I don't even read the Straits Times for goodness sake! (except for the comic strips, bad bad Jerlene) Yea then she told us to start by reading that Chinese paper that is published every Friday. She said that from our family backgrounds, spending a few cents to order the paper every Friday should not be a burden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like FTW, you make us sound like we drive Lamborghinis and eat cavier on rye for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the worst part, we had to stay for half an hour more of tuition because she wasted that half hour on that little heart-to-heart we had. Bernice and I were like nuuuuuuu!! T_____T So tuition ended at 2200. Eeeeehhh, me hates.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I'm only slightly pissed off. In good mood becoz of teh &lt;strong&gt;lolcats&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;She prolly thinks that both of us hate Chinese like shit. No, I hate Math like shit. I actually &lt;strong&gt;like&lt;/strong&gt; my languages, thanks. I don't mind Chinese. No, really, I don't. Every now and then I might say Shit I hate Chinese but eh, it happens. I can go Eh shit I hate English. I hate Literature. I hate Dara. (The last statement is true.) Just that I don't want to read newspapers and learn what happens in Iraq and how our icecaps are melting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohnoes, this is a long rant. Longer than before. I must leave before I continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GudBaiiiiiiiiii~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-5429427943636126398?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/5429427943636126398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=5429427943636126398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/5429427943636126398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/5429427943636126398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/06/lala-iz-bein-asshol.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-8659174482708007629</id><published>2007-06-06T12:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T18:39:32.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah, so this is what I'm up to nowadays. Only during the holidays, though. It has to stop when school starts. What has to stop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, you see, a lot of my friends online are awake when I'm sleeping, then when I'm awake, they're sleeping or at school. So to catch them online, I'll have to either stay up till late or wake up insanely early. So I make do with the former. (I HATE TIMEZONEZ GSLKH3UYSH) But the thing is, my mom wants me out by 12 midnight, latest. And what do I do? I wait for her to be asleep, then use my tablet in the dead of the night. &gt;___&gt; And I can't use it in my room cuz my sister wants to sleep. Gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I told my mom that I wasn't sleepy and that I was going to read downstairs. So yea she went to bed. Then I took out my tablet and used it in the KITCHEN. WTH I know, but it's the only safe place. I can listen out for footsteps down the staircase and the noise of the clacking keys won't be as obvious. YEA, then I heard footsteps down. (My mom has supersonic hearing!) I quickly closed my tablet and chucked it into one of the cupboards where all the snacks are kept. My mom saw me closing it and she asked if I was hungry. Then I was like errrrr, and I was trying to keep her away from that cupboard, cuz it's not normal to find a tablet in the midst of biscuits and Milo tin cans.&lt;br /&gt;Yea I kept her away from the kitchen anyway and convinced her to go back to bed. O___O I feel as sneaky as a thief while typing this. Anyway, I used the tablet till about 1 am before I went to bed guiltily.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at about 9.45 (Shit!) to the sound of Cantonese speaking. @____@ Rushed to the computer and everyone was already leaving RP. I was like shitshitshit nuuuu dun leave Ishouldhavwoke upearlierz! Too late, eh?&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah okay I'm rambling. You have no idea what I'm saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, this is a very bad habit.&lt;br /&gt;Must. Curb. It.&lt;br /&gt;Not. Working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I rly rly h8 timezonez.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edit: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, have you gone to &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I CAN HAS CHEEZBURGER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; before? Hahaha it's damn hilarious. I remember my brother showing me stuff from there like last year or so but I never got around to finding the URL. Then I went blog-surfing and found it. Yea I noe I iz slow. Hahahha it's like teh best evar. Gotta luv teh 1337!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-8659174482708007629?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/8659174482708007629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=8659174482708007629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/8659174482708007629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/8659174482708007629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/06/ah-so-this-what-im-up-to-nowadays.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-8460753256739868021</id><published>2007-06-05T16:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T22:55:37.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hahahahhha I was complaining to Lala how Photobucket was dying on me and this was what she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOT NEWS: Photobucket kicks the bucket&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUL I found that very amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edit:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I read the first sentence of Amelia's latest post and it reminded me about something yesterday. Yea so I was out with my mom at West Mall to pick up, ugh, stupid Chinese assessment books at Popular. Yea, and Popular has CD-Rama right? So I saw Minutes to Midnight and was like NGDJ43H MUST. GET. IT. And I know very well that I'm too broke to use my own money to get it so... I had to use my mom's money. Hahahha. Then I saw the Parental Advisory Explicit Lyrics (-_______-) sticker on the cover and was like Shit like mom will get me the album after seeing that. And so I used the old trick. I covered the part with the sticker with my thumb and asked my mom if I could get it. Here comes the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom:&lt;/strong&gt; Since when did you like Linkin Park?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; What? Can I just have it, please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom:&lt;/strong&gt; No since when?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; *pretends to be engrossed at something else on the rack*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom:&lt;/strong&gt; How much is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; [insert price here]&lt;insert&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom:&lt;/strong&gt; You must promise me that you will be hardworking and do your Math and... ... ... ... (the usual Math thing here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; *nod* *nod* Yes. I know. *nod* Can I have the twenty now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I listened to part of it yesterday. I never listen to albums in full unless I have a hell lot of time. I used to listen to Yellowcard over and over again but that's a &lt;em&gt;used to&lt;/em&gt;. What can I say? I prefer the old Linkin Park. Chester still sounds as good as ever, of course. I can't stand his mohawk, though. &gt;_____&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-8460753256739868021?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/8460753256739868021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=8460753256739868021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/8460753256739868021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/8460753256739868021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/06/hahahahhha-i-was-complaining-to-lala.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-5176280597738386569</id><published>2007-06-04T20:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T22:04:42.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe in a thing called love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just listen to the rhythm of my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's a chance we could make it now &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll be rocking 'til the sun goes down &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe in a thing called love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ooh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guitar!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hahaha The Darkness, how old school, dawg. I love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't know what I'm saying now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edit:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ah okay. Mm, about today... I mainly lazed around and did what I do best - stoning in front of the computer and refreshing forums in hope of new topics to crap about. Then I went to play the Sims. Haha I have no life, I assure you. Then came the thunderstorm and BOOM, there goes my game T___T I didn't even save it! Yea so I lost all hope in life for about 60 minutes and went to do Math holiday homework. Esther then texted me to go online and so I did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After lunch, I went to the library to borrow bookz. Then I went to Popular to pick up those shjl;436q=ga assessment books my Chinese tutor wants me to get. Eh shit I'm about to do some 'O' Level assessment book thing okay. Can you believe it? I'm not even fourteen!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yea so when I got home. I went back to the computer till dinner. After dinner... ah you can guess what happens, eh? Yea you can. At least I settled a teensy weensy bit of PBL matters online. So I bugged Keerthana to do the Powerpoint because I'm annoying like that. And I decided that okay! Time for PBL meetings, my membas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ugh I hate PBL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-5176280597738386569?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/5176280597738386569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=5176280597738386569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/5176280597738386569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/5176280597738386569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-believe-in-thing-called-love-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-7760017859017748598</id><published>2007-06-03T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T21:33:26.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha I just watched POTC: Curse of the Black Pearl on Channel 5. It's about the third or fourth time watching it. I love Johnny Depp. How can anyone not love him?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm getting Amelia and the rest to go watch At World's End with me somewhere next week. Ahh, savvy. \(^o^)/ Amelia doesn't get any of it but she's just going to watch it for Orlando Bloom -_____- Okay, I'm not any better, I'm watching for Johnny Depp. Hehehe. Dead Man's Chest wasn't very good. It was just like, er, okay. That's all. Ho-hum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, like about 25 minutes to the end of the show, my mom came in to watch with me. She was like, Oh, pirates huh. And I was like ugnhm &lt;-(some grunt) Then came the break, and one of the advertisements was advertising Maroon 5's new album, and then as you can predict, &lt;em&gt;Makes Me Wonder&lt;/em&gt; came on. My mom was like, Maroon 5 very new meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Er, new album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom:&lt;/strong&gt; I thought that song quite old already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; What, even you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom:&lt;/strong&gt; Yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-7760017859017748598?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/7760017859017748598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=7760017859017748598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/7760017859017748598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/7760017859017748598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/06/haha-i-just-watched-potc-curse-of-black.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-625502104963621855</id><published>2007-06-02T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T23:26:43.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hahahha so recently, I keep finding games online. Okay, there's like an abundance of them everywhere but still!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this very lame &lt;a href="http://www.iamcal.com/games/choose/room.php"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Choose-Your-Adventure kinda thing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iamcal.com/games/choose/room.php"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know if you've played it before butttt it's quite funny actually. \(^o^)/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's the &lt;a href="http://www.skookumgames.com/index.asp?vid=&amp;s=spider%20man"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spider-Man game&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, where you swing around with the click of your mouse. If you're pro enough, you won't keep banging into the skyscrapers or getting caught somewhere. O____O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, that's about all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: Esther made me a &lt;a href="http://hiexxjerlene.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fan-club blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. HAHAHAHHA. She is very bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit, again: Errrmm, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GD_l6GiBvtU"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; video has Spider Man, Sims and The Ramones. How much better can it get? Damn cheesy, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, time to end this post full of links.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-625502104963621855?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/625502104963621855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=625502104963621855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/625502104963621855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/625502104963621855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/06/hahahha-so-recently-i-keep-finding.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-6016709451707544569</id><published>2007-06-01T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T10:40:16.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jealousy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Turning saints into the sea &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Turning through sick lullabies &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Choking on your alibis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it's just the price I pay &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Destiny is calling me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Open up my eager eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cus i'm Mr. Brightside&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lullllll, Lala and I were singing this in Math class yesterday. This song and other songs, of course. But this is the only song which lyrics we can fully memorize. Or &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;can memorize, at least. Eh, I can remember the lyrics of &lt;em&gt;Tristan &lt;/em&gt;but Lala never wants to sing that with me, so okay. T___T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I woke up at 8.40am today. Not like you needed to know that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I haven't started on my holiday homework. I am so freaking dead. Not like you needed to know that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Peiting's leaving for Thailand this... Saturday, was it? Not like you needed to know that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My brother has a headache that is caffeine-addiction induced. Not like you needed to know that, either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thennnnn why am I even blogging?!!!!1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No ideaaaaa. &gt;_&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-6016709451707544569?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/6016709451707544569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=6016709451707544569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/6016709451707544569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/6016709451707544569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/06/jealousy-turning-saints-into-sea.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-4688741257360316565</id><published>2007-05-31T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T17:54:14.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Meh, having two tuitions today. T___T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-4688741257360316565?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/4688741257360316565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=4688741257360316565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/4688741257360316565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/4688741257360316565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/05/meh-having-two-tuitions-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-327920978646651553</id><published>2007-05-29T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T17:56:50.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm backkk!! ^____^&lt;br /&gt;I slept at about 1.45 a.m this morning and woke up at about 1.45 this afternoon. Hahahaha. So that's about twelve hours. I have Math homework to do and Chinese tuition homework to do but I'm too lazy to do anything right now. I woke up too late to get any pictures from Sarawak from Peiting. Most of my pictures are in her tablet right now. We have more than 2 GB worth of pictures. :O Fascinating, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post later when I have a decent amount of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm going to post about the trip. I'm using Winnie's post for reference in case I miss out any details. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at about 5 a.m., stumbled around the house for my comb (which always seems to be lost), ate breakfast and went to the airport. At the carpark, I saw Kamalia, then Amelia. Waaaah we are so punctual, no? Then PT, Art, Amelia and I went to Starbucks for coffee while Mrs. Ng and Mrs. Ng had a nice chit chat. HAHA, I meant, Artrillian's mom and my mom. ^___^ After that, we got on the plane and I sat in between Kaimin and Artrillian. Art likes to be crazy. She is crazy. She made quite a bit of noise on the plane. It was the smaller one. Hee, I've never sat on small planes before. Always those big ones with two aisles.&lt;br /&gt;Art went "Scooby Doo on the plane!!!" a few times. Expected.&lt;br /&gt;First stop was at some school. We presented some donations to them and went off for lunch at the national library. Took a couple of pictures and left for the cat museum. Well, the musem was a little freaky and downright obsessive. I mean, cat things everywhere!! Even Hello Kitty -______- None of the cats there were as cute as my cat. Heeeee.&lt;br /&gt;Next was the Fairy Caves. It was pretty and everything and really cool up there. The ground was quite slippery and sticky at some parts. I dirtied my Jughead shoes there. ;____; And my new jeans too. There was all that bat sounds and such. The floor had a lot of guano, that is, bad shit. Amelia reminded us a good deal by calling everything guano. And Peiting had to scream throughout the whole thing. Hahahha. We only had one torch, which was a pretty pathetic one, because we all put our torches into our luggage. But it was better than nothing, eh? The Fairy Caves is called that because some of the sandstone formations resemble holy people/deities like Guan Ying, Jesus and... I forgot who else. One of them looked like Mary. :O And there were joss sticks everywhere. So people actually went up there to pray.