<?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-6262622626684448846</id><updated>2011-07-08T19:48:33.212+08:00</updated><category term='little bit lost'/><category term='all time low'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='doctor who'/><title type='text'>definite maybe</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>348</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-776087510218849195</id><published>2009-11-24T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T20:24:22.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tumblr!</title><content type='html'>I am rather pissed at Tumblr right now. I love it way more right now, as compared to Blogger, but I want to cross-post Blogger and Tumblr so I can choose which one to update. But it's pissing me off because it won't let me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I shall just, leave Blogger for a while? I hope ya'll will follow me on Tumblr too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://cheskaverse.tumblr.com !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here I am, at home, in the Philippines, and I am loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping, Family, Fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to get into a habit of jogging atleast 3 times a week, and next Monday I'm gonna be doing a run with my cousins. Yay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also trying to sleep earlier, and get up earlier. Grow taller you see? I really want to grow taller. seriously. I can't stand being my height for the rest of my life. I doubt I've grown at all this year. Everyone who hasn't seen me in a while always comments on my hair, or my face, or my clothes, but never "oh! you've grown so much!", unlike everyone else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sucks you know? Being this height... Pray for me please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm gonna try to get ready for bed, after I fix up the Tumblr thing.&lt;br /&gt;And if you never see updates here in a while, do be sure to check out my &lt;a href="http://cheskaverse.tumblr.com/"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-776087510218849195?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/776087510218849195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/776087510218849195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/11/tumblr.html' title='Tumblr!'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-5377375108702223788</id><published>2009-11-10T18:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T18:10:35.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>facebook crosspost.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;div style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;EDIT// Originally posted on my Facebook, yesterday. Since my previous post is kind of not what i'm feeling now, I decided to put this up here, so you'll know what i've been up to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Also, today is Tuesday and according to the list, I was supposed to clean out old books and worksheets. I'm glad to say I have accomplished that :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Now because the Internet does not reach as far as where I am sitting, I am typing this out on the Text Editor of my mom's Macbook. Wow, that sentence sounded like I was doing product placement -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am officially boring myself out at home. So bored, so bored in fact that I ended up hitting the gym just now. It's just that there doesn't seem to be anything for me to do! Sure, there's holiday homework, but who really wants to do that right? On the subject of holiday homework though, I would like to say that I have completed the English homework, which was the 1100 Words book. Pretty much the only thing I've done though. The math assignment is tough! I tried doing it, and I was doing pretty well until the second question came up and I was stumped. Answers anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in lieu of my inability to do anything, I have decided to set up a daily to-do list, to keep myself occupied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Tuesday - CLEAR ROOM. Put old books into a box. Recycle old worksheets. (I can do that, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - SC Chalet. (should I go? I mean, I already paid...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - SC Chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Friday - Re-organize closet. Put clothes-that-don't-fit-any&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break" style="display: block; float: left; margin-left: -10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;more into a box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - Chinese tuition in the morning. Do something to my wall in the afternoon.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, Sunday is a rest day, so nothing on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room wall is looking a little bland lately. What should I put on it? I've put some pictures, but there's too little of them! I can't think of other things to put on them. If you want to see what my ideal wall looks like, go to Youtube and search for charlieissocoollike. Look at his wall, isn't it brilliant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so jealous of Keith right now. Here I am wasting away at home, unable to go out because I'm still H1N1-contagious... And he's off in Sydney doing God-knows-what. Not fair is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why couldn't the school just put the streaming results up earlier? Do they really need two weeks to process everything? I mean come on, it's a bloody computer that's doing the sorting, not an ancient Sorting Hat! Ugh. Just get it out already so I can hop on my plane and be off to the Philippines!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and speaking of Philippines, I get to watch New Moon earlier than all you people in Singapore again. It comes out there on the 21st of November, last I heard. It only comes out here on the 3rd of December, so IN YA FACE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_none" style="clear: both; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img" style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=300401&amp;amp;op=1&amp;amp;view=all&amp;amp;subj=174092337565&amp;amp;aid=-1&amp;amp;auser=0&amp;amp;oid=174092337565&amp;amp;id=1275874437" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2369/54/28/1275874437/n1275874437_300401_5614.jpg" alt="" class="" onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-5377375108702223788?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/5377375108702223788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/5377375108702223788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/11/facebook-crosspost.html' title='facebook crosspost.'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-1152235571805252112</id><published>2009-11-06T21:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T22:16:30.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too bored. too pissed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;I'd just like to let you know, that because I am not wearing my glasses, my screen is actually magnified to about 5 times its original size. Isn't that cool? And everything is still rather blurry. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;day four&lt;/span&gt; of being cooped up at home. It's rather tragic. All I can do at home is sit, stare, sit. Okay not really. I can watch TV, and use the computer, and make music, but that's not ALOT. Granted I might be just as inactive as I am now even without the sickness, but having the sickness makes me feel all the more pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so sick of using the computer that I ended up lying on my bed, attempting to take a nap. After about 1 hour of lying there, I eventually got up and decided to strum randomly on my guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE THAT?! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I WAS TOO BORED TO FALL ASLEEP. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how in the world is that possible?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm going to miss the last Cat class of the year. Would the catechists postpone it just for me please? (Yeah... In your dreams -.- ) Oh well, I hope Vicky takes loads of pictures, as she always does, and I'll just live vicariously through them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that the main reason I am blogging, is cause &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm just so bored &lt;/span&gt;I can't do anything else. Plus, typing out a blog post is like talking to yourself, only you get to publish your conversation to the world and let others see what wacky things you can talk about. With yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I just make myself sound &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;doubly&lt;/span&gt; pathetic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I swear, I am going to hit the gym everyday when I get better. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I'm fat.&lt;/span&gt; And I need to get rid of it! And, I have to build up my stamina... Not that it matters anymore though, Coach already chose the team...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!@#$@#$^%&amp;amp;(*%&amp;amp;$#~!@#$(*)(*#$@!~@#%$(*)*@#!~!@#$&amp;amp;^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH. I can't stand this already. One of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; bad downsides of staying at home for prolonged periods of time is being in too close proximity with my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now,  my mom's still &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;cool&lt;/span&gt;, because she's sick as well, so she's got no energy to do much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my DAD. Gosh, it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alllllllllllllways&lt;/span&gt; my dad.&lt;br /&gt;He's downloading something for the computer, and when it's downloading, you're not supposed to shut it off. But hey presto, there was a short circuit a while ago, and OBVIOUSLY, the power supply would be cut off. And obviously, cause and effect, the computer would shut off too. HENCE, the downloading would cease, and no download for the computer. Aw. Well, because I'm using the computer now, and I wanted to get my dad to download something for me, I clicked on that thing he was downloading for the computer and I wanted to show him and he immediately went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"DON'T EVER SHUT THAT DOWN. YOU ALWAYS SHUT IT DOWN." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a tone that was obviously blaming me for the delay in download and making me sound like an &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;absolute retard.&lt;/span&gt; EVERYTIME something happens to the download or to computers, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's. always. my. fault. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bloody hell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Couldn't even pause to think that maybe the short circuit had shut the computer down?&lt;/span&gt; And since he already started up the computer, he already had all the time in the world to process that it was the short circuit's fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:78%;" &gt;In a fit of rage, people can do silly things. But I still blame you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-1152235571805252112?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/1152235571805252112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/1152235571805252112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/11/too-bored-too-pissed.html' title='too bored. too pissed.'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-2366399470830543093</id><published>2009-11-05T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T21:05:43.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H1N1 Positive.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Person wearing mask" src="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/39048000/jpg/_39048651_bugcredit.jpg" border="0" vspace="0" width="203" height="152" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yep, I got it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I got the H1N1 flu bug. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I'm stuck at home, unable to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which sucks, because this darned disease made me miss one very important thing.&lt;br /&gt;The class chalet!&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how it went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm feeling all better now. Just having a slight irritation in my throat, but other than that, I'm feeling good. The fever's passed, though &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not sure if it's because of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Panadol&lt;/span&gt; I'm taking. And the resulting body aches are gone too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still a confirmed H1N1 case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;whoopdedoo&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall tell you how they tested for the virus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;First, Ms Doctor puts on a pair of goggles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Then, she takes out a sample tube thingy. It's filled with blood-colored liquid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Next, she opens up a sterile container and takes out one really long cotton bud thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Afterwards, she takes that long cotton bud thing and STICKS IT UP YOUR NOSE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;She pokes and digs around for a bit, causing your eyes to involuntarily close and tear up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Finally, she is done extracting your snot and you're good to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Snot sample is then sent to the hospital for testing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;voila! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to emphasise the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;length &lt;/span&gt;of the cotton bud, because it is really long. And it goes right up your nose, touching places you never knew you had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How interesting this sounds, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, because of my virus and potential contagious-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt;, I will miss out on so many wonderful things this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1. The movie-date with Trice, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Gitta&lt;/span&gt; and possibly Ariel. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The school's open house. That would've been fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The last lesson of Catechism. This one's only a possible miss, all depends on if I'm still contagious or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. (already missed) The class chalet and BBQ. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How tragic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Everytime&lt;/span&gt; I have so much lined up for me,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; BANG&lt;/span&gt;, and I get sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is, even if it is H1N1 this time, I still got the same old medication that I always get with every other sickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just goes to show how sneaky H1N1 is. So my advice to all ya sick-feeling people out there. Google the symptoms for H1N1 the moment you're sick, specially when it's worse than you've ever been. If your symptoms match, go see a doctor. Might save you a lot of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; you get to enjoy the thrill of having a long cotton bud stuck up your nose&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-2366399470830543093?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/2366399470830543093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/2366399470830543093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/11/h1n1-positive.html' title='H1N1 Positive.'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-4823867352453793507</id><published>2009-11-02T21:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T22:22:39.554+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little bit lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor who'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all time low'/><title type='text'>ALLTIMELOW.DW.little bit lost.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/Su7lopD58iI/AAAAAAAAAnE/S6ad7cEwwGI/s1600-h/DSC09856b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/Su7lopD58iI/AAAAAAAAAnE/S6ad7cEwwGI/s320/DSC09856b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399505489643565602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling just a &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;teeny-weeny &lt;/span&gt;bit lost and confused at the moment. I don't know. I'm being weird I guess. I don't know what I'm doing. A little &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;melodrama&lt;/span&gt;? Maybe it's the anxiousness of the situation I'm in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, waiting for my streaming results, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;absolutely helpless&lt;/span&gt; as to what would happen. I'm hoping and praying I'll get into the stream I want (obviously the first choice).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At this point I'd like to point out that I can't actually see the blinking thing that shows you where you're typing. That little "I" thing. D: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, not just streaming, but what about next year? Am I being weird, or crazy, but I feel like my heart's not that into netball anymore. I mean, I don't mind trainings and such, but it's not as interesting and as fun as before. Am I crazy? I hope not. But I am actually deliberating if I should join a second CCA next year, or actually &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quit netball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, at this point,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; I'm bordering on "insane". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/Su7loHLLPVI/AAAAAAAAAm8/QICypiRfltI/s1600-h/8435_1206091307721_1091793154_649472_2212001_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/Su7loHLLPVI/AAAAAAAAAm8/QICypiRfltI/s320/8435_1206091307721_1091793154_649472_2212001_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399505480547253586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, I came back from my voice lesson today. Mom says there's a general improvement in technique.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; I can sing, but now I sing better&lt;/span&gt; (: Yes that made sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm moving towards the art-sy side right now. As I always do during the holidays. Music takes over ever second I'm awake. Poetry slowly seeps back into my brain, and I actually form rhyming couplets now. In fact, I'd much rather spend my time playing the guitar than watching TV, on some days of course (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'd really love to take up some dance classes. Not so much hip-hop anymore. I'd kind of rather do Jazz, but hip-hop would be fun too (: Drama classes would be fun too, and of course, voice lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Doctor Who&lt;/span&gt;. Ah Doctor Who. I haven't watched it at all this weekend. That's rather depressing. Can't go a week without the Doctor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I was at Gitta's house for Halloween on Saturday, as always. Dressed up as some weird white-faced black-eyed woman. The trick-or-treaters said I looked like a character from Japanese horror shows. Actually, I don't look THAT scary on first sight. But of course, with a couple of seconds of staring, and awkward movements on my part, you'd get creeped out. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In conclusion, our Halloween act every year relies on the scarers' acting skills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/Su7loF9aFmI/AAAAAAAAAm0/AvVh6Znbv-0/s1600-h/DSC_0059b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 348px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/Su7loF9aFmI/AAAAAAAAAm0/AvVh6Znbv-0/s320/DSC_0059b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399505480221070946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonderful shot eh, this one? My mom took it outside the Asian Civilisation Museum, as we were walking away from the opening of the "Land of the Morning" exhibit. If you haven't gone to that exhibit, you should. It's a great way to see the Philippine culture and its people and history. What's funny though is that some of the pieces were borrowed from the Ayala Museum in Makati, which I had gone to. And here they are, and I saw them again. But then again, this exhibit was partly sponsored by the Ayala group, so I shouldn't be surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with All Time Low. I swear, could there be a better band than them? They're awesome. Music's amazing, lyrics are amazing, and the icing on the cake? They're a bunch of really awesome, cool, funny guys that just love having a good time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I promise I will grow taller this holiday&lt;/span&gt;. sleeping way earlier than I usually do, I should do that. Grow grow grow. Before the summer, Marion and I were about the same height, sort of. She was less than half a head taller than me. When she came back, she's definitely a whole head taller than me. That's not fair.&lt;br /&gt;Then again, her parents are extremely tall. But I will still try to grow. It sucks being short ya know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the subject of being short.... &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;My patience has really been worn out during the course of the year.&lt;/span&gt; I didn't mind the comments at all throughout the first semester. But come last term, I was shooting daggers out of my eyes at anyone who slams my height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those people who like to pick at my height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;It's not that funny you know. Making all those tall-short jokes. Yes I know me standing between two tall people makes a valley. Yes I know the air I breathe isn't as "fresh" as all you people "up there". Yes I know I can't reach higher up areas, that's why I ask you for help duh. Yes I know many things you like to tease me about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;I'm sick and tired of all these damned jokes. Honestly, if you take pride and joy in picking at other people's (let's say...) disabilities, then you're a sick person. Sick. Grow up will you? Really, being short wasn't so bad until everyone started poking fun at it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;You could do it once in a while, I wouldn't mind. Might even be a cheery laugh. But over and over again? Especially when you use it as a conversation starter? That makes you lame, and makes you seem unable to carry a proper, intelligent conversation. I keep asking myself, WHY AM I FRIENDS WITH YOU? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the "I" thing's back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to you people who make fun of my height... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Get a life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all my bad attitudes towards things that irk me, I'm really glad that the holidays are here, and I can take a long break from the people I see everyday. Everyone needs time apart right? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;This'll give me a chance to refresh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight people. Have a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"I fell asleep and dreamt of you. I woke up and wished it were true." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-4823867352453793507?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/4823867352453793507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/4823867352453793507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/11/alltimelowdwlittle-bit-lost.html' title='ALLTIMELOW.DW.little bit lost.'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/Su7lopD58iI/AAAAAAAAAnE/S6ad7cEwwGI/s72-c/DSC09856b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-5758866175768690571</id><published>2009-10-30T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T20:52:39.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life sucks, but resolutions must be made.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, i'm &lt;b&gt;depressed&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My results weren't TOO bad, I'm still in the top 150 in level, but &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I dropped 100 positions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and that makes me sad more than anything. I also dropped out of the top 10 in class, which sucks a hell of a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm one of the 5 people in the level who got A2 for English though. Fat lot of good that would do for streaming since all streams only need a "pass" for English. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. D says &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm too complacent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, hence the terrible results. Ms Chia says that if I could set clear goals and work to be BETTER than I already am, then I would be really really good. But because i'm too content with where I am, I suck. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;(I'm curious as to why neither of my teachers could have told me this if they'd already observed it for a long time. thanks a lot for being such a great help teachers -.- ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's the reality of it.. Because of my lack of interest in somethings, I lose out, and hence, suck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Too bad for me, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Atleast I didn't have to face my results alone. I was with the other councillors doing duty with me, so I didn't have the urge to cry or be sour the entire day. Thanks you guys (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, it didn't help that the new batch of councillors for both Sec 1 and 2 had met the minimum requirement of being in the top 30% of the cohort to get into the board. So, other than Ivy and Zhen An, we were surrounded with the "elite" and the smart-ass geniuses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tough and demoralising ya know&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, for the calm before today's storm, I shall talk about yesterday. After the briefing for Open House duty, Kaline, Bryan and I went to KFC to eat a really late lunch. We were kind of bored, so we played  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;"don't-say-words-with-S-or-F-for-half-an-hour"&lt;/span&gt;. It was tough, and of course, me being the blur one, lost. I made one mistake every two minutes! bliddy hell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was fun though, and we couldn't stop laughing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as per usual, they both ended up on the bus to my house for the loop. Such great friends you guys are, nice enough to accompany me most of the way home (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These few days have been tough.. I know it's after exams, but it just seems so much more complicated and tiring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only thing that's keeping me afloat after my disastrous comments and results is what Li Han said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"It's better to be the worst of the best, than to be the best of the worst." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Wise words from a wise man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, who loses his shoes often :p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Next year, I promise. No more complacency, no more "camping". I'm going to work out a study plan, a good one, that keeps me going. I won't become a burnout, not like what happened this year. I won't fall below anyone's expectations. I'll pick up the pieces and get back into the top 100 atleast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because my first three choices were all double science, I'm kind of worried. Won't people think that I'm not smart enough to get into triple science? It's not that i'm interested in triple, i'm more of a humanities person, but you know, being in double isn't exactly the BEST. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm afraid everyone will look down on me, specially since most people I know were aiming for triple... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i'm just not a science person! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;life sucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-5758866175768690571?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/5758866175768690571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/5758866175768690571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-sucks-but-resolutions-must-be-made.html' title='life sucks, but resolutions must be made.'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-3263619696227378295</id><published>2009-10-28T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T22:45:10.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>worried, stressed, desperate, confused.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Stressed, worried and desperate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 241px; height: 160px;" alt="http://www.azteenmagazine.com/img/id206-stressed-out.jpg" src="http://www.azteenmagazine.com/img/id206-stressed-out.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, it's not for exams. Those were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;looooong&lt;/span&gt; over. This, this is what matters. Our (goddamned) streaming choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm really curious&lt;/span&gt; as to why the government has to make us make such a huge decision so early in our life. At this stage, we know that the subjects we choose would affect our future. Not so much which career you would take, because not taking Physics now doesn't mean you can't be an engineer in future (though it would help). Not taking Literature doesn't mean you won't become a writer in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It affects &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our future&lt;/span&gt;, as to our credentials, our foundation. Say you made a huge mistake and picked the wrong combination for yourself. You fail, you do absolutely terribly, and so you don't go to a good JC, and end up not going to a good college. Some may be knocked down by this, and end up leading boring lives. But a special few would somehow pick themselves back up and shine, climbing up the career ladder at the speed of light. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;That's up to you of course&lt;/span&gt;, but for some, it'd just be much easier (and much more impressive) to be in top schools all through their education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early decisions stress us out. We think too much, and we can't handle such big decisions. Not just because of our young age, but because &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;we are teenagers&lt;/span&gt;! The age of which we are known to be &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;rash, indecisive, unsure of what to do with our lives&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now the argument would be, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but you have parents that can guide you&lt;/span&gt; and lead you in making your choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; argument is that my parents are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;foreign&lt;/span&gt; and did&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; NOT&lt;/span&gt; study in Singapore with the British GCSE system, so they wouldn't know the procedure, and hence have almost absolutely no idea what to do as well. &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;(In my case of course, the folks are trying their best to understand what the hell is going on. Appreciate the effort, but it's really annoying when you have to explain everything...) &lt;/span&gt;They might not even know how to calculate the bloody O level score!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;So it sucks&lt;/span&gt;, sucks to have to choose at our age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mention it also sucks to be the first-born of a family with parents who did not have the Singapore school system? Yeah it sucks big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because as mentioned, my parents have no idea what's going on. And secondly, being first-born, I don't know what the syllabus looks like, and what problems were faced and all that. Sure, I could have asked my seniors, but they aren't related to me, so they'd more likely be on a different brainwave frequency. Having an older sibling would have allowed me to see what went on in class, what changed between Sec 2, and Sec 3. Such an advantage that would have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Would have been, and will never be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're back to square one, I have a first choice in mind already. But what if I don't get into it? I don't have a back up plan. I have other combinations I'd like to consider, but I don't know which way to order them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm worried, stressed and very confused. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Carol/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-3263619696227378295?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/3263619696227378295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/3263619696227378295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/10/worried-stressed-desperate-confused.html' title='worried, stressed, desperate, confused.'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-8949365311861417791</id><published>2009-10-25T21:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T21:30:33.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you'll never get me,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Carol/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Carol/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: url(http://sh.deviantart.net/shadow/alpha-000000/2.6667-0.35/300/449/logo3.png);" class="shadow" id="zoomed-out"&gt;&lt;a href="http://raeuve.deviantart.com/art/Remember-the-Masquerade-114125129" onclick="return DWait.readyLink('jms/pages/art/deviation.js', this, 'Deviation.zoomIn()')"&gt;&lt;img id="zoomed-in-image" ondragstart="if (navigator.cpuClass)return false" collect_fullview="114125129" src="http://th05.deviantart.net/fs45/300W/i/2009/056/3/d/Remember_the_Masquerade_by_raeuve.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="449" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you'll never get me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no matter how hard you try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you try, you fail, so you make it up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you fake it, you lie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you prance about, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;making yourself seem almighty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but you'll never get me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you'll never see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing saddens me more, than when someone you know, doesn't know you at all.&lt;br /&gt;it's not fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, today was a really boring day.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know why i'm making this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to tell you people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;mily&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-8949365311861417791?