&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner at Topspot Restaurant, some seafood restaurant. Peiting actually finished her whole bowl of rice. Amazing. Then we went to Merdeka Palace, which was our hotel for the night.&lt;br /&gt;Everything about it was great, except for the bloody362-sajha lift. Seriously, that's one thing they have to improve on. PT forgot to include that in the whatyoucallthat feedback form. We (Amelia, Peiting, Amanda, Shi Min, Valencia and I) had a suite. There was this spooky room with only one light and one single bed in it. No one slept there. Amelia kept telling us about the time her father read to her Enid Blyton there when she was eight. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;Reflective breakout was shit and I hated that thing. They kept going off topic and talking nonsense so I was bloody pissed off. Plus we didn't get to bathe yet and the lift thing was still annoying me. Anyway, Peiting slept on the floor! Haha! And we played around with that 'kimono' bathrobe thing. We had to be careful because that lousy thin piece of cloth costs RM150. &gt;__&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went off to Batang Ai! Long bus ride. Lots of sleeping. We went off to the hydro dam there and the scenery was nice. Peiting and I like to look at the clouds and comment on them. Haha seriously she influenced me to look at them all the time. Art and Amelia were like @___@ OK.&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at Batang Ai Hilton for two nights. The lighting's pretty bad. It's a bit creepy to walk out there at night because it's all plants and... black nothingness. Artrillian bunked in with us from then on. Amelia prank called Winnie using her Foxy Lady voice. Haha. We videoed it, it's damn funny. Her voice suddenly changed back to normal in one. Like from all high and horny to normal Amelia. Then we had a mini-party at Winnie's and looked all coolz0rs in our windbreakers. LAWL. We watched those videos with Art and Amelia prankcalling others, example: Winnie and our neighbours. HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;There's a waiter at Batang Ai and helllooooo I liked him first but nuuuu PT and Amelia have to be such man-snatchers. HAHAH. He pulled out Amelia's chair and oh, her heart fluttered. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most eventful day. Too bad I'm too drowsy to list everything out right now. Something really happy happened in the morning. Our alarms rang at 6 a.m. but we all still lazed in bed, just waiting for the morning call since they said it would ring. So we just lazed and lazed, listening to foot steps running across the wooden floors and all that, until Amelia sat up to check the time. It was 6.45 a.m but then. We all sat up and were like oh my gosh oh my gosh how can!?!?!1 Yea, jarring revelation. It only seemed like a fifteen minute laze. So we washed up and hurried for breakfast. After that, we were late for gathering to go onto the boat and were fined RM1 each. Blame me and my slow eating. Hey, I had to savour the omelette right? Ok, so we made our way to the Dayak longhouses. We took this reallyreally cool/fun/exciting/thrilling (so Amelia says) longboat ride to the little village there. The water was a bit like yellowish Milo and it was all good. We were given bamboo cups for souvenirs and we drank rice wine in them. The wine was seriously good. Mmmmmm. I couldn't finish a bit of mine so Art happily took it. ^__^ They danced the welcome dance for us and the man dancing in front of us was quite cool. The little calls they made was a bit unnerving at first but then we found it amusing in the end. We had lunch by the river and whoaaaa the sun was a bloody murderer. We got tan lines after sitting for like half an below the sweltering heat. They prepared lunch for us by stuffing chicken, rice and what not into bamboo poles and making some sort of fire thing. The heat was so unbearable that we went into the river to cool ourselves down, despite the colour. Our feet only, actually. But heyyyy it was so darn cooling. We went in a few times. I collected some water into my bamboo cup and left it somewhere to see how long it'd take for the water to evaporate. So we had lunch. Our food was put on big leaves that were washed in the river and we just ate. When we were done, we threw our stuff into a big rubbish pile and after that, the pile was being burnt. Wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;We went back to Batang Ai Hilton again and went for a little swim. Room service was being crap so we had to re-use our towels. So after that, we went for dinner, where we saw Bondy/Bondie/Boindie darling. His name is still all messed up. But we still refer him as Bondy. Like 007 James Bond. After dinner, we went dancing because... well, they played music for us right? Winnie went pole dancing with the totem and there was so much screaming/hooting/clapping/cheering. Then Winnie and Amelia decided to have a little dance together. Bondy the waiter was doing a little jig too. Amelia went up to him and asked him to dance but he just said "Noooo". Heheheh. After all that, we weaved mats and hell, I'll never weave anything again. It was too confusing and I'm not good with my hands so I'm over with anything to do with bamboo strips and etc. We didn't have reflective breakout, thank gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Batang Ai. ;______; No more Bondy. So heartbroken *wipes tear from eye* We took the ferry back to the jetty and went on a long bus ride back to Kuching. Had a KFC lunch that I didn't finish and went to Lanchau for a break. The toilet was so gross. It had this blob of blood on the floor. Oh gross. Why can't she just clean up after herself? Blablabla long bus rides. We then went to a pottery shop where Zanita, Winnie and Rachel tried a hand at making some clay thing. Didn't end too well though. But it was all good. We went shopping on this day and I hardly bought anything. Art kindly introduced us to the super yummy KAYA BALLS and we wiped out 22 that day. Mmmm. They should have those in Singapore. We had steamboat dinner but the highlight was just the ice-cream. ^___^ Thennnn (seriously I'm sick of this word but I can't think of anything connectors right now) we went to some craft shop. Naz and Art bought some bracelets. Back to Merdeka Palace. Slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the cultural village. Ugh shit I'm sick of blogging now. Okay. Went to airport. Lots of crying. More crying. Red eyes. Snuffy noses. More crying. Depression. Boarded the plane.&lt;br /&gt;Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-327920978646651553?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/327920978646651553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=327920978646651553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/327920978646651553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/327920978646651553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-backkk-i-slept-at-about-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-9102719070033836442</id><published>2007-05-23T18:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T18:13:56.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hah! &lt;em&gt;The Kill&lt;/em&gt; by 30 Seconds To Mars is considered a 'New This Week' at 98.7FM. *smug grinz0rs* That song's at least a few months old now. I know Lala listened to it like, more than 50 times (last time I checked). But then again, she's crazy. ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was packing just now, but then the dust pretty much disgusted me. I'm not packing until later. Stupid Deuter bag I have is like, so dusty. Gross gross gross. So now I still have a couple more things to pack. Ugh I hate packing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be leaving tomorrowww!! It's only like an hour or so plane flight. &gt;__&gt; Eeehh, I told Amelia that before we even warmed up our seats, we'd have to get off the plane already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I dare to step back into my dusty bedroom, I'll scan the page of my Science Theory workbook where I labelled the fallopian tube "flower" because it looked like one and my teacher marked me wrong. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-9102719070033836442?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/9102719070033836442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=9102719070033836442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/9102719070033836442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/9102719070033836442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/05/hah-kill-by-30-seconds-to-mars-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-2446641459704345452</id><published>2007-05-22T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T22:56:05.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't believe I'm still awake. Math tuition usually drains me dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyyy, JGE[WY-23YHELL I haven't packed yet. Heck, I haven't even gotten out the luggage from... okay, I don't even know where my parents put our lugagge. Pffft I'll pack tomorrow. Nerrrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;___________&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-2446641459704345452?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/2446641459704345452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=2446641459704345452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/2446641459704345452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/2446641459704345452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-cant-believe-im-still-awake.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-4102258251194553123</id><published>2007-05-21T17:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T17:44:57.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We had CWO today. I really can't say that it was anything too horrible. Just that we stayed for two hours. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Circle circle dot dot (uh huh) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got my cootie shot, (uh huh) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You think that girl is hot? (uh huh) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I'd rather not. (uh huh)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hahahahhah Rachel and I were singing this while cleaning the walls. Hehe. Damn funny. &gt;:) It's a stupid song though. But stupid songs tend to stick in your brain and refuse to come out. There are too many examples. I can think of five right now. Soboredsobored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We got our class tees today. The red is blinding. Haha but okay I shall not complain, I didn't even do anything about it anyway soooo, yes I must be grateful. ^___^ Just that my name is spelt as Jerleng. No, it's not a big deal. &gt;_&gt; Damn that sewing lady. Hehehe, oh well. I'll just be Jerleng, 'tis fine. *breathes*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My cat's being very naughty nowadays. She scratched my brother (big one, as in, big scratch) just because he moved the pillow which she was sleeping on. Preposterous! So my brother locked her up in the bathroom for a bit less than three hours to teach her a lesson. After that, my cat became all emo and sat at the staircase, resting her head on her paws. Haha she's very cute. But I think she's just acting cute. &gt;___&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-4102258251194553123?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/4102258251194553123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=4102258251194553123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/4102258251194553123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/4102258251194553123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/05/we-had-cwo-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-5858155623803255523</id><published>2007-05-20T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T17:16:59.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh man I can't believe I'm leaving for Sarawak in like, er, a few days. On Thursday. You do the Math. I had to buy this pair of reallyreallyreally awful sandals because, well, we're supposed to have them. I'm only going to wear them for those few days and after that, I'll bury them in the backyard of my house when I get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, today's my brother's birthday. I can't remember his age... er, okay, twenty, I think. We're going to have seafood later, but all I want is to stay at home, really. And not go to school tomorrow. :D Just three more days, three more daysssss. ^__________^ And five days in the wonderful Sarawak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-5858155623803255523?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/5858155623803255523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=5858155623803255523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/5858155623803255523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/5858155623803255523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-man-i-cant-believe-im-leaving-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-491252621268595689</id><published>2007-05-19T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T20:48:02.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to the library after school yesterday in search of&lt;em&gt; I Am The Messenger&lt;/em&gt;. Just had to read it again. I can't seem to find any nice books anymore. :&lt; Though I stole Rachel's Blood and Chocolate and finished it in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now Blogger saves your drafts automatically!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How nice. Sometimes Blogger decides to screw up and your longlonglong post is gone. It hardly happens to me anymore but okay. But the thing flashes when you stop typing for a few seconds. That's a bit annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Esther last night for her address. She called me a stalker!! :OOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my day bumping into cool avatars like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img144.imageshack.us/img144/4151/avatar4448521de1.gif" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Don't tell me you weren't impressed. ^_____^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-491252621268595689?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/491252621268595689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=491252621268595689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/491252621268595689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/491252621268595689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/05/went-to-library-after-school-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-339912277369630167</id><published>2007-05-16T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T20:05:18.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eeeehh stupid results. Bleh. Not contented.&lt;br /&gt;English - I expected more for my compo... because I'm a snobbish prat. Hahah no. Actually because I thought the marker would like what I wrote but obviously she didn't because I got a lousy 19 wthhh. Eee never mind. I didn't get an A for English. *is angry*&lt;br /&gt;Chinese - Obviously didn't get an A. Our class average was like a C5. So it's impossible to get an A unless you are like reallyinsanelyunbelievably smart-assed. I beat Kaimin by half a mark, though. *is happy* HAHAH I'm just being stupid and unusually competitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot imagine what results I'll get for my other subjects. Some thing like B4 C5 C6 D7 ZZZZ. So I told my mom to expect the worst and she was like huhhhh. I told her to expect failure for Math and she became all shocked. She became shocked-er when I told her that Bernice got a B3. She started the talk about blablabla Bernice-and-I-same-standard nonsense when obviously Bernice is so much more pro-ded when it comes to Math. But nuuuu she wants to be stubborn about it. &gt;.&gt; Eh fine.&lt;br /&gt;So we're getting back our other results tomorrow. BUT we'll still have P.E. Eeeh what is this! &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha my Chinese tutor texted me something like "I understand ur school is releasing HCL/CL results today" so I replied 'Yes.' knowing well that she wanted the results. Haha I enjoy being an ass. So she replied asking me for my results. Then I told her. After that, she replied again asking if I was "satisfy" about it. So I replied 'Yes' with added reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha I think I pissed her off quite a bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-339912277369630167?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/339912277369630167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=339912277369630167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/339912277369630167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/339912277369630167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/05/eeeehh-stupid-results.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-1959482661160526570</id><published>2007-05-14T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T22:24:24.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Esther says there are homosexuals, heterosexuals and bisexuals... so I should be a fictosexual. @____@ Hahahahhaha, and I'm the very first! *is honoured*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmpff. I missed BellZ's birthday. How could I! It was on May 10th, just so you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahha Lala come online I must show you something supa dupa funnair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother just asked his friend online "Are you dead?" Hahahh I found that very funny. He's playing some sort of game thing and asking if his friend is dead. What, not funny? Oh poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I'm doing a ten kid challenge with my Sims again. That is, my Sim couple will have to pop out 10 sims before they turn into elders. Sounds fun, eh? Hahaha. Peiting's doing it too... just that my babies (oh how wrong does that sound) are WAY CUTER THAN HERS, NYAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, look at this!!&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;a href="http://img504.imageshack.us/img504/7262/bethandpenguinew4.png"&gt;http://img504.imageshack.us/img504/7262/bethandpenguinew4.png&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;She's even cuter than the penguin. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_______o I'm unleashing my inner paedophile, rrrrrrun!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-1959482661160526570?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/1959482661160526570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=1959482661160526570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/1959482661160526570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/1959482661160526570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/05/esther-says-there-are-homosexuals.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-5236475431170243596</id><published>2007-05-14T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T10:36:56.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blogging dry spellllll. Ugh, I don't want to go to school tomorrow... ;'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhaha anyway I was supposed to be Esther's sidekick but she upgraded me. "It's vital we work as a team to achieve our goals."&lt;br /&gt;Upgraded to what? Eeeehhh, not telling you. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-5236475431170243596?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/5236475431170243596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=5236475431170243596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/5236475431170243596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/5236475431170243596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/05/blogging-dry-spellllll.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-4211442778671230153</id><published>2007-05-11T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T23:44:25.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Masquerade!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paper faces on parade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Masquerade!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hide your face,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so the world will&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;never find you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Masquerade!