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/8949365311861417791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/8949365311861417791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/10/youll-never-get-me.html' title='you&apos;ll never get me,'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-21687153241565052</id><published>2009-10-22T17:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T17:48:14.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>really? no? okay.</title><content type='html'>Right, it's time for me to make a comeback from the dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you want some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doctor Who&lt;/span&gt;-ness, I shall say, I am &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;regenerating&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;But most of you won't know who DW is anyway, so moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't updated in a while, and i'm sorry. Things have just been really busy, ya know? Exams and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all over now though, going through our papers this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten back &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English, Chinese, Literature, Physics and Geography. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta say, those were ultimate &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;heartbreakers &lt;/span&gt;(I mean the last three, the first two were fine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so stressed and was having a massive headache by Geography that I finally cracked, and I was pretty much a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;leaky fountain&lt;/span&gt;, from my eyes and my nose. And I honestly felt that I couldn't breathe. What a tornado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall rewind to happier times, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;when the sun was gold and the skies were like diamonds&lt;/span&gt; (another DW trivia there!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(alright, i have GOT to stop doing all those little DW things.. Just can't help it though, DW sticks to your head. like a drumbeat, never stopping... alright there I go again and back to the point!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LAST FRIDAY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if any of you actually read the newspapers, you would know that last friday, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Carrie Underwood &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;had a free showcase at Ion Orchard. I've got a video up on Facebook of one of the songs she sang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(COWBOY CASANOVA!)&lt;/span&gt;, and there's more on Youtube of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went there an hour early with Eunice and Gitta. It was pretty darn awesome, though our feet was aching by the end. We were so thirsty too! Made a mad rush to Burger King after the concert. It was good though. And Eunice couldn't get over the fact that Carrie was unbelievably pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened over the weekend, though Tito Dino bought &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOTHING PERSONAL and MITCHEL MUSSO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (the album,&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; not the person&lt;/span&gt; duh) for me from the states. I screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more exciting than having Mitchel Musso and All Time Low staring you right in your face eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey, Bela, and Tito Adjo sent over a parcel, and what was inside??? A&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; V-TECH JACKET&lt;/span&gt;! yay (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to.... Monday? Tuesday? I don't actually remember doing anything else over the weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we move on to the most recent event, which is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;WEDNESDAY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the official opening of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Land of the Mornings"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; exhibit in the Asian Civilisation Museum. You all should really go check it out, see what the Filipino culture is all about. It was pretty good. Ended up taking loads of pictures outside with Mom and Tita Gina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I got offered a glass of wine&lt;/span&gt;... does that mean I look old??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;(and a cute boy smiled and nodded at me..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND....... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BACK TO &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HEARTBREAK&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt; day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first day I've ever cried looking at my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd all probably say, oh it isn't too bad. And some might even say &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"HELL THAT WAS BETTER THAN MINE WHAT ARE YOU CRYING FOR?!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it matters to me that I didn't do as well as expected. And it matters to me that I think these results would totally kill my average! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I didn't get a single A all day&lt;/span&gt;, and that's saying something, considering I had 3 of my best subjects today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;life sucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, I could say English was the only good thing today. 31/50. Not that high? Well guess what, it's higher than a majority of the cohort, so that's pretty darn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's only the comprehension though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;holy crap what if my composition was terrible?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. And now, i'm back to having &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;WEIGHTLESS - ALL TIME LOW&lt;/span&gt; as my sub-concious soundtrack-of-my-life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this update was good enough for you. At this point i'm actually considering not adding my usual blast of colors and size variation, but I think I will... In a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mention I managed to be one of the first few people to hear the Chartjackers song, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I've Got Nothing&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, they are &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know who they are&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, then you're a loser.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(or if you want to be a winner, go check them out on youtube.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're awesome for a huge number of things, and for introducing me to DW :D (yep there I go again...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and when I went to Paragon yesterday, I stopped by Marks&amp;amp;Spencers and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I saw the most awesome pair of boots. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I get them? I would love some boots, but hardly anyone wears boots here, much less back home in the Philippines. so wouldn't that make the boots pretty worthless to buy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opinions please (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, when I'm done making a couple of All Time Low shirts, and a couple of Chartjackers shirts, I'd probably get back to re-personalizing this darned blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. HALLOWEEN IS AROUND THE CORNER, AND I'M SO EXCITED! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-21687153241565052?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/21687153241565052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/21687153241565052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/10/really-no-okay.html' title='really? no? okay.'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-7210946587150735026</id><published>2009-09-23T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T22:39:53.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exams, stress, hormones. me, part of that?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With all due respect. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;why is that such a cool thing to start anything of with? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"With all due respect sir, but i think you're wrong. you see, the moon is&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; yellow&lt;/span&gt;, however you have color-blindness, and hence you have difficulty seeing its colors."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"With all due respect (name), I think you're making the wrong decision. &lt;strong&gt;it's a left, not a right&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;simple conversations you can have with yourself then. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 338px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.karinhallwillis.com/Exams1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY, exams are literally right around the corner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;one more weekend&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(hey that's your corner!)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and BAM!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's gonna hit you like a&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;big yellow school bus&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ouch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait for it to be done and over with though. It's like, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"HELL YEAH WE'RE FREE FOR THE REST OF THE YEAR."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;of course, that's not exactly true, seeing as we'd have &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;holiday homework&lt;/span&gt; and that crap. D: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;School saddens me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"School? Why do you have to be so damn sadistic?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS BLOG SADDENS ME CAUSE IT'S &lt;strong&gt;DYING&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Like, honestly, who the hell comes to this blog anymore ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PEOPLE IF YOU DO, &lt;strong&gt;YOU BETTER TAG ATLEAST JUST THIS ONCE&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(or twice or thrice or quadruple times if you will.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Exams&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Stress&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;do hormones balance out the equation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know these exams are important, they decide what kind of stupid things we have to do next year! But, i don't have the will to study. Why? WHY?! &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This is the wrong time for stubbornness and cockiness to sink in&lt;/span&gt; Ches. Yeah I already know that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've gotta work hard.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may not want a top stream, but I want to be able to make that choice. I&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt; don't want some silly computer deciding for me.&lt;/span&gt; It's for me and me alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's Chinese Oral tomorrow. You'd prolly know that i am the most un-chinese-speaking-person in a Chinese school. &lt;strong&gt;pathetic&lt;/strong&gt;, i know, but sadly that's my reality. I know the answers to questions, but only in English. My translator, &lt;u&gt;I just hope it doesn't break down tomorrow&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I'm dying slowly. But this isn't the time to give in to it.&lt;br /&gt;Perseverance, mental strength. That's all I need.&lt;br /&gt;It's not rocket science, not yet.&lt;br /&gt;it's just a simple mindset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm just hoping i won't screw anything up, or get distracted by all the crap that i'm always thinking about.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(why can't i just be a part of that? why? why must there be such a big difference between you and me?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-7210946587150735026?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/7210946587150735026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/7210946587150735026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/09/exams-stress-hormones-me-part-of-that.html' title='exams, stress, hormones. me, part of that?'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-4201043985082588498</id><published>2009-09-06T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T22:37:00.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>disney. doctor who. hmm?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Currently listening : Send It On - Friends for Change. (Radio Disney)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT. i should stop watching Doctor Who late at night, when i'm all alone. Honestly. I always choose the scarier, creepier ones by accident and ugh. I just can't help but keep watching it anyway cause it's bloody &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DOCTOR WHO&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, i love Radio Disney. It's so bubblegum-pop-ish and comforting and nice to your ears. And I don't care if...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1. You think the Jonas Brothers are fags.&lt;br /&gt;2. You think the Jonas Brothers are gay.&lt;br /&gt;3. You think Miley Cyrus is a biatch.&lt;br /&gt;4. You think there's something wrong with Disney.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope i don't care. Cause Disney's actually pretty &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you don't like Disney, you just threw your entire childhood away (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-4201043985082588498?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/4201043985082588498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/4201043985082588498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/09/disney-doctor-who-hmm.html' title='disney. doctor who. hmm?'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-7490209584392002732</id><published>2009-09-04T23:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T23:52:55.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a free land.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OFFICIALLY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;last&lt;/span&gt; day of term 3, the last day of slack-ness in class, the last day of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;relaxed minds and calm composures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in a week,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; HELLO TO STRESS-FILLED STUDY DAYS AT THE LIBRARY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bliddy hell, how fast time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and 3 weeks after &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;week, we're on to our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;exams&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and then 3 weeks after &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;week, we're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FREEEEEEEEEEE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I shouldn't get ahead of myself. Focus on the present, the most important, the top priority. I sound like I'm giving myself a pep talk before a match -.- WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;Holiday Homework&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;- Geog. stack of worksheets&lt;br /&gt;- Physics e-learning&lt;br /&gt;- Math Revision Papers A + B + C1&lt;br /&gt;- Chinese worksheet&lt;br /&gt;- Literature stack of worksheets&lt;br /&gt;- ART sew-up&lt;br /&gt;- Home Econs report&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holy cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;LOT &lt;/span&gt;of work.&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck?? thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"what's it like to stand behind these doors?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"but you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;behind."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"on the other side?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"oh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;it's a free land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"do you see them?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"who?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"the stars. they're oh so pretty to-night."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;it's a vast lan&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;d. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"I hear them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Do you? Hear what exactly?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"The leaves as they rustle. the twigs as they snap." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Music then?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Yes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;it's a free land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT MADE ABSOLUTELY &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO SENSE&lt;/span&gt;, i think.&lt;br /&gt;oh well. just wanted to put more inspirational stuff that strikes me up on here, before i get &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too tired and too uninspired&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-7490209584392002732?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/7490209584392002732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/7490209584392002732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-free-land.html' title='it&apos;s a free land.'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-8647928021416108265</id><published>2009-09-03T20:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T21:15:54.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEEN TIRED AND UNINSPIRED.</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure how true that title up there is, but i'm sure it does mean something to a whole lot of people right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of the upcoming exams and go, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"cause all our brains have turned to mush and these days we have are numbered." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little poetic, don't you think? And yet, that's as far as my inspiration these days go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One line, two at most. And then I get stuck.&lt;br /&gt;Or it just sounds nice that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe it's my cliche&lt;/em&gt; :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there's my favorite lyrics at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"and this is our ground zero,&lt;br /&gt;so would you be my hero?&lt;br /&gt;fly in like my superman&lt;br /&gt;and save me cause I know you can."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought of it in Chinese. you know, ke4 wen2 26  i think?&lt;br /&gt;the one of the chinese dude who goes in to save all those people in 9/11 at the World Trade Center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;COPYRIGHTED YOU GUYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. so no funny business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;brains turn to mush&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had two tests back-to-back today. Like Meng said, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"back-to-back action non-stop all day!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like i'm living the script to 'worst day of school'. I guess the tests went well though. Chinese wasn't as bad as I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(side note: actually, chinese isn't as bad as it used to be. either i'm getting better, or it's getting easier. i'd like to think the first one though (: )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Geography wasn't that bad either! although i'm sure i could have felt much much much better about it should i have studied better. lately, my revision doesn't seem to satisfy me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go on &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;an insane shopping spree&lt;/span&gt; someday.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not now, but someday I will. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chowders people. and wish me luck. &lt;strong&gt;i've got hard weeks ahead&lt;/strong&gt; :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-8647928021416108265?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/8647928021416108265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/8647928021416108265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/09/been-tired-and-uninspired.html' title='BEEN TIRED AND UNINSPIRED.'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-5299771628517304125</id><published>2009-08-25T21:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T21:43:31.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>excess energy and a one-hop dance.</title><content type='html'>My current PM says : "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wants to throw something really hard at something else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, &lt;em&gt;all of a sudden&lt;/em&gt;, there's this huge concern as to what the hell pissed me off so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't honestly say what it was, because frankly, I don't know what it was either. It's just, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; seems to piss me off these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faulty internet connections, faulty speakers, faulty dvd players....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seem to have built up a pattern have we? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faulty stuff pisses me off then.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, that PM had nothing to do with being pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have seen me in school recently, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I have been ridiculously hopping about (especially on stairs) with this large bandage called a knee-guard on my (where else) knee. And with the injury of one's knee, comes great disadvantage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, no sports.&lt;br /&gt;Without sports, I have no way to release excess energy. And honestly, I can't even dance about on the spot too vigurously or whatever because my knee&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; just can't take it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as I was saying, no sports, no activities, means a lot of excess energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i really really really want to use all that energy at one go, but I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now i have to see a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;physio-therapist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Not now, sometime. This week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-5299771628517304125?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/5299771628517304125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/5299771628517304125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/08/excess-energy-and-one-hop-dance.html' title='excess energy and a one-hop dance.'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-4995969765313608121</id><published>2009-08-12T21:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T21:38:15.