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every face a different shade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Masquerade!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look around -there's another&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mask behind you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hahaha gotta love those lyrics. Anywayssss, I went to watch Phantom of the Opera tonight. It was freaking amazing. Amaaaaaazing. The sound and light effects and everything. Christine Daae wasn't as good as the one in the movie, but eh, she's already so good. Some people can't even sing. *cough* But a lot of people were comparing her with the Christine in the movie. Poor girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;During the muscical, someone's phone had a message and it had that sound thing. Stuuuuuuupid. Can't even set her phone on silent mode for two and a half hours, can she?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Phantom was so coooool, and so was Raoul. ^______^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I could watch it again!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-4211442778671230153?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/4211442778671230153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=4211442778671230153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/4211442778671230153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/4211442778671230153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/05/masquerade-paper-faces-on-parade.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-2179612557732479361</id><published>2007-05-09T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T18:09:08.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Post #505!&lt;br /&gt;No moooore examsss!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So let the people talk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This Monday morning walk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Right past the fabulous mess we're in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's gonna be a beautiful day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So do the bluebirds sing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I take your hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you take my kiss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we take the world&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Putting Patrick Wolf in here somewhere is a must for this fantastic day. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Erm, it started off pear-shaped though. Well, the Math paper was like crap and I didn't do about... 35 marks worth of questions. There goes the B3. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, anywayyy, Artrillian, Amelia and I went to watch Spider-man 3. (Note I'm the only one without an A in my name :X)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;KJGEYU-243TI;EYAS It was seriously the most awesome movie evarrr!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*spoilers ahead*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eh, I didn't like the whole Peter-turning-emo thing. So irrelevant. And that fringe thing he was pulling off was scarring. I seriously liked Harry and Peter fighting together. ^____^ Hehe, gotta love Harry. So heartbroken when he dieddd. T___T I was like, nuuu, Harry, noooooooooo. Poor dude. I expected Venom to look scarier. He looked too cute, even with the weird white eyes and those pointy teeth. I like the pointy teeth. And so do Artrillian. Hahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh, when we were in the cinema, there was this boy in front of me who went to the washroom thrice throughout the movie. And he also proclaimed to the whole cinema that he wanted to shit. Srsly. And he talked loudy too. &gt;.&gt; Eh, never mind, he's still small.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;BUT there was this woman behind us who was like talking on her handphone for about... four to five minutes during the movie. Oh gosh she could take her conversation outside but noooo she had to be an annoying little ... Ok, never mind. And also, some people can't keep their comments to themselves &lt;em&gt;during&lt;/em&gt; the the movie. Some idiot behind us was like sighing and everything. Oh just shut up and try to be sad during the funeral.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mmmhmm, rant over. I must go enjoy myself and burn my eyes in front of the computer now. Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-2179612557732479361?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/2179612557732479361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=2179612557732479361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/2179612557732479361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/2179612557732479361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/05/post-505-no-moooore-examsss-so-let.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-6337791894931260505</id><published>2007-05-08T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T12:24:28.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five down,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One more to goooooooooooo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for tomorrow. Hehehe. Yessss, no more exams to study forrrrr. :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;Today's Science exam was like... I had 13 'D' options out of 30 questions. And out of which, 7 of them in a row. @_____@ I was like what the hell! Hmm, but teachers love to play with your head. So, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going for hardcore Math tuition in a bit. Hehe, hardcore. Okay,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a sudden liking for Hellogoodbye and Mika. Okay, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-6337791894931260505?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/6337791894931260505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=6337791894931260505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/6337791894931260505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/6337791894931260505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/05/five-down-one-more-to-goooooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-2476765395233596969</id><published>2007-05-05T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T11:44:58.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GLWENG-24JYS I slept at one last night, no, this morning and woke up at 8.30. Ughhh that's like seven and a half hours... which is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday was the first time my brother actually helped me with my homework. Hahah, seriously. First time. Math tuition homework. Well, he only could do like two of the four questions but I think er, that's okay. Hahah my mom told me that he's in a teaching mood now because in London, he helped this A-Level student when all he has is an O-Level cert. So he's all... teachy. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night when my mom was fetching Bernice and I to Math tuition, we were talking and the radio was playing. Then I heard the starting of Linkin Park's What I've Done, though it was very soft. (Ahem, selective hearing) So I was like... (not the exact conversation, bad memory)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Eh, mom, this is Linkin Park's new song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh? But I thought they broke up already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; @_@ How you know??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well apparently my mom gets around. LUL. Nah, she said it's because she's "forced" to listen to our radio stations in the car. Meh. Okay. Then after that I asked her if she realised that something was missing. And she was like, what? So I said that there wasn't anymore rapping. And she said Ohhhh. I think she noticed it beforehand anyway. Hehe, random.&lt;br /&gt;Eh, what's L.P. without Mike Shinoda anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored out of my mind, I don't want to study Singapore's history right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall end with a very cute icon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/2333/hardcoreapplesvr3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-2476765395233596969?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/2476765395233596969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=2476765395233596969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/2476765395233596969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/2476765395233596969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/05/glweng-24jys-i-slept-at-one-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-6589259577586159023</id><published>2007-05-03T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T17:12:32.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I've only studied Theme of War and bloodynt32-ugs;hsDara's change in character and all that nonsense. I have so much more to go, but nooooo. Haha you'll see this everyday until the 9 May. Oh, scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Chinese exam was like... supa dupa easi pants.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahhaha not.&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a very cliche composition about telling on my best friend when she was copying in an exam and boohoo she didn't friend me anymoooore. Oh, tragic. And Paper 2 was like really difficult. At least the passages were easier and I actually finished all my questions. Obviously 50% of the answers won't be right. Ho-hum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, on the bus today, well, the usual things happened. Stupid people not moving to the back of the bus, stupid people sitting on the outer seat of the bus and stupid people talking so freaking loudly that by the time I alighted, I already knew their half their life story. And this lady next to me was listening to Avril Lavigne. Well, I think, I assume it was Avril Lavigne since it sounded so... stupid. Her songs all sound stupid and brainless now. To think I once loved her. Oh sob. I mean, look at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey, hey, you, you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't like your girlfriend &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No way, no way &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think you need a new one &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey, hey, you, you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could be your girlfriend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can write those lyrics with half a brain cell.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and this is the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's like so whatever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*roooolls eyesssss* @_____@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rant over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have officially lost all interest in Twilight/New Moon/Edward. Gaspity gasp. I'll have to wait till August/September for the craze to return. Have you seen Eclipse's cover? It looks pretty cool. Torn ribbon and all. Twilight's selling 3 for the price of 2 at Borders. G-28IGSHASL how could they. And also, everyone's reading it now. It doesn't feel special anymore. Eeek how sad.&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me, where the hell is my Twilight book? I hope it's not tattered and torn and disgusting. If it is, I &lt;s&gt;swear&lt;/s&gt; promise never to lend my books to anyone ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to the land of war and rice. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-6589259577586159023?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/6589259577586159023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=6589259577586159023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/6589259577586159023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/6589259577586159023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/05/okay-ive-only-studied-theme-of-war-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-9013490480579759564</id><published>2007-05-02T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T20:13:24.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So instead of revising for Chinese tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img256.imageshack.us/img256/51/jacobpwzf3.png" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahah comparing between Lala's Patrick Wolf display picture and my Jacob display picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*crickets chirping*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-9013490480579759564?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/9013490480579759564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=9013490480579759564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/9013490480579759564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/9013490480579759564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/05/so-instead-of-revising-for-chinese.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-4861518016242039756</id><published>2007-05-01T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T20:58:59.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>500th post for a realllllly happy event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DECEPTION PASS EPISODE 3 IS OUTTT!!!~~~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(where Tristan hits Jacob in the head with a wooden plank @____@)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK happy event over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-4861518016242039756?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/4861518016242039756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=4861518016242039756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/4861518016242039756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/4861518016242039756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/05/500th-post-for-realllllly-happy-event.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-2813773334434613040</id><published>2007-05-01T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T18:27:42.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HFG=62=SAYH473A, one more post to my 500th post. Excitingggg. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahha there was a snake in Bernice's house yesterday. How gross. She described to me that it was brownish black and very digusting. My father described it as one and a half feet and like, er, I dunno, it wasn't very thick and it wasn't poisonous.&lt;br /&gt;My conclusion is:&lt;br /&gt;Still very disgusting. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I told Artrillian about it last night and somehow we got to discuss our bestseller book in the future. It's got to do with a car and a bowl of snake soup. I know, very interesting. I've been told. ;&gt; Artrillian and I secretly belong to Innovation and Enterprise. :O Gasp, now you all know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Labour Day! Still had to go for tuition though -____- My Chinese tuition was at nine in the morning and my mom woke me up at 8.40 am. GAKLNGHAJA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am finally starting on my Literature. Gosh I hate Dara. I want to kill her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, SPIDER-MAN 3 RELEASES TODAY. HAHAHAH so exciting. So hollywoodised. Wonderful. Not like I have actually watched it but I can predict teh future. I'm smart like that... not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family went out for lunch today. Mmmm Japanese fooood. So coincidentally, Esther was an Pizza Hut. A couple of weeks ago, I was also out at some Jap restaurant and she was also at Pizza Hut!! Oooh freegypants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I badgered my father to buy me this Spider-man volume. Oh man so tempting. I want to read it instead of my History textbook or The Clay Marble. So much more interesting, what with superheros running around in tights. And of course, the amazing Spider-man.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-2813773334434613040?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/2813773334434613040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=2813773334434613040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/2813773334434613040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/2813773334434613040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/05/hfg62sayh473a-one-more-post-to-my-500th.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-838576195571980378</id><published>2007-04-27T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T19:57:39.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>English Exam today. Ho-hum. Wrote the essay on Question 1 and re-wrote it because I had like half an hour more. The comprehension was like GDG$&amp;(&amp;amp;^*DHD%SZZX. At least I understood what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaktime for recess was pretty crazy. The whole canteen was filled with students. So Art and I just drank soy bean milk for recess. Amelia was like &lt;strong&gt;GASP SOY BEAN MILK HAS OESTROGEN!!&lt;/strong&gt; You want bigger boobs right?&lt;br /&gt;Hehe trust her to think of such warped reasons. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hardly study much at all. I can't really concentrate. Bleh. Horses and the libertine are running around my head when I'm trying to annotate my bloody Clay Marble book. (I covered the girl's face in front with black tape because she's seriously pissing my offffffff.) Then when I'm reading my Science textbook, I keep thinking of CELERY WTH. When I'm studying History, I can't help to think of David Marshall and his brilliantly thick eyebrows. Hahahahha seriously go look at his piktar it is teh k00lzors.&lt;br /&gt;How distracting.&lt;br /&gt;I don't ever revise Math. I think I will fail my Math paper. (Yea, it's really annoying when people start to say how they'll fail their subjects but I'm serious here) Quite positive about it. Like helloooo I failed my Math test. Gahhh 9/20. I haven't told my mom yet. Bernice got like 15/20. Grrrrrrr. And we go for the same Math tuition so my mom will surely use that to compare and contrast. Stupid Bernice why must you be so smart?!&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably also going to fail my History paper because nothing seems to satisfy the markers so... meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lala is very kind and if I'm lucky, I'll have all three P.W. albums on Monday. Whoooo, something to look forward to, at last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://img293.imageshack.us/img293/2389/pwlovefy7.png" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I mean how can anyone not like him?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OK, I sense an angry mob of readers at my door now. Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-838576195571980378?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/838576195571980378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=838576195571980378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/838576195571980378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/838576195571980378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/04/english-exam-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-673054515284751795</id><published>2007-04-24T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T19:46:39.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I tried to study. Hehe, got to caught up with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Patrick_Wolf"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Patrick Wolf&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and this really nice song The Magic Position. Darn Radio.Blog.Club doesn't have it soooo eh, you won't know how great it sounds. Hahahah. I think his songs are the only "electronic-genre" songs I'll ever listen to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, had that UNSW Science Assessmentwhossit thing today. They ask the stupidest and the hardest questions ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-673054515284751795?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/673054515284751795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=673054515284751795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/673054515284751795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/673054515284751795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-tried-to-study.