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ridiculously over-average.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The average person laughs 23 times a day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you define times, is &lt;em&gt;beyond&lt;/em&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say, one time is when you start to laugh and when you stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example : &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;if i said a joke and you laughed, that's once. and then you pause and take a break, but you're still thinking about that joke, so you laugh again. that's &lt;strong&gt;twice&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally, I laugh alot, so I'm probably not your average person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this afternoon, I went with Roi (or Roi went with me) to the MRT station so he could take the MRT home and I could top-up the value in my card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(see how it's compromise?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just that half and one hour would probably have been equated into the average 23 times of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now add that to the rest of my day.&lt;br /&gt;and the fact that I can find the beauty and joy in a hella lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Am I not a ridiculously life-enjoying, fun-loving happy person? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I also have to study for a geography test on Friday so.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;toodles~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-4995969765313608121?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/4995969765313608121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/4995969765313608121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/08/ridiculously-over-average.html' title='ridiculously over-average.'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-4664218684561060910</id><published>2009-08-10T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T21:21:53.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the lookback.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOTE : the following post is not in relation to anyone in particular, atleast, not to the general public. but to me, yes, these are real events, slightly exaggerated in the interest of literature, but real enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Weekend #1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;He did the look-back.&lt;/span&gt; He did the &lt;em&gt;LOOK-BACK&lt;/em&gt;. What's the look-back you'd ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You've got no time, no space to say.&lt;br /&gt;You turn to follow the crowd,&lt;br /&gt;then back to face him or her,&lt;br /&gt;try to send a message with thine eyes,&lt;br /&gt;unable to look away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But time constraints and social expectations do not permit such open displays of words. So you do the look-back and hope he/she gets your secret message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;it's special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's special when you both get the same message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so you did the look-back.&lt;br /&gt;Then you had to pull away, and I had to protect my &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;dignity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by walking away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But inside, you've got my heart pounding like a million drums. I would've skipped away, but for fear of judgement in such a judgemental world, why would I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the look-back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the first.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;weekend #2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the sun had set&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;night was quickly falling&lt;/span&gt;, how different would it be than the first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little more different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number one was a &lt;strong&gt;"hope we meet again".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, this was &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"I'm so sorry. I wished we had the time. But now I have to leave."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A hurried glance,&lt;br /&gt;a last-ditch attempt at making yourself heard.&lt;br /&gt;But you've been so vague,&lt;br /&gt;and the doors were closing fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The look-back number two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so much a heart-warming event. It was a &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sinking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, emptying feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I've lost. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You've lost. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We're lost to the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the look back &lt;strong&gt;number two.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're both so special, in very different ways.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-4664218684561060910?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/4664218684561060910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/4664218684561060910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/08/lookback.html' title='the lookback.'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-4691246104197953868</id><published>2009-08-07T20:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T21:06:29.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend parties, i'm an old courtier.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Okay so i've been meaning to post this up for a really really really long while now, but everytime I open up blogger, i realise i need music to think, and then i get distracted with all my music and i end up not doing this in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sorry guys.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, pictures of my birthday are on my facebook and bea's. so go check 'em out (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANKS&lt;/span&gt; to all those who gave me presents and wished me happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really honestly glad I didn't post up a wishlist, or even wish for anything beforehand, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;cause I got all sorts of lovely surprises from everyone&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;First present was Vanessa's though, early in the morning&lt;/span&gt;. A thick wad of paper from her journal/diary planner thing that she hadn't let me see for a week or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She actually slammed the book on my hand when I tried to sneak a peek.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let me tell you, V's not actually violent EVER, so that was a surprise (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;However if you do count the new rollerblades that my parents got me two weeks prior, and the guitar they got me half a week early, then yeahh, she's the third (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;AND, all of ya'll got me really cool creative stuff that really seemed to fit into my non-existent wishlist so thanks so much&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now then, on to more serious matters. what else is this blog for???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Serious serious matters,&lt;/span&gt; that's what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, lately i've been feeling kind of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; again, but not for the reasons as before.&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in a long time, i'm feeling out of purpose ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling this coming along for a while, kind of like, i'm barely doing anything for SC or the class or netball that's really specifically &lt;u&gt;MY&lt;/u&gt; job, and then i'm feeling pretty useless.&lt;br /&gt;Or I see people who are of a lower level (in terms of status/title) than me, and the higher-ups are approaching them &lt;strong&gt;instead of me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i feel like i'm losing the opportunities to prove myself worthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no purpose at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i realised i've been slacking off, losing everyone's favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;it's like those courtiers (1500s) and the &lt;em&gt;courtesans(?)&lt;/em&gt; of Paris back in the day. Not do well enough, or not do enough at all, and you lose out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and mind you, i was feeling pretty bitter and jealous at today's National Day celebration. Just staring and staring at the hosts and wondering if i even had the chance to get up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's really like everyone's lost faith, lost trust, lost purpose in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and then I feel disappointment and frustration at myself, because I lose out on opportunities to prove to others that I am capable. And i don't know WHY i'm losing out! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ughhh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People in school whom i used to talk to, we've drifted apart sure, but some really really really went all the way away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i do something? or did i say something? or did i not do anything which is why they've gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't like this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not one bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PARTIES ON THE WEEKEND BABY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-4691246104197953868?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/4691246104197953868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/4691246104197953868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/08/weekend-parties-im-old-courtier.html' title='weekend parties, i&apos;m an old courtier.'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-8839004180949634861</id><published>2009-08-02T23:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T23:29:19.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired, uninspired. confused.</title><content type='html'>Hey people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;awesome &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;party yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;thanks everyone for coming and hope those who came had fun! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i can't post photos now, cause i don't have them in this laptop, but they're on &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; so go check 'em out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, gosh, i feel really &lt;em&gt;REALLY&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tired&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;uninspired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;sinking into boredom and stupor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-8839004180949634861?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/8839004180949634861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/8839004180949634861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/08/tired-uninspired-confused.html' title='tired, uninspired. confused.'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-4874302539603748815</id><published>2009-07-30T19:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T19:43:46.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reupdation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/SnGGMgn8p5I/AAAAAAAAAms/1M0fCf0ezso/s1600-h/DSCF4387b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/SnGGMgn8p5I/AAAAAAAAAms/1M0fCf0ezso/s320/DSCF4387b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364216180649011090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/SnGGMY2GmRI/AAAAAAAAAmk/3dFu29rQCkI/s1600-h/DSCF4510b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/SnGGMY2GmRI/AAAAAAAAAmk/3dFu29rQCkI/s320/DSCF4510b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364216178560899346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/SnGGL4EpVBI/AAAAAAAAAmc/XIRzRYgnNu0/s1600-h/DSCF4352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/SnGGL4EpVBI/AAAAAAAAAmc/XIRzRYgnNu0/s320/DSCF4352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364216169763525650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/SnGGLEylt4I/AAAAAAAAAmU/u44jLp4mkQU/s1600-h/Doctor-DavidTennantWallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/SnGGLEylt4I/AAAAAAAAAmU/u44jLp4mkQU/s320/Doctor-DavidTennantWallpaper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364216155997583234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOSH THIS BLOG HAS BEEN DEAD FOR 12490485787 GAZILLION YEARS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just reupdating on what's been going on I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; MY BIRTHDAY'S TOMORROW.&lt;/span&gt; mark it down people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I got rollerblades and a guitar from my parents&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iii) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I MISS MY FRIENDS LIKE BEA, INAH, MARIE, MEI, GRACE, JOY, ANGELO, AJ, GERICHO, OMGDIDIMISSANYBODY?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;five) Trip to Marina Barrage today with class was awesome.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; super&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;damn&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bloody&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;spastic&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54-386)&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; DOCTOR WHO IS AWESOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1245) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I used to be love drunk, but now i'm hungover&lt;/span&gt; &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fifty) erm, i had something really important to say actually, like a long paragraph, but i forgot when i started this post so, never mind (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright you readers. i shall put this blog on a probable &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;temporary on-off hiatus&lt;/span&gt; because i'm just always so distracted! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-4874302539603748815?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/4874302539603748815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/4874302539603748815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/07/reupdation.html' title='reupdation.'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/SnGGMgn8p5I/AAAAAAAAAms/1M0fCf0ezso/s72-c/DSCF4387b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-4091855301839652906</id><published>2009-07-10T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T21:50:06.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nerdfighters, lost in austen, DOCTOR WHO, MERLIN!</title><content type='html'>Ariel's a blooody git for introducing me to Lost In Austen. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now every time I gasp or go "ohmygosh" at something, it has definitely got something to do with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(though I suggest you read PRIDE AND PREJUDICE first, before attempting to watch this movie.. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Either that, or my own discovery, with the help of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;erimon and charlieissocoollike&lt;/span&gt;, DOCTOR WHO. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's unbelievable really, how much better British television is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; much better than any other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;unbelievable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm gonna get stuck on Youtube now, devouring it for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Doctor Who&lt;/span&gt; episodes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh i do hope Ariel gets me my copy of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lost In Austen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as in EVERYTHING in it please (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus there's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MERLIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;MERLIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you guys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starring the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh-so-adorkabl&lt;/span&gt;e Bradley James and Colin Morgan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Colin's accent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is to die for, seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the series is showing on Hallmark, if you want to catch it, but I believe it's on a break now, you know, next season coming up soon..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AMAZING SHOWS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://650BE5D8-E482-4B8D-BE84-27D4D90FB3BB/Drama-Lost-in-Austen-Elliot-Cowan-60477aff-718a-454a-8fc3-162988cbd591.jpg" alt="Drama-Lost-in-Austen-Elliot-Cowan-60477aff-718a-454a-8fc3-162988cbd591.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;that's the guy who plays Mr Darcy in LOST IN AUSTEN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Elliot Cowan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://711C89AC-A0D8-40B8-8251-02E7C5C7BC43/Drama-Lost-in-Austen-Tom-Mison-8fb89610-c8d2-4297-9ba9-6a813de539a7.jpg" alt="Drama-Lost-in-Austen-Tom-Mison-8fb89610-c8d2-4297-9ba9-6a813de539a7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and here's our dear MR BINGLEY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tom Mison.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://93EC38B7-77EF-472A-8869-E61081A50564/david-tennant-doctor-who.jpg" alt="david-tennant-doctor-who.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;that's the current Doctor Who. if you knew about the series, you'd figure out that Doctor Who is the longest running sci-fi show in history. and is probably the best! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;David Tennant, by the way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;he's gonna be gone and replaced in the next, next season, as they always do with the Doctor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sigh, what a waste. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://1DA2C87E-9332-40BE-B712-A24D4AD98A0F/bradley-james.jpg" alt="bradley-james.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Bradley James as Prince Arthur in Merlin. Look at those true-blue eyes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;dashing, dashing....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://6D3B18C1-84FF-4C35-B5D2-48685A068D70/18978963.jpg" alt="18978963.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and there's Colin Morgan, playing Merlin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;AGHHHH. i'm obsessed, and it's not even Harry Potter. sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;by the way, i've taken a liking to reading the books again, seeing as i've missed out so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;i actually freaked out when I realised i forgot how to play Quidditch, which is insane, because i always knew how. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;anyway, yep, rehooking myself, don't want to lose that spirit!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;gosh i'm such a geek, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;but i don't care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;nerdfighters! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-4091855301839652906?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/4091855301839652906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/4091855301839652906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/07/nerdfighters-lost-in-austen-doctor-who.html' title='nerdfighters, lost in austen, DOCTOR WHO, MERLIN!'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-3571801255805847031</id><published>2009-07-09T18:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T18:12:28.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DOCTOR WHO IS FANTASTIC.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOCTOR WHO IS AMAZING. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally understood why Alex D. and Charlie M. like it so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my birthday, could someone buy me the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; DVD &lt;/span&gt;of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Doctor Who&lt;/span&gt; please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and and/ or or or&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt; LOST IN AUSTEN&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guys can pool together money, i don't care. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-3571801255805847031?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/3571801255805847031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/3571801255805847031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/07/doctor-who-is-fantastic.html' title='DOCTOR WHO IS FANTASTIC.'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-6644427820030087046</id><published>2009-07-07T18:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:43:52.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm scared. this shouldn't be happening.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This shouldn't be happening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;This shouldn't be happening &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; what's supposed to happen to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;This isn't the way I thought it would happen.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Never would I have thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;booom&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;out of the blue&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, so, so, out of the blue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You get &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;the lucky strik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; once again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How many times has this happened between us? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;How many times have I openly told you about something, realized you were "contesting" for the same thing, and then find out that you got there first? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only I had gotten over silly infatuations and ridiculous obsessions so long ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But maybe it wouldn't have helped, because &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one little thing&lt;/span&gt;, and your obsession picks up again. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Just one little thing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;And here's me, toiling and hurting and hoping away for years and years, and you get yours just like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Life is unfair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-6644427820030087046?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/6644427820030087046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/6644427820030087046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-scared-this-shouldnt-be-happening.html' title='i&apos;m scared. this shouldn&apos;t be happening.'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-3735089818406189818</id><published>2009-06-30T20:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T20:24:29.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday plans, homework plans, GET TALLER PLANS.