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-6976257214227497723</id><published>2007-04-22T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T21:34:33.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ho-hum. I'm being an ass by not revising for anything at all over this weekend. I was completely free throughout the weekend. Ughhhh. Mm anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahha Naz found out the wonders of BellZ. Hahahah. Oh yessss, BellZ is good. She's saved like tons (or no, Naz?) of his work. *cough*, I have a folder-full.&lt;br /&gt;I have a birth defect of obsessing over fictitious things... but BellZ is a real person. O_O Real, fake, reminds me of Pinocchio and A.I. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Let me list out my past/present (healthy/unhealthy)obsessions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Powerpuff Girls. LAWL REALLY. I really liked them. Especially Bubbles. Don't ask. She's like the most annoying one in the trio but heyyyy. (Pr1-Pr...?)&lt;br /&gt;2. Spongebob. I &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; don't see anything wrong in loving them. (Pr4-6)&lt;br /&gt;3. Danny Phantom. Whoaaa, he's like the best looking cartoon character EVER. I mean, yeaaa!!!!!11 (Pr6 - )&lt;br /&gt;4. (okay this will be long) Starting from earliest: Domi, Seth (I don't like him anymoreeee), that cowboy whossit dude from that Wallpaper book Kamalia lent me, Edward, Jasper, BellZ, Tristan, James anddd Jacob.&lt;br /&gt;Man that was long. Sorry Lala no Chris, he's an &lt;s&gt;ass&lt;/s&gt; &lt;em&gt;arse&lt;/em&gt;hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I should stop. This is a very stupid post. I should be doing graphs, memorizing the fuctions of reproductive organs (err what's the cervix again?), studying Singapore's history right now. Thank God we don't have a long history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mind me now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img261.imageshack.us/img261/3374/jackxv0.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-6976257214227497723?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/6976257214227497723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=6976257214227497723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/6976257214227497723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/6976257214227497723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/04/ho-hum.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-9161918207871388224</id><published>2007-04-19T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T20:56:29.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This morning was pretty eventful, really. We had a once-in-a-lifetime experience of running around the school corridors in full school uniform. Imagine a class of girls (minus a couple of them) jogging on the corridors, blouses all starting to be tucked out from the skirt, and a few holding their pockets because their wallets are pulling down their skirts. Quite a funny sight, actually... if you were watching the whole thing from afar. Lala and I were plotting murders that involved pencils. It didn't happen, though. Fortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2G1 started planning for our class outing. Sounds pretty awesomez0rs actually!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahahah I'm so happy. In a couple of days I'm going to have 30 Seconds To Mar's &lt;em&gt;A Beautiful Lie&lt;/em&gt;. Heeee, happy happy happy ecstactism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Photog. today, we had this farewell party for the Sec Fours. Esther got like the most pathetic slices (or were they even considered slices, Esther?) of cake. Hehe. All's good though. Esther's a bit of a glutton. Hahahha kidding. All right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-9161918207871388224?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/9161918207871388224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=9161918207871388224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/9161918207871388224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/9161918207871388224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-morning-was-pretty-eventful-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-4139510041941812091</id><published>2007-04-16T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T20:05:00.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello Post No. 494!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short post today. Well, thankfully, it didn't rain when I was walking towards the bus stop today. Everytime I step out of school, it's as if I have performed some sort of ritualistic (what a word) rain dance and then it'll start to pour. Derrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Music today! I like Music for now. (Wanted to say &lt;em&gt;period &lt;/em&gt;but then you'll think I meant Music period as in 30/35 minutes school period thing. Gah I'm babbling.) We get to watch Cats. Haha I like it. Some parts are a little boring but I spend most of my time looking out for Rum Tum Tugger. Hehe, I love him. He's er, very, er, cute. I like the way he moves and walks and also, his costume. Wow that sounded wrong. Eh, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;"The Rum Tum Tugger is a tom with a wild mane and leopard spots on his chest. He is very fickle and unappeasable, "for he will do as he do do and there's no doing anything about it"." I love Wikipedia, it has everything. That's why it's on my Favourites list.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Mistoffelees: The Conjuring Cat. He's just referred as the Magician Cat by Nazreen and I. He's nice too. Hehe. Magicians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm struggling with Flash now. Damn programme. I'm using colour combinations from hell for my Flash project. Ahahahaha. I'm horrible with colours.&lt;br /&gt;Ho-hum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-4139510041941812091?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/4139510041941812091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=4139510041941812091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/4139510041941812091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/4139510041941812091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/04/hello-post-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-4852453471726709894</id><published>2007-04-14T08:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T08:13:36.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Post 493. Next post will be a frontwards-backwards-same-ish numberrr!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea what am I doing here so early? Gahhgetu3582-jdgl;wa!! I woke up to birds chirping. My ass. I woke up to my dad and brother quarreling. Over some computer-ish thing. Like wth he just returned from Manchester and he's already quarreling with my dad over an inanimate object. Eh whatever. They've stopped anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how my brother isn't suffering from jet lag or any sort because he's behind me on his computer now. Bahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;Edit: I overheard his conversation with one of his online friends. I think his 100 buck mouse conked out on him. But hello it's two years old.&lt;br /&gt;Okay maybe it wasn't the mouse. I think it's something else. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept for about 7.5 hours. T_T I sleep for even longer than that on a school day. Okay, 8 hours but grrr it's half an hour. And today's not just any other day because it's a Saturday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replying teh tags:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jasmine&lt;/strong&gt;: Hahah fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monica&lt;/strong&gt;: It's from Rosesims, but it's pay. As in, donation. So you have to pay. o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crystal&lt;/strong&gt;: Heeeeee. &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amelia&lt;/strong&gt;: It does, it doesss!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tab&lt;/strong&gt;: Who'd complain about no mass run?! Yea MKA was yesterday's news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peiting&lt;/strong&gt;: A bit like Gollum. LUL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amelia&lt;/strong&gt;: Handbag eh? Couldn't find. T_T Yea I won't tell. No one to tell anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall wallow in self-pity now... not. I think there's breakfast downstairs. : D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-4852453471726709894?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/4852453471726709894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=4852453471726709894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/4852453471726709894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/4852453471726709894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/04/post-493.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-7706173803730790312</id><published>2007-04-13T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T22:46:06.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is a happy dayyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ESTHER!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I think she should be watching Phantom of the Opera now. Good for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We went to Heeren today and Esther got her Converses. Amelia got her Adidas top and Peiting got her bag+tee. And I got my Red Jumpsuit Apparatus CD!! WHOOO!! \(^o^)/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Eh, it cost $34.90 though T_T. My mom's eyes widened when I told her that. Then I reminded her it was better than downloading off Limewire and she was like Oh okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hehehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dammit I should have brought more cash with me. Ugh I didn't get to buy those stuff I want. I just realised that I actually want many things. Just.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Eg.: Tristy!!!! @_@)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND! I just got Lala to be addicted to &lt;em&gt;Deception Pass&lt;/em&gt; - best story evarrrr. Online story, that is. Hehehe. I was showing her all the nice and funny parts during school today. Then when I got her into it, I let her read from start. She's reading Season 1 Episode 13 now. She has a loooong way to go!! Haha now she's telling me that Andy is a son of a *****. Now she's thanking me for introducing this wonderful story and that she owes me one. Hohoho she so does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo-er, I'm gonna stay up reading DP all nIgHt!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-7706173803730790312?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/7706173803730790312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=7706173803730790312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/7706173803730790312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/7706173803730790312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/04/today-is-happy-dayyy-happy-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-1111163750567143842</id><published>2007-04-12T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T17:08:38.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Grrrr... I can't find those graphs I drew for Math homework. I clearly remember folding the papers into half and putting them in between my Math textbook, at the page where SP 5E was. And today during Math...&lt;br /&gt;DundunDundUDnDNun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I couldn't find them. :@&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I dropped them somewhere. But where I don't know where! WTH!! Ugh. I don't want to redo those graphs. I didn't bring home my textbook either. And also, if I find those graphs, I'll go ballistic like WTH I SPENT MY TIME RE-DOING THEM DGLAKGKASJDFASKFA?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what a coincidence, Lala lost her graphs too. It's the Case of the Missing Math Homework. Reminds me of those really old Mary-Kate and Ashley books where they went around solving mysteries or something. Trenchcoat Twins, was it?&lt;br /&gt;My I have good memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighhh. Anyway, I hate PBL. I really do. I hate being a bloody PBL leader. I'm a horrible leader and I bloody well know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, tomorrow's Friday. (YUSSSS) And there's no Mass Run! (YUSSSSSSSSSSS!!!111!1one1)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-1111163750567143842?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/1111163750567143842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=1111163750567143842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/1111163750567143842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/1111163750567143842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/04/grrrr.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-8311511554445020191</id><published>2007-04-11T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T20:28:45.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha I've been dead from the blogging world for five days... how very uncharacteristic of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just told Lala that oh shit my mom saw me on like other sites on my tablet when I told her I was doing English (okay I &lt;strong&gt;WAS&lt;/strong&gt; doing English three minutes before she came to look). In my hurry I went to my Desktop and realised that oh shit it wasn't that loud bright purple desktop I had just two days ago. Haha it was the one that I drew on Paint and tiled it for a Desktop. Now it's a BellZ picture. Boooooooooo to sneaking up on innocent tablet users.&lt;br /&gt;At least my mom didn't call BellZ an ape. ^_______^ Lala's mom asked her what an ape was doing on her tablet. HAHAHHA, it was actually Vergil her DMC daaaarling.&lt;br /&gt;My heart'd break if my mom called BellZ an ape. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK I have Blogger's Block now. Bye,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-8311511554445020191?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/8311511554445020191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=8311511554445020191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/8311511554445020191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/8311511554445020191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/04/haha-ive-been-dead-from-blogging-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-8652376152673475269</id><published>2007-04-06T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T23:43:22.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img181.imageshack.us/img181/7371/garliczv1.png" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My private breathy stuff. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hahha&lt;/span&gt;. Only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;privileged&lt;/span&gt; people get to know about my garlicky matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho-hum. Drama has ended. We wrote him bad feedback. Most of us. Well, I feel quite sorry for him. And quite guilty too because I wrote evil remarks. Bleh, okay. I still have a conscience at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Good Friday! A Friday's that's good. Last night, I was complaining to my dad about her crummy camera (it's like 3.2 megapixels wth) and today, he bought a new oneeee! Whoo! After months and months of badgering, he finally admitted how old it was and got us a 8.1 megapixel camera.&lt;br /&gt;And my mom got me Burger King for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;And my sister wasn't home till evening. (&gt;:) ))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we watched POTO on DVD, the one I borrowed from Esther months ago but only watched it tonight. :( Phantom doode wasn't even that disfigured. I mean, that disgusting woman you see at the busstop billboards is more repulsive than Phantom. She's like staring at you with that obviously heavily Photoshopped face looking all disgusting and putrid. The poor traumatized kids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, Peiting has to remind me that BellZ's real name is Vlad. Can you believe it!? Vlad?! Oh mannn. It sounds so Transylvania-esque. :(= Nuuuuuu, I must live in denial. He's BellZ. Fullstop. *lives in world of Domi and Alex and Seth and Aaron and Edward and Jasper and Tristan and Jacob and James and BellZ and Louis and all the other obsessions*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My, that was long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-8652376152673475269?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/8652376152673475269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=8652376152673475269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/8652376152673475269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/8652376152673475269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-private-breathy-stuff.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-5452333996804363805</id><published>2007-04-02T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T20:00:35.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEE! ANOTHER REASON TO BE HAPPIIEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DECEPTION PASS EPISODE 2 IS OUTTTT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so it was released like a couple of days back but hellllll!! I only just realised. Oh poo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-5452333996804363805?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/5452333996804363805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=5452333996804363805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/5452333996804363805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/5452333996804363805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/04/hee-another-reason-to-be-happiieeeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-542199519698055742</id><published>2007-04-02T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T18:12:36.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heh, Lala made a point to ask us questions like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you see your vision burn?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you feel your memories fade with time?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you too young to worry?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A melody, a memory, or just one picture?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lawlllll. It's fun to hear the answers. Heheh. Esther's too preoccupied to chat with me. :'( She was (and still is) insanely happy today. She's just... ecstatic. Blah. I was exceptionally happy too. First of all, I haf lyk A7x songzzz!! Whoooo *happy dance* And also, I spotted a Spiderman comic in the library (National Library, not school library, derr), just when I was telling Esther when we were walking past the comic book shelves that I didn't think I would be able to find an Ultimate Spidey comic. And I diddd!! : DDD And also, PB&amp;amp;J 1.7 released today. We also had no homework today. It's an exceptionally good day. It's been smooth-sailing for the past few days. I have this gut feeling that the next few &lt;em&gt;weeks&lt;/em&gt; will be horrible.&lt;br /&gt;No, Wednesday will be bad already. There's drama on Wednesday. T_T It'll be the last lesson, though. Good, it has wasted a couple of hours of my life already. I'm wasting my after school hours (lawl I'm speaking as if I have a thousand activities after school when I don't but heck) with this guy who doesn't wear socks and scolds us for the slightest reasons. Hell, if he wore socks maybe I'd like him better.&lt;br /&gt;Or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-542199519698055742?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/542199519698055742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=542199519698055742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/542199519698055742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/542199519698055742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/04/heh-lala-made-point-to-ask-us-questions.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-6371669406850455782</id><published>2007-04-01T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T22:47:36.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mehhh, I scrapped up that stupid and lame plant picture. Now you get a Sim holding a fish. A largemouth bass in fact. With lyrics that don't even go with the picture. Lul.&lt;br /&gt;Get excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-6371669406850455782?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/6371669406850455782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=6371669406850455782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/6371669406850455782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/6371669406850455782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/04/mehhh-i-scrapped-up-that-stupid-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-1593275618948743570</id><published>2007-03-31T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T22:13:25.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ho! Yesterday's post was Post #454!! Front-backwards-same-number-o! Whoo!&lt;br /&gt;Lul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Learning Festival, Crescentian Day, whatever. It's like everything joined into one.&lt;br /&gt;And hee! 2G1 won first place in Reel Art!! *happy dance* Was &lt;em&gt;sort of&lt;/em&gt; expecting it anyway. I mean, eh, our costumes are the k0olzors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img479.imageshack.us/img479/6555/jsfj6.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We can live like Jack and Sally if we want &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where you can always find me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we'll have Halloween on Christmas &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And in the night we'll wish this never ends &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll wish this never ends&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;JPEGed for fast loading. Ehh, I have really few pictures. Esther was being mean. *narrow eyes*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Esther scared some girls who were walking past our class. She was standing at the doorway, being absolutely still and putting on a straight face. Haha with that light blue face and bright red yarn for hair, how could she not freak people out? It's all good anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ummm I'm trying very hard to recall the happy stuff here. Uhh let's see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So it was only that Reel Art winnership-thingy-ingy that was good today. Tehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was going to type another whole paragraph of da bad stuffz 2dae but I decided that going off to shower would be a better move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-1593275618948743570?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/1593275618948743570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=1593275618948743570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/1593275618948743570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/1593275618948743570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/03/ho-yesterdays-post-was-post-454-front.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-3529980595959288465</id><published>2007-03-30T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T22:30:49.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK, so tomorrow's Learning Festival blahblah.&lt;br /&gt;My mom and I made Sally's wig today. Eh, it looks... stringy. Ah whatever. The sewing machine died so it's... er, yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, the highlight of the day!&lt;br /&gt;LALA LIKES A7X OHMYGOSH! AHAHA!! And her three favourite songs are also my three favourite songs (and the only ones I have ;'( ))&lt;br /&gt;Buttttt,&lt;br /&gt;she doesn't have the rest of the songs anymore. Boooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-3529980595959288465?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/3529980595959288465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=3529980595959288465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/3529980595959288465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/3529980595959288465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/03/ok-so-tomorrows-learning-festival.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-6631273163628298940</id><published>2007-03-29T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T20:58:24.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello ladies and gentlemen Iamback with a potted plant for a skin. O_O Hee. And lovely old granny panties beige colours for those text box backgrounds. I'll change the skin soon. Notice I'm using some ancient codes from way before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, drama still sucks. Yea how can it not. The dude was wearing a grey vest... with a white T-shirt underneath. Like @_@. A T-shirt?! I mean, a dress shirt would be good (like BelLZ lawllll) but a T-shirt?! We were learning all those cliche drama stuff like having to "project our voices", have good posture and good pron&lt;strong&gt;OUN&lt;/strong&gt;ciation. (I'll be getting to that soon)&lt;br /&gt;Okay you see, we were doing Merchant of Venice and Portia's suitors had to choose a casket and blabla go read the damn story yourself. And one of my classmates pronounced lead (like the metal thing) as lead (as in let me lead you to hell lead) and he was like, "It's LEAD (metal thing), not LEAD. You have bad pron&lt;strong&gt;OUN&lt;/strong&gt;ciation!"&lt;br /&gt;LAWLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL. PRON&lt;strong&gt;OUN&lt;/strong&gt;CIATIONNNN.&lt;br /&gt;And let me add that he has bad posture too. He's hunched, hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bus journey back home today, I saw this Indian dude who looked like Zac Efron. You know the prat from High School Musical? Anyway, yea, this one was Zac Efron - Indian version. He realllly looked like him, seriously. Just that his nails were as long as his girlfriend's. Eww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er, and also, the person sitting next to me reeked of smoke. :&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason why I'd never smoke. Because you'll make the unlucky person next to choke and want to cut him/herself to death with a rusty fork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am listening to &lt;strong&gt;Seize The Day&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Avenged Sevenfold&lt;/strong&gt; now... er, what was it I wanted to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, right.&lt;br /&gt;Lala's been telling me about her Virgil (or Gerbil so PT says) and whassisname errrr that red one with the gun. Dante. Right, Dante. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was showing Lala my purple-haired pixel love Domi Pain and she said that he was a GIRL. The  &lt;a href="http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/1671/43664588380a3310e9boduu3.jpg" border="0"&gt;picture &lt;/a&gt;had Alex, Ann and Domi. Pah. Alex looks more girlie, really. Then she asked for Esther's opinion and of course Esther agreed with Lala because they're cool that way (Hahah). Then Amelia came and we asked her what she thought. She said that Domi was obviously a guy because she saw the arms. O_O Haha Amelia's cool that way too. Then! We called Winnie over and dundundundunnnn! She said that Domi AND Alex were both guys! Hahahahha see!! See!!&lt;br /&gt;It's unfair Alex gets to wear an aikea_guinea outfit but Domi doesn'ttttt. :'(&lt;br /&gt;Er, okay I don't think any of you understood anything I said above unless you were involved. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture creds: Josette&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-6631273163628298940?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/6631273163628298940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=6631273163628298940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/6631273163628298940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/6631273163628298940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/03/hello-ladies-and-gentlemen-iamback-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-1836958141894992128</id><published>2007-03-20T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T20:33:30.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went back to school todayyy! No idea why I seem happy about that...&lt;br /&gt;OH SHIT, I JUST FORGOT SOMETHING. I haven't passed my MC to Mdm Ong. Ohhh darnnn. Okay I'll remember tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the Reel Art thing's quite cool. Our Nightmare Before Christmas OWNSSSSSSS. We actually had part of our costumes in one day. Eh Esther actually had to wear this ridiculous pink dress with teddies on it but she didn't. Winnie practically shredded parts of it off - she's going to redo the whole thing. Interesting isn't it? Everything looked great, especially teh Mayor, but Oogie Boogie's not supposed to be green, dude. He's whitish-beige or something. I was thinking canvas actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we had our Drama thing today. It was seriously a waste of my life. Seriously. The dude made such an effort making us introduce ourselves properly and I realised that he didn't even introduce himself other than writing his name on the whiteboard and saying he was here to teach us this Shakespeare stuff. I have this feeling he has a gay crush on Shakespeare but I'm not elaborating on it. Point is, he didn't even teach. All he did was to speak with a slow, annoying drawl, read that Cloze Passage on Merchant of Venice (without even preparing for it, I'll continue later) though half the class had no idea what went on and tell us that men wore tights then. And he also made us tell him what Shakespeare meant to him. Anyway you should have seen the glares that were given to him during that painful period of time. I mean, he really annoys the heck out of us. I don't think he even prepared for this damn thing because he didn't really teach anything (other than the tights thing, yes, we knew that). He didn't even know there was a certain helping word in the passage until we have to say "YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS" &lt;em&gt;ifyouopenedyour___kingeyesyouwouldknow&lt;/em&gt; and after what seemed like an eon he was like, Oh oh yes. Ughhhh, words cannot explain. I'm really sure we're wasting our Edusave funds on this.&lt;br /&gt;He also said that he felt this was quite a good introduction to the course. Please, I think he just made at least 30 of us less interested in Literature. I can't believe we still have to put through a couple more hours of this. I never liked drama classes. It's either I die or we stab him with pencils or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay scratch that whole paragraph. I didn't say anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-1836958141894992128?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/1836958141894992128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=1836958141894992128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/1836958141894992128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/1836958141894992128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/03/went-back-to-school-todayyy-no-idea-why.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-8981923170179261160</id><published>2007-03-19T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T20:41:29.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was really excited when I clicked on Amanda's blog to see the Reel Art list thingy.&lt;br /&gt;Until I saw that Esther WAS NOT JACK WFGG-085-20T-385=-148IKLJSDGJAFJMA. Esther and Amelia should so change places. I mean, anyone who doesn't agree (except Esther, cuz she's the one who objected... greatly from what I heard) is an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the whole list is all looking fine.&lt;br /&gt;Just that there isn't a Zero in the cast. Zero's Jack's dog, the one who has a shining pumkin for a nose. How hard will that be? White cloth and a red nose.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know, do I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-8981923170179261160?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/8981923170179261160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=8981923170179261160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/8981923170179261160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/8981923170179261160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-was-really-excited-when-i-clicked-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-3557844303976862870</id><published>2007-03-19T11:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T11:50:37.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay so basically I'm staying home because food's easily accessible here, ahaha. You won't believe me, but for the 14 hours I was awake yesterday, I ate 12 times. Yea so you should know. If I were at school now, I bet I'd be chewing on my eraser and starting to bite Lala now. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;And what am I doing at home? I'm procrastinating, alright? I haven't gotten much holiday homework done. Yesterday I told myself I was going to sit on my ass and start doing my homework but all I did was read the entire Season One of &lt;strong&gt;Deception Pass&lt;/strong&gt; which is like my favourite Sim story since TKOAV. I mean it's amost as good as Twilight. REALLY.&lt;br /&gt;And it urks me to know that people write fan-fiction. It's disgusting. I never read fan-fiction. What PT says is right, fan-fiction is like what your own wishful thinking of what happens in the story when you know damn well that the author will never write as unrealistic as that. Fan-fic writers can go ask me to die now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother is listening to really weird music now. It's slightly techno ("Who listens to techno?" Quoting Eminem) and other... weird genres. No idea what. I mean, I'm okay with his Frank Sinatra stuff but not this, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really do something useful now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-3557844303976862870?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/3557844303976862870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=3557844303976862870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/3557844303976862870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/3557844303976862870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/03/okay-so-basically-im-staying-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-4038374809150425818</id><published>2007-03-17T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T16:30:40.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My meds are an anorexic's worst nightmare and the kitchen's my new hangout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lawlawlalwlawlalwalw went to Art's blog and there was this retarded Youtube video. Some idiot claims that he's the second coming. Pfft, if he's Jesus, I'm Jersus. Beat that, would you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-4038374809150425818?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/4038374809150425818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=4038374809150425818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/4038374809150425818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/4038374809150425818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-meds-are-anorexics-worst-nightmare.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-7050178782193550661</id><published>2007-03-16T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T19:58:20.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've passed my germz to my brother. :( Haha and now he's sick too. My mom said that she should quarantine me. Hehe, I don't mind. It's like asking a pedophile to go work in a nursery.&lt;br /&gt;Um, I also didn't go join in our dance project today because my mom deemed me to be too sick. Ugh. Sorry guys. Anyway you don't want me puking all over the floor eh.&lt;br /&gt;The anti-&lt;em&gt;bloody&lt;/em&gt;-biotics make me feel hungry all the time. I've been eating like I've never eaten before. If I don't eat I end up with gastric pains so I have to eat. See I'm going to become fat at the rate I'm eating.&lt;br /&gt;Some idiot on my MSN contact list has the display name "uniform grps sux." I'm not in a uniform group but I think that's like totally idiotic. Idiotic because firstly, he can't seem to spell, secondly, it should be "suck" not "sucks" so that's grammatically wrong, and thirdly, which CCA doesn't suck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On a brighter note&lt;/strong&gt;, SOMEONE MADE A &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BELLZ&lt;/span&gt; SIM!!!!! WHOOOOOOOOO. *ECSTACISM* *HEROINE-ISM* Someone on a forum had requested for it and so a person called Brianna (PT should know)did the most fantastic Sim evarrrrr. Ohmygosh ohmygosh *girly squeal*. Haha the female Sims won't be so lonely animurrrrr. But the Sim looks a bit too masculine because BellZ looks er, quite feminine. Hehe, I'm not complaining though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough squealing-ness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-7050178782193550661?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/7050178782193550661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=7050178782193550661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/7050178782193550661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/7050178782193550661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/03/ive-passed-my-germz-to-my-brother.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-8145648324785957672</id><published>2007-03-15T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T20:52:46.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;OK.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been dead for an eon or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I puked all over the ground because I couldn't swallow this horribly bitter anti-biotic pill. It was seriously damn gross AND bitter. Anyway, there was all that half-digested rice and I could still smell the fish from dinner. And there was that acidic taste in my mouth because of all that er, you know, acid in your stomach because the stomach's digesting the food, you knowwww.&lt;br /&gt;Ah it's not my fault the school skipped the Digestion chapter okay.&lt;br /&gt;I'm never swallowing pills again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther says that I'm dao-ing her. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm coughing into my monitor. Hope you don't get the bug too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-8145648324785957672?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/8145648324785957672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=8145648324785957672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/8145648324785957672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/8145648324785957672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/03/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-4068212122066704888</id><published>2007-03-11T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T17:55:25.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ugh, stupid computer. Or stupid EP, whatever. It's saying Please Wait... in that grey box right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I GOT THE SIMS 2 SEASONS!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOOOOOOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peiting, I still hate you. :@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-4068212122066704888?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/4068212122066704888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=4068212122066704888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/4068212122066704888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/4068212122066704888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/03/ugh-stupid-computer.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-6268333982199952284</id><published>2007-03-10T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T23:36:46.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Previous post was Post No. 474.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w000000wwww!!! Backwards frontwards number same-ish OH YEA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I'm just darned pissed off. First of all, my Internet, or rather that particular site, is being very, very annoying and NOT OPENING. Of all days!!&lt;br /&gt;Second of all, thinking of the early mornings I'll have to wake up on for the next few days is already exhausting. Look, I woke up at 7am this morning. It's like an unearthly hour to wake up at on a Saturday. But I had stuff on so... okay, whatever. Waking up at 8am for the next few days. Church, school, school.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;So freaking many projects. And all of them have to be completed when school re-opens. And there is holiday freaking homework. I read this article about school holidays before. It said that it was meant for students to &lt;strong&gt;REST&lt;/strong&gt; (YEA, BLOODY HELL &lt;strong&gt;REST&lt;/strong&gt; NOT SLOG OUR GUTS OFF ON PROJECTS) and revise our work and catch up with our work and stuff like that. Like we'll actually be able to do that, hello. Four projects and holiday homework equals a not-holiday at all. Stupid screwed up shit. (WOW ALLITERATIONZ0RS)&lt;br /&gt;Okay I just typed a whole paragraph about our "five-day week" we supposedly have in Singapore, but then I took it off.&lt;br /&gt;I suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Adidas watch has finally died. Woohoo. Okay, not really finally. After a bit more than two years, it fell like it wished. One by one, things started to break apart. That little thing where you put your strap through, then the second hand, then the hour hand started to look a little off, and just yesterday, the whole thing broke.&lt;br /&gt;Time to get a new watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Vivo on Friday. It's actually just quite fine, but really overrated. We went there intending to get PT her birthday present but she didn't find anything and she didn't bring her birthday coupons. Anyway, it doesn't really matter whether she got her present at all because she got the best present of all. (Well, to me, that is. If you ever gave that to me, I'll love you forever.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wong Peiting I hate you.&lt;br /&gt;Because she has &lt;em&gt;Seasons&lt;/em&gt; but I don't. This is a very good example of jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;And I hardly ever feel jealous at all so Peiting, go and dieeeeeeeee IHATEUUUUUU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er, yea. Too tired to think.&lt;br /&gt;Alliteration again. WowZA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-6268333982199952284?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/6268333982199952284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=6268333982199952284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/6268333982199952284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/6268333982199952284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/03/previous-post-was-post-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-6442684239890854601</id><published>2007-03-08T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T21:38:49.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My life is spiralling downward. My life is just a black abyss, you know, it's so dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, er, short post today on bus journey woes. By age 16 I should have enough of these to compile into a book.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't understand how some people can actually still sit on the outer seat of the bus when the bus is already crammed with people and us humans start to resemble fish. Sardines, to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are one of these people, I suggest you to&lt;br /&gt;Go kill yourself or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-6442684239890854601?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/6442684239890854601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=6442684239890854601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/6442684239890854601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/6442684239890854601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-life-is-spiralling-downward.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-3066476250412028838</id><published>2007-03-06T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T17:59:48.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, today's post will be about today.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it didn't rain this morning. Grr. And I can hear thunder outside right now. Why couldn't it just rain in the morning?!! So we had mass run. At least it wasn't on wet surfaces like last week. I mean, that's just dangerous. I was hoping that someone would die (or at least get seriously injured) during mass run last week so that the school'd just take it away for ever. I was hoping for that today, too. I was wishing someone would drop into the canal and drown... never happened, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shoot, spilled green tea on myself.. at least not on my tablet, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andddd, er, I did badly for all the tests I got back today. Like, shetttttttt. I failed Literature. I didn't do vey well for Math (okay that was er, yesterday? Last week?) My Science was below expectations because I suck. And Chinese... er, I summarized the wrong paragraph and that costed me like, a hell load of marks so I didn't get a half mark lower than Kaimin.&lt;br /&gt;Kaimin is like, the pro-est person in 2G1 when it comes to Chinese. She scored 82! And it's Higher Chinese, my gosh! I &lt;em&gt;wu3 ti3 tou2 di4&lt;/em&gt;. That means like, I'm really wow-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have four projects to do over the term break. Term break my ass. We might as well just go back to school anyway. We have Music Choreography, History Podcasting, CME Hero-thingyProject-whassat and Home Econs preparation thing for our Common Test. &lt;- Bernice told me on the bus today.&lt;br /&gt;Yea and we still have to go back to school for lessons. I don't really give a crap about that but it's the projects we have, dammit! How are we supposed to complete all that. It means like, about a day and a few hours to complete one project. Sounds like it's fine and dandy but seriously, it isn't.&lt;br /&gt;It isn't term break at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nowwww, it's about downloading songs and all that. (By the way, I am not referring to anyone at all. No one in particular. I mean, this has happened so many times, so) Anyway, when you say you download songs off Limewire or whatever source, they'll be like O_O OMGZZZZ U DWNLD S0NGSSS, U G 2 H3LLLLLLL. Please, if you and your friend transfer files through your MSN Sharing Folder or etc., it's the same as download. It's just the same! You're not paying for the song and it's not honest, so what's the difference, hello? Downloading and sharing files are all the freaking same so stop making a huge omgz-ness over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, glad that's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Seven Dwarf's (not talking about the fairytale here) dance is like really darn cool. It's the coolest thing since sliced bread. And my group hasn't thought of anything yet. :&lt; It's okay, we'll think of something that will knock your socks off. Hohohoooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther and I are hooked (or let's just say... er, we like) that I Must Be Emo song. Lawlz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stop my breathing and slit my throat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I must be emo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't jump around when I go to shows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I must be emo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dye in my hair and polish on my toes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I must be emo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I play guitar and write suicide notes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I must be emo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's just part of it. You've got to see the entire lyrics. It's hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I didn't realise Bernice was on the same 970 bus as I until around the Holland V. stop. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have Math tution tonight. :&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-3066476250412028838?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/3066476250412028838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=3066476250412028838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/3066476250412028838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/3066476250412028838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/03/okay-todays-post-will-be-about-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-3188693398498141810</id><published>2007-03-03T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T22:09:28.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha, my sister influenced me to like Imogen Heap's &lt;em&gt;Hide and Seek&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;When she made me listen, she was like breathing, "This was the song when Trey died!!"&lt;br /&gt;Of course, she's talking about The OC, even &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; know. And I don't even watch TV. Much less programmes like The OC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm just a teenage dirtbag like you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day Esther and I were walking to the school foyer and we were walking past the Mini Forum. Then I heard someone playing the piano at the Mini Forum. It sounded oddly familiar. And then I realised that it was My Chemical Romance's Welcome To The Black Parade. The introduction part, I meant. Hahah I was hoping for Yellowcard's Three Steps Down (or Up, it says differently onto the inside and on the outside of the album, really) but nuuuuu. Okay, it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, in The Used's &lt;em&gt;Take It Away &lt;/em&gt;(which I seriously love), there's one part that says "And I've lost all doubt/In a chemical romance". Hahah amusing isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;First it was Sims and Shakespeare, now it's MCR and The Used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gosh Ihavenolife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts on Monday. :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-3188693398498141810?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/3188693398498141810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=3188693398498141810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/3188693398498141810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/3188693398498141810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/03/haha-my-sister-influenced-me-to-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-2101230878326006035</id><published>2007-03-02T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T17:22:11.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Helloooo. So 2G1 practiced the dance steps today, not only with Dum Diddly but with other songs like, er, SexyBack, Tokyo Drift and etc. So fun. Hehe, and I can finally remember the steps. I think. I must look at Artrillian next Monday.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it was raining really really heavily this afternoon. I forgot to bring my umbrella. :-X But luckily Esther had one. Er, but still got wet, of course. I mean, Esther's always playing with the umbrella and making us all wet. I was protecting my tablet with my life, ahaha. The bus was freezing cold. Or at least I was freezing cold. My feet was soaked and uncomfortable and my fingers were numb and my ipod was unbelievably icy. I texted that to Esther and she told me that her house was "hot". Like, grrr. Then I told her how I had to avoid rain puddles and all that and she said I was lame. :'( What a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I alighted 970, the rain wasn't very heavy, so I brisk-walked. Gifts and Curses was playing at it was the really cool part with the violin and instruments. As the music became faster, the rain became heavier. I'm serious. I was half-running by them. Then the drums came in. Raining harder and heavier. And thunder too. And as you can guess, the music became faster and faster. Rain came pouring down and I was sprinting up the slope by then. By the time I came to my doorstep I was drenched. Bah. Hahahah. My mom made me hot Milo. :D Hehe. And she got me a towel. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And HOHOHO!! &lt;strong&gt;IT'S SATURDAY TOMORROW!!!!1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading Shakespeare (the simplified one, derrr. But still with weird olden English) just now. And I realised why in Sims, there was a Veronaville with a &lt;strong&gt;Capp&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;strong&gt; Monty&lt;/strong&gt; family.&lt;br /&gt;You see, the setting of Romeo and Juliet was in Verona. Juliet was a &lt;strong&gt;Cap&lt;/strong&gt;ulet. Romeo was a &lt;strong&gt;Mont&lt;/strong&gt;ague. Hehe, that's so enlightening right. There was a Hermia and Mercutio, too. Just that Mercutio died in the story. :-/&lt;br /&gt;And in Sims, there's another family with names connected to A Midsummer Night's Dream. It's so darn cool and I just realised all these after like, three years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to get new shoes with Jughead crowns painted all over them. YeAaAaAaA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-2101230878326006035?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/2101230878326006035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=2101230878326006035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/2101230878326006035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/2101230878326006035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/03/helloooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-310740993424180983</id><published>2007-02-28T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T17:33:15.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ladies and gentlemen, get ready to be n00bified!! And we show you how attire is supposed to be worn. ;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img222.imageshack.us/img222/5065/noob1nt1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With blouses tucked in and high and skirts unfolded. And also, four buttons showing only. We are in love with the new attire rule. Hahahhaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And also, doing Ah-lianish poses which are to cool to be true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ONNE, TUU, TWEE, FWUR, FYVE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img138.imageshack.us/img138/219/noob2mw4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;0H, T0T41 K0-0LZ01-SSS!! n00b!!1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/7825/cgslogowt3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yea, the logo must be seen and socks must be two fingers above the ankle. I pulled mine up real high but it still couldn't be that high. I'm sowwie. :-x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And apart from that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img154.imageshack.us/img154/6499/spoofgp8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img136.imageshack.us/img136/20/realthangra4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since Epic Movie was a total flop and a waste of money and time, we bring you the bestest spoof since... Scary Movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well it's good enough. You can't see the difference of our hair colours but Esther has supposed to be slightly... blondish, I have black hair and Peiting's dark brown so it all matches very nicely. Tehe. And we have our top button buttoned!!! O_O Eh, could have been better if PT was actually looking at the camera!!1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Er, anyway, we did all this because we have the silliest rules ever and some of them seriously can't be followed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And also, why should we photocopy a DEATH CERTIFICATE for the school? Hello, how insensitive (lawlawlallawl, using PT's word)is that? Why would anyone lie about a death in the family? A parent's letter about a death of a relative is enough, you don't need the certificate for proof or official purposes etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay that's all for now. Have a n00by day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-310740993424180983?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/310740993424180983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=310740993424180983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/310740993424180983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/310740993424180983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/02/ladies-and-gentlemen-get-ready-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-2095229979382193121</id><published>2007-02-27T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T18:45:58.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GRRRRR. I can't find that purse I use to keep my MP3. It's the Nightmare Before Christmas one with a key as a zip-puller-er. Which is weird because I distinctively remember bringing it home, into my room and putting it on my table. Then I went out of the room bringing only my iPod alone and leaving it there but alas! it is GONE!!!1&lt;br /&gt;Like, how can that even happen!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-2095229979382193121?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/2095229979382193121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=2095229979382193121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/2095229979382193121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/2095229979382193121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/02/grrrrr.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-6722042585091770041</id><published>2007-02-26T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T21:58:38.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ladeeda, last week (or so) was The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus and today is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boys Like Girls&lt;/strong&gt;!! *happy dancez0rz!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah I love all these new bands I'm finding out. Crappy Singapore doesn't get these bands. Ugh. Like, hello, I can't even find Jack's Mannequin yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-6722042585091770041?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/6722042585091770041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=6722042585091770041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/6722042585091770041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/6722042585091770041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/02/ladeeda-last-week-or-so-was-red.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-1660738734097547415</id><published>2007-02-26T18:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T18:58:35.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HelloIamhungry:&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-1660738734097547415?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/1660738734097547415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=1660738734097547415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/1660738734097547415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/1660738734097547415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/02/helloiamhungry.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-1915730183401306655</id><published>2007-02-23T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T23:34:40.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Emo" is not short for "Emotional." "Emo" does not mean Taking Back Sunday and Dashboard Confessional, despite what MTV has led you to believe in the last few years. "Emo" is not sidebangs, tight pants, and male vocalists who sing like little girls about their failed relationships. "Emo" is not the use of diluted, meaningless metaphors and similes such as "My arms are like pinecones," and most definitely is not the rampant use of words such as "autumn," "heart," "knife," "bleeding," "leaves," and "razorblade."&lt;br /&gt;I just thought I'd clear that up after all of these "definitions" in which I have encountered an unbelievable amount of people who try to pass off their blatantly false pretenses as fact, and are slowly infecting others with their high-horse, holier-than-thou bullsht. Because honestly, with your ridiculous definitions, Beethoven, George Gershwin, and Britney Spears are/was "emo bands."&lt;br /&gt;Now, onto the real definition.&lt;br /&gt;In the early 90s there was a movement in the hardcore genre that came to be known as "Emotive Hardcore," spearheaded by Rites Of Spring. Harder-core-than-thou kids, who swore by Dischord Records a la Minor Threat, actually coined the term "Emo" as something of a put-down for the kids who really liked Rites Of Spring, Indian Summer and this new wave of "Emotive" Hardcore bands. That's right, "Emo" was once not something kids called themselves. The field exploded outwards from there - Level-Plane Records has always been the most famous Emo label. Acts like Yaphet Kotto, I Hate Myself, Saetia, Hot Cross, A Day In Black And White, Funeral Diner, I Would Set Myself On Fire For You, You And I, and hosts of others came in the next decade. Most emo bands have since broken up, but there's still the occasional hold-out (again, the majority of Level-Plane Records' roster has been a procession of emo acts). Like most DIY hardcore/punk of the time, a majority found its way onto vinyl and not much else. Some people consider bands like Fugazi, and later Sunny Day Real Estate, a progression of emo, but personally, I don't quite follow that philosophy.&lt;br /&gt;Often, more recently, this gets intertwined with post-hardcore, and understandably so - that's nothing to make an issue of, since well sht, at least it's close.&lt;br /&gt;Since the late 90s, though, bands have been emerging in the vein of Taking Back Sunday, Dashboard Confessional, and the thousands of their clones. As far as I can tell, some lazy journalist somewhere, writing an article about them, decided "Well, no one knows what emo is anyways, so I'll call these bands "emo" - sounds more appealing than bubblegum pop rock..." and the spiral continued downwards into the current amalgamation of bands MTV has told everyone is "emo."&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, people decided that "emo" meant "emotional," which is obviously bullsht, as 99% of bands make music to illicit emotion, which would make "emotional" a completely all-encompassing genre from classical to opera to pop to rap.&lt;br /&gt;Hope that helps.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/quote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this online. Er, found it enlightening. Lawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, French today blahblahblah. As usual, my friends were late. Why am I not surprised? Hahaha, Peiting said that to me just now. Yes, I shouldn't bother rushing to Jurong East anymore, after all, I'll have wait anyway, right? I'm right so shut up.&lt;br /&gt;Shit there's like, three tests next week. Math and Science Common Test and Mother Tongue Class Test. I didn't know that Science would be next week so I didn't even touch my books! :( Oh man. Going to be so busy this weekend. That's not a good thing. Not a good thing at all. My gosh.&lt;br /&gt;I'm blabbering and repeating myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img352.imageshack.us/img352/4567/dsc03602py3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because I'm so bored tehehe. Hello bad lighting and photography skillz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-1915730183401306655?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/1915730183401306655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=1915730183401306655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/1915730183401306655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/1915730183401306655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/02/emo-is-not-short-for-emotional.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-535681807357083249</id><published>2007-02-20T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T22:19:34.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Second post because I suck.&lt;br /&gt;lAWL. Changed teh top picture because I'm extremely bored. Dumdedum.&lt;br /&gt;Esther sent me this very funny text message. Let me get my phone here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jasper is a stone name. Means you are jade and jasper is jasper and then both of you are compatible. ;D winks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAH. Any ideas why I'm Jade? Because of teh BACK ROW CLUB! We are all named after... er, stones. Esther is Emerald, Lala is Limestone, so I'm Jade. Rachel is Ruby, Kaimin is Milestone and Keerthana is Kidneystone. I doubt all of them know their names, though. Hahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go to schoooool. :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-535681807357083249?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/535681807357083249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=535681807357083249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/535681807357083249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/535681807357083249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/02/second-post-because-i-suck.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-2522205103572069105</id><published>2007-02-20T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T20:46:28.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Post 464!! A backwards number! Whoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my sister to unplug my tablet adapter before she went to bed last night because by then my tablet'd be charged. I just checked it about twenty minutes ago and tada. The switch is left on, the adapter still plugged. I told my sister that and she said that it didn't matter because blahblahblah the charging would stop by itself. Like I didn't know that, I own the tablet, mind you. So I said it's because you're wasting electricity like that and she told me to not be a treehugger.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, if the world doesn't have "treehuggers" like me, it'd die so much earlier with people like you wasting resources everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( School resumes tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-2522205103572069105?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/2522205103572069105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=2522205103572069105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/2522205103572069105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/2522205103572069105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/02/post-464-backwards-number-whoo-i-told.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-6385300799625817271</id><published>2007-02-19T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T18:33:04.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, etc).&lt;br /&gt;2. Put it on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;3. Press play.&lt;br /&gt;4. For every question type the song that’s playing.&lt;br /&gt;5. When you go to a new question press the next button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready? GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—-YOUR MOVIE-&lt;br /&gt;Opening Credits: All The Small Things (Blink 182) Wow, whatta movie.&lt;br /&gt;Waking Up: White America (Eminem) Waking up in America. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;Falling In Love: Here By Me (3 Doors Down) : &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fight Song: Take It Away (The Used) O_O&lt;br /&gt;Breaking Up: Carry This Picture (Dashboard Confessional) I thought this was about breaking up?!&lt;br /&gt;Make-up: With Or Without You (U2) Aww.&lt;br /&gt;Life’s Okay: Our Lives (The Calling) Wow, coincedental (sp? Can't spell today), much?&lt;br /&gt;Mental Breakdown: Everywhere (Yellowcard) HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Driving: Dani California (Red Hot Chilli Peppers) Oh yeaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;Flashback:  Become (Goo Goo Dolls) A bit of connection here at least.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Dance: Only One (Yellowcard) Haha, Only One isn't very happy actually.&lt;br /&gt;Regretting: Let There Be Love (Oasis) Eh?&lt;br /&gt;Final Battle: On My Own (The Used) Wow.&lt;br /&gt;Death Scene: Who I Am Hates Who I've Been (Relient K) Hmm, makes me woner.&lt;br /&gt;Make-Out Scene: SexyBack (Justin Timberlake) L4WLZZZ!!! Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Ending Credits: Face Down (The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus) A bit weird here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, because Kamalia told me...&lt;br /&gt;The two websites that she wants you to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xsmatter.pbwiki.com/LightForChildren"&gt;http://xsmatter.pbwiki.com/LightForChildren&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lightforchildren.com"&gt;www.lightforchildren.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be a kind soul. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-6385300799625817271?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/6385300799625817271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=6385300799625817271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/6385300799625817271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/6385300799625817271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/02/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-4172394740455262806</id><published>2007-02-18T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T17:01:45.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello and Happy CNY. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think my family's doing any more visiting for today. We're pretty slack. Hehe. Ain't complaining here, yo.&lt;br /&gt;Listening to The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. Loooovezzzz. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(L)(L)(L)(L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must stash away some of my red packet money for coughcomicscough and mumblealbumschoke. What?&lt;br /&gt;What did I just say? Huh?&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. My sister said I'm like Seth Cohen from The O.C. when I told her about my Secret War plans. Haha. Whatever. How can she compare me to a character from some stupid show she used to be obsessed with!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's really nothing much to blog about. I just feel like hanging around here that's all. :&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-4172394740455262806?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/4172394740455262806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=4172394740455262806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/4172394740455262806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/4172394740455262806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/02/hello-and-happy-cny.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-1575409645254304964</id><published>2007-02-17T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T22:43:23.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Happy Chinese New Year Eve!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had steamboat and the like tonight. Nothing interesting here.&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be a really short post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was browsing through sites like &lt;a href="http://alloy.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Alloy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://delias.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Delias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for Sim purposes when I found this really comical tee. Eh, comical to me at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 394px; HEIGHT: 315px" height="627" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img175.imageshack.us/img175/7109/peaceoutyh5.jpg" width="664" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scaled it down and now it looks gross. Anyway, for the non-Chinois people, it reads I Heart Peace. Just that it says "Ping He" when it's supposed to be "He Ping".&lt;br /&gt;The designers were obviously not Chinese, I know. They probably did the Google language check or something. But heck, I don't really care. It made me laugh that's all. :D&lt;br /&gt;And just to boast a bit because I'm in a boastful mood tonight, it took me 5 minutes to position those trees behind the girl and I did that outfit. 14\/\/1zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+00d13$, d4+ $0uNd$ 9R0$$, /\/\4n!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-1575409645254304964?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/1575409645254304964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=1575409645254304964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/1575409645254304964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/1575409645254304964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-chinese-new-year-eve-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-5061323774621662844</id><published>2007-02-16T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T17:32:31.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:'(&lt;br /&gt;It is raining. I don't want to walk to the bus stop in this heavy rain. Noooooo. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French tonight as usual. Bah. I don't think I can remember anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peiting is sick. High fever if I'm not wrong. Get well soon.&lt;br /&gt;Or you'll miss out all the good fun like eating ice-cream and going to Bugis. Of course, &lt;em&gt;some people&lt;/em&gt; might want to pull you down to the arcade. Tehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artrillian and I have this Who-Can-Buy-The-Nicest-Nightmare-Before-Christmas-Wallet/Purse Competition. You see, both Art and I have NBC money-holders. Er, mine's a wallet, hers is a purse. Her purse is waaaaay nicer than mine. :'( So the other day, we agreed to have this competition to see who could buy the nicest NBC money-holder. Saw one at Bugis today. Pity, I only had seven bucks with me then. It was about... fourteen, maybe? Ugh. See, Artrillian, you are so going to win. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid rain outside. Noooo I hate youuuu rainnnnn. I'll have to wet my Birkies and my clothes and my bag. Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;AH. Loud thunder. Soooo scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY THE WAY!! I'VE GOTTEN THAT SPIDEY COMIC THAT I MISSED OUT!! Hehe, read it today. Yayyyy. My heart is at easeeee. :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;At Kinokuniya, Esther and I saw this very cool comic with like, five (or something) of the Marvel eh, whatdoyoucallthem Superheros on the cover. Darn, I forgot the title. There was like, Wolverine, Spiderman, Captain America, Daredevil and one more person. I forgot who the guy is. Yea. Some combined thing which is super cool. Hehe. But it's thirty-something dollars and like I had said, I had only seven dollars. Seven minus the two-twenty I spent on the comic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Secret_War_(comics"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Secret_War_(comics&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Lawlzzz, don't you love Wiki?&lt;br /&gt;/Edit&lt;br /&gt;Eeeee, I'm broke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-5061323774621662844?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/5061323774621662844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=5061323774621662844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/5061323774621662844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/5061323774621662844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/02/it-is-raining.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-1328835227995019001</id><published>2007-02-15T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T20:38:08.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>t()D4Y 1$ t()t41 D3f3N(3 D4y!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeaaaa, had no food and water to consume. Boohoo. We had Khong Guan biscuits (or Ah-ma biscuits like what Amelia called them last year) and NEWater. NEWater tasted disgusting but the biscuits were fine. Hehe. I like Khong Guan. During recess, two other classes sang (or shouted) Happy Birthday songs (or shouts) for the birthday girl. So 2G1 decided to sing a birthday song... for Crystal the imaginary girl who sits in the back row!! Inside joke, man. Yea. Quoting Nazreen who was telling 2G1 what to do... "So? We have nothing better to do what. No food also." Haha, it sounded damn funny. Anyway, yes, so we sang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PBL meeting today. Hahahah so we have some progress! Yeaaa. We did our problem statement today and &lt;strong&gt;creative brainstorming&lt;/strong&gt;. Big words sound smart. And it sounds like \/\/H04 \/\/3 D1D $0 /\/\U(HHHH!!!!11 Hehe. Yea man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for Photog. today. I was confuzzled for like, 81.464% of the time. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached home at about 1915. The bus ride was like a bloody hour and ten minutes long. :'( Okay, so. I was standing on the bus with the 30 over people on the bus. The bus came to a bus stop. Only two people alighted the bus but like more than ten boarded. There wasn't enough space and the asses standing in front of me refused to move. Then this stupid woman who was frustrated that she couldn't get onto the bus shouted (practically SHOUTED. I am not exagerrating here, honest.) "MOVE TO THE BACK. &lt;strong&gt;BACK IS NOT GHOST&lt;/strong&gt;." Seriously. She shouted that. So the rest of the people grudgingly shuffled their feet and curse under their breaths. Bloody woman. Then she pushed her way through the crowd and made someone get off his seat saying "I GO IN FIRST." Ugh. We don't need people like her in this world.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there are nice people too.&lt;br /&gt;Like this man, who is like probably in his late-fifties or early sixties. He offered an empty seat to people who were younger than him. No one accepted his seat, though. I mean, how can you do that?! Well, so, he sat on that seat in the end. Aww. :)&lt;br /&gt;Unlike that woman. Who shouted that "BACK IS NOT GHOST" one more time a few stops after that although her big butt was already resting comfortably on a seat. Gosh, that line is grammatically wrong, woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was V. Day. Last night was quite eventful, in a nice way to put. Not going to elaborate but my mom accidentally dropped the bouquet of flowers that my sister for for V. Day and so she kicked up a big fuss. I saw that coming, of course. How very predictable. So there was shouting and bawling and all that jazz. My mom, who is like sosososo nice, went out specially to replace her tulips. Ugh. Wherever will you find a mother who will put up with shit like that? If I was my mom, I'd leave her to scream her lungs out and stomp down the house until she died or something. But I'm not a mother so how should I know, eh?&lt;br /&gt;Asked my mom when was the legal age when you can get your own apartment. She said she'd only let me do that when I get married. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the Eve of Chinese New Year Eve. Haha. 2G1 wants us to wear red. :( Oh mannnn. I don't have a red shirt that's... eh, presentable. The only one I have is for the first day of CNY (so that I can get a bigger red packet from my grandmother, my mom said. Haha, I doubt it though) So I don't know what to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe, Yellowcard's old songs are all so cute and... poppish!!&lt;br /&gt;Look at this..&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt; - Amusing Non-italics - me likes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You sat me down beside myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;To show me all the reasons I was wrong for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Was this for real? It's hard to tell&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it was such a beautiful mess we had got into&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna overcome this, paper hearts can't win this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all along I should have known this wasn't your dream, it was mine&lt;br /&gt;I know you wanted me to give up this life to be&lt;br /&gt;Everything I was back when you had the hands my heart was in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was never good at goodbye...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can I swallow this bottle whole?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;So this brain in my head can forget your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When we were starting out, you believed in me without a doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;You were the finest thing to happen to a boy like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so much harder now, I wanna try and tell you how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;There is so much love in me, even though it's hard to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I was never good at goodbye...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can I swallow this bottle whole?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;So this brain in my head can forget your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can I swallow this bottle whole?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'd rather be dead than make more mistakes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today I couldn't stay awake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Feels like I'm drowning in this firewater lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won't be sleeping much tonight&lt;br /&gt;It's not the same without you lying by my side&lt;br /&gt;(Right beside me)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can I swallow this bottle whole?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;So this brain in my head can forget your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I swallow this bottle whole?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'd rather be dead than make more mistakes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you wanted me to give up my life to be&lt;br /&gt;(Can I swallow this bottle whole?)&lt;br /&gt;Everything I am when you're the only thing that I can see&lt;br /&gt;(Can I swallow this bottle whole?)&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry but you're not the, not the only one for me&lt;br /&gt;(So this brain in my head can forget your face)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You left me here beside myself&lt;br /&gt;Left me with all the reasons I was wrong for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs like this always make me happy. That's what I have to listen to them when I encounter idiots like Ghost Woman when I'm on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;The name of the song is Firewater, by the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-1328835227995019001?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/1328835227995019001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=1328835227995019001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/1328835227995019001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/1328835227995019001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/02/td4y-1-tt41-d3f33-d4y-yeaaaa-had-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-2390411926341128498</id><published>2007-02-14T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T18:25:22.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/1009/38715941734dfd542b3cy9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-2390411926341128498?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/2390411926341128498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=2390411926341128498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/2390411926341128498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/2390411926341128498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/02/have-good-valentines-day-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-1787933338567706812</id><published>2007-02-13T20:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T20:40:52.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello Twilight fans. Hold on to your seats now. non-Twilight fans, you may now close this window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img164.imageshack.us/img164/6891/38228042yi7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third part of Twilight. Funny how Bella has less colour that Edward. O_O I thought Edward was supposed to be the white coloured one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img240.imageshack.us/img240/2355/94327787ax4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img105.imageshack.us/img105/7828/25363492lx0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, blocking Bella from Tyler's (is that his name, I forgot. Cue to read Twilight for the third time) truck. Heh. I remember his "long white arm". Oh yes, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img163.imageshack.us/img163/2258/78824664il6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err, Edward's taking Bella away from Mike. Yay!! Poor Mike's all angry but I seriously don't care about him, tehe. Go Edward!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img240.imageshack.us/img240/4130/19624703yj5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, Bella's going into the Cullen's house. Note that I didn't bother putting down the others' names. Not so important, really. See how Jasper's all the way hiding at the back? He's so great. And Edward, of course. Not much to say about him seeing that he's all perfect. Heh, I like his dress sense... other than the fact that he wears turtlenecks. O_O&lt;br /&gt;(He has eyelashes!! *shockhorror!* Gosh that's darn cute)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayyyy, I won't drown you further. Bye!!!!1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-1787933338567706812?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/1787933338567706812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=1787933338567706812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/1787933338567706812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/1787933338567706812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/02/hello-twilight-fans_13.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-482749677638325778</id><published>2007-02-13T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T18:52:12.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hehehe, guess what I found online!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img213.imageshack.us/img213/5021/twilightcharskf9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I identified almost all of them. Hey, I can't read Japanese okay!! Not sure if that's Mike or not. But heck I don't want Mike.&lt;br /&gt;[Edit]&lt;br /&gt;Wait, that's not Mike. That's Jacob. Mike is blond, I forgot. And later on Jacob cut away his locks. Sobsob, I don't care about you, too, Jake.&lt;br /&gt;[/Edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wowwww, Edwardddd. And Jasper. Why does Jasper have long hair? Hmm, I think he does have long hair. The Aro dude looks a bit too Star Wars-ish to me. What's with the hood, man?&lt;br /&gt;And of course, Edward looks teh best. Because he&lt;em&gt; is&lt;/em&gt; the best. Tehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-482749677638325778?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/482749677638325778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=482749677638325778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/482749677638325778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/482749677638325778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/02/hehehe-guess-what-i-found-online-wowwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-1412969878123214963</id><published>2007-02-13T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T16:32:16.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ugh, arrogant people who blow their own horn, trumpet, tea pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Cross-Country today. Eh, basically, we walked for the whole thing. Why waste my life and precious energy running it?&lt;br /&gt;Yay for Artrillian! She came in 8th place!! Like, wowwww, that is just amazingggg. The record was like, thirteen minutes plus which is quite impossible for me. I take more than thirteen minutes to run my 2.4. Hehe. Yayayayyay Artrillian! Show &lt;em&gt;them&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway, we went to Vivo City after that for fun. The bus ride was like, forty-five minutes. Went around in our house tees and P.E. shorts and walked around. They wanted to go to that... build-a-bear shop where you can customize your teddies. It's quite cool, really. But I'm not into teddies, so it didn't really excite me. It was just really cool.&lt;br /&gt;I saw a pair of shoes that I liked. I must save up some cash for it. And of course, save up cash for those CDs I want, The Sims 2: Seasons (which I will try to wheedle out from my mom) and what-not.&lt;br /&gt;I ate one green tea ice-cream and shared Ben and Jerry's ice cream with the others. Me likes ice-cream, yesssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go to school tomorrow. :'( There's Music and CME all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some idiot is repeatedly knocking the door at my house. Gah, we don't have a doorbell for nothing, you know. You just have to press that button and you don't have to waste your life knocking the door for like a minute or two. Oh, he/she just pressed the doorbell. Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father just called to ask if....&lt;br /&gt;It was raining here at our place.&lt;br /&gt;I said no, it has stopped raining. It wasn't very heavy in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went on talking about how weird the weather is and how heavy the rain is at his office etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, he's too free lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-1412969878123214963?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/1412969878123214963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=1412969878123214963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/1412969878123214963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/1412969878123214963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/02/ugh-arrogant-people-who-blow-their-own.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-3669887770742643325</id><published>2007-02-12T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T18:04:14.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm bah. I'm dead tired and I feel extremely slackish.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to run the Cross Country.&lt;br /&gt;Bah. Not like I'll actually be running/jogging it anyway, probably walking about 7/8 of it. Tehe. Who wouldn't?&lt;br /&gt;Although we are supposed to reach at like, 7.45am, I'll have to wake up at 6am. Grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;Bloody event has to be all the way at Bedok, which is like the other end of Singapore for me. :( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;Boohoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-3669887770742643325?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/3669887770742643325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=3669887770742643325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/3669887770742643325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/3669887770742643325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/02/hmm-bah.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-1800627794661727953</id><published>2007-02-12T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T20:04:50.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mm, okay, I will rush through what happened yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Bugis to get a new pair of jeans because I only have one pair. After searching for what seemed like an eon, I finally found something I like. It didn't have those ugly tags on the back, or a red Levi's-like tag on the right pocket or some ugly cheap button on the front. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way there, we heard this nice song and didn't know who sang it so I did a search on LetsSingIt and found out that it's by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus.&lt;br /&gt;I want their albummmmm (Don't You Fake It). I want so many albums but I can never find them. Example: Jack's Mannequin's &lt;em&gt;Everything In Transit&lt;/em&gt;. Bahhhh. Looking for The Fray's &lt;em&gt;How To Save A Life&lt;/em&gt; but that's not so important right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have Math tuition later. :( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;But on a brighter side, I passed my Math test! With flying colours!!... flying colours to me, that is. 15/20. Whooooo. I don't need a 17 like HuiChee. I am jealous of her results. Boo! Jealous in a good way, of course. *shifty eyed-ness*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayokayokay, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-1800627794661727953?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/1800627794661727953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=1800627794661727953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/1800627794661727953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/1800627794661727953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/02/mm-okay-i-will-rush-through-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-7310267787067506827</id><published>2007-02-08T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T20:03:53.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My primary school friends are all so godly it freaks me out.&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wonder if they are all that holy at all but that's just cynicalism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing inspirational to write today. Haha, not like anything inspires me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how I'm so much busier on weekends than on weekdays.&lt;br /&gt;Funny how people can be like "\/4/\/\P1R3$ $UXXXX" on their Friendsters but have Anne Rice as their favourite author. O.O It's just an example though. I've seen more contradicting ones before.&lt;br /&gt;Funny how some people can run for miles non-stop. But that's just my personal defect so okay.&lt;br /&gt;Funny how I can't gargle mouthwash because of an ulcer.&lt;br /&gt;Funny how I've got nothing much to say anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-7310267787067506827?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/7310267787067506827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=7310267787067506827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/7310267787067506827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/7310267787067506827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-primary-school-friends-are-all-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-995956079502278242</id><published>2007-02-07T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T21:56:29.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;0H/\/\YG0$HHHH, B10993R U SUXXXXXX.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahha, Kamalia doesn't want to switch to teh new Blogger.&lt;br /&gt;Why did they even have to change anyway? It's like, you have to make a Gmail account specially for it. Bah. I don't even use Gmail. And to sign in I have to type out my whole bloody email address. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;I hate Blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there was Math test today. Mmmhmmhmm, okay, I wasn't sure how to do a few questions. I better get at least a 15 or my mom will chase me round with a chopper.&lt;br /&gt;Not. I don't think she'll do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took pictures for CS project today. A few here and there. Peiting had to wear the tudung. At least she's not in every flipping picture. Huh, I had to...&lt;br /&gt;1. Kick mid-air&lt;br /&gt;2. Laugh at Peiting who was "Malay" and I was a bloody racist. Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;3. Laugh more at Peiting because I'm an incorrigible fool called Yanting.&lt;br /&gt;4. Smile like an idiot because apparently I scored A+ for some essay thingy. Hahah, it was full of nonsense. As in, when we took the picture, we had to have something on the paper right? So we had to write random words all over the paper. Can you think what were some of the words I wrote?&lt;br /&gt;5. Frown at Peiting and act like a total prick because I didn't want to be in the same group as Peiting. How Primary Two is that?&lt;br /&gt;6. Wear the school windbreaker in the blistering sun. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And more ridiculous things just for some stupid project.&lt;br /&gt;Artrillian and I had a tea party at the cosy corner with... the stuff toys that are Kamalia's. They are so cute. They drink &lt;em&gt;tea&lt;/em&gt; which is actually &lt;em&gt;pee&lt;/em&gt; for Snakey. "Such a rich yellow colour!" And it's not Yeo's Ice Lemon Tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got an ulcer. Owowowowowowooww-835233623.ow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit I have Math tuition on Sunday. Nooooooo. I hate tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh noooo. I think soon I will be as fat as my sister. Nooooo.&lt;br /&gt;I'm being such a pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain. Pain. Hahahhahahaha. Just thought of a pixellated character. Ahum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-995956079502278242?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/995956079502278242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=995956079502278242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/995956079502278242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/995956079502278242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/02/0hyg0hhhh-b10993r-u-suxxxxxx.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896631.post-2787482199005901094</id><published>2007-02-06T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T19:16:30.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is my 450th post. I must post something interesting. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayyy, you know how people have those "I T4GG3D UUUU. 4N$W3R TH353 62063 QU35T10N555!!" things? I'm going to create one because I'm cool that way.&lt;br /&gt;14w1zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;number&gt;Reasons why I don't think I'm cool&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Why, isn't that just so k3w1?)&lt;br /&gt;(Or if you don't like to tell the whole world how un-cool you think you are, you can be egoistic and change it to "Reasons why I think I'm absolutely and shamelessly cool")&lt;br /&gt;1. Surf brands do not appeal to me.&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't listen to unknown bands, and apparently, listening to unknown bands is &lt;em&gt;uber&lt;/em&gt; cool.&lt;br /&gt;3. I don't use the word uber. Oh, I just did? Tragic.&lt;br /&gt;4. I can actually do Chinese and don't get all ditzy when I'm faced with a thousand of those annoying characters. Chinese ain't cool, right?&lt;br /&gt;5. I use "ain't" and "yo". Hahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;6. I read comics. According to those Young Adult books you find in the library and Wikipedia, comics/graphic novels are geekish. Boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;7.I am obsessed with a computer game.&lt;br /&gt;8. I don't like Panic! At The Disco, Fall Out Boy, The Click Five and the like.&lt;br /&gt;9. I am only obsessed over fictional characters. Eg. &lt;strong&gt;EDWARD CULLEN&lt;/strong&gt;, Jasper Cullen. And oh my gosh, pixellated, inanimate objects that move around on my screen. Eg. Domi Pain and (previously) Seth. Haha. And not forgetting BellZ but at least he's a real person, eh?&lt;br /&gt;10. I have a blog. And I blog about Sims very frequently. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;11. My blogskin has a pixellated character.&lt;br /&gt;12. The bag I bring to school is Abercrombie.&lt;br /&gt;13. I am not atheletically (sp? I can't spell.) inclined.&lt;br /&gt;14. I can't spell.&lt;br /&gt;15. I love the library. Shut up.&lt;br /&gt;16. I wish I could play the violin.&lt;br /&gt;17. I managed to come up with 17 reasons why I'm not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's sixteen, minus that lousy reason right at teh bottom Man, I'm so un-cool. But I'm cool to say I'm un-cool and then again, that ain't cool at all.&lt;br /&gt;Blah, not making any sense.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone doing this un-cool thing? (It reminds me of Confessions by Usher. *shivers*)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896631-2787482199005901094?l=somethingorother-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/feeds/2787482199005901094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18896631&amp;postID=2787482199005901094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/2787482199005901094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896631/posts/default/2787482199005901094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingorother-.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-is-my-450th-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerlene ^__^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