</title><content type='html'>Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I think i'm getting fat&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;I won't develop an eating disorder because I have no self-restraint whatsoever, plus, the call of chocolate and other unhealthy things is just &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TOO STRONG&lt;/span&gt; D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mouse is going &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haywire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, second day back in school.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing too eventful has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the school is taking "extensive precautionary measures" to keep us safe from H1N1,&lt;br /&gt;and they have also provided new vending machines and a few new changes in the canteen, so gonna go spastically try them all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;weirdo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday's coming up, and i've got absolutely &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;no plans&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, i gotta have to have a sleepover with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ARIEL LESLIE MERMAID FROOGLYDUP. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, some sort of BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;but that's the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know which group of friends to do the BBQ with.&lt;br /&gt;It has to be a big group, so i guess the "waterside/tanjongrhu" group is out, cause we're a pretty small group of friends. probably just invite them over for a swim party or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there's the Bingo group, my ex-schoolmates, and my current schoolmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GOTTA THINK GOTTA THINK GOTTA THINK&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so terrible in the first official day of school.&lt;br /&gt;HOMEWORK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i admit, mainly my fault for not completing all my holiday homework, but that's cause i didn't know how!&lt;br /&gt;but i will do my best to finish up, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;promise&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH, it's 8.20pm, i haven't showered after going for a walk outside with my mom, AND i want to sleep by 9.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to get &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tall&lt;/span&gt; you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, atleast &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;5 feet?&lt;/span&gt; Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;being short, not always a joyride people. and now that you know that, please stop picking on short people, because sometimes, it's really a pissing-off kind of thing, especially if that person is already pissed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that Mr Yeo Shi Yuan is back in school.&lt;br /&gt;He popped by our classroom today, and from all the way across the room he went,&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 'HI MARIA'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;what the eff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eff off. seriously. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;STEP OFF. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;insensitive stereotypical possible-racist jerk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;go away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-3735089818406189818?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/3735089818406189818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/3735089818406189818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/06/birthday-plans-homework-plans-get.html' title='birthday plans, homework plans, GET TALLER PLANS.'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-84090817972270824</id><published>2009-06-27T20:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T21:04:52.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>transformers, not holiday homework.</title><content type='html'>Haven't posted in a long time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is probably getting to be one of those dead blogs no one visits.&lt;br /&gt;but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna try and keep posting and stuff .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, nothing much is happening nowadays, just the usual scramble to try to finish holiday homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, why is it that only local singapore schools have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;holiday homework&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;I tell my friends from other countries or IS about this fact, and they practically have&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; a heart attack. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's the use of this holiday homework other than to terrorize kids in a way that makes them paranoid of school?&lt;br /&gt;seriously, if i had homework even in the holidays, then i'd start to feel like i hate school.&lt;br /&gt;but if i didn't, then i'd be feeling, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"hey shouldn't i be doing homework?"&lt;/span&gt; and then start to miss school and miss doing homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus, it's a freakin'&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; holiday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever holiday we have, or even long weekends, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WE GET EXTRA HOMEWORK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;pathetic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's really not gonna help us, atleast i don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Michael Jackson, Mr. King Of Pop. has just passed on recently, as did Farah Fawcett.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, i am not the least bit affected, specially since he's been out of the limelight recently. So, it didn't hit me like a tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nonetheless, condolences to his fans and family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have holiday homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all of the remainder is CHINESE.&lt;br /&gt;really, i am so anti-chinese-work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;i still don't understand why i accepted the school's offer to stay in Higher Chinese class, or the fact that i even picked chinese as my second language in primary school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I DONT LIKE IT ONE BIT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; tough &lt;/span&gt;subject for me.&lt;br /&gt;i don't speak it to anyone at home, and hence my knowledge in it's vocabulary is way limited.&lt;br /&gt;i don't write in it unless necessary, e.g. homework or tests or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically, i don't use a single bit of chinese on days i don't have school, so why am i taking it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's really tough for me, and i always feel stupid doing it, i have no interest in it, and i feel like it's a waste of time for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, went to watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Transformers 2 : Revenge of the Fallen&lt;/span&gt; last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;the effects, the sound, the everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya'll gotta go catch it sometime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-84090817972270824?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/84090817972270824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/84090817972270824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/06/transformers-not-holiday-homework.html' title='transformers, not holiday homework.'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-8066095814555881268</id><published>2009-06-24T20:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T20:18:44.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RADIO DISNEY, H1N1</title><content type='html'>I'm so pissed that school &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; extended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, seriously, the government knows for a fact that schools are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt; perfect breeding ground &lt;/span&gt;for viral stuff, especially flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From common sense, i'm no expert, but this is pretty much how a whole pandemic could occur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids like us are rather nonchalant about this H1N1 thing, and it's like, we don't mind squeezing 30-40 people in a classroom. Which could easily result in a fast spread of a virus. And ugh, the CANTEEN. now imagine all that crowded-ness???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;someone's gotta catch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm actually listening to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Radio Disney&lt;/span&gt; right now.&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty awesome, although it's pretty much teeny-bopper kind of music, if you know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's HSM soundtracks, Hannah Montana soundtracks, and pretty much that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's refreshing to my ears for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;i like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I LOVE IT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(there's these weird sounds coming out of my computer and i don't know where.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I think I deserve a congratulations.&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;BECAUSE I FINALLY SYNCED MY IPOD AFTER A GAZILLION YEARS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness. now i've got fresh new music to listen to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, thinking of changing my blogskin again. sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-8066095814555881268?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/8066095814555881268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/8066095814555881268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/06/radio-disney-h1n1.html' title='RADIO DISNEY, H1N1'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-6896487387627594180</id><published>2009-06-09T20:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T20:18:31.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>false hope.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;EEEURRGGGHHHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stop sending me stupid links to porn sites and live webcam shows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;firstly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am a girl and i am not &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lesbian&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bisexual&lt;/span&gt; and hence not interested in seeing other girls being &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;obscene and immora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;secondly&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;porn is for losers/&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;perverts&lt;/span&gt; who can't control their over-raging hormones and are sick in the brain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thirdly&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you stupid virus. you're giving me false hope that someone is actually talking to me. it's making me feel pathetic and i know i am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes you heard me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;almighty never-bored&lt;/span&gt; me is feeling pathetic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm in a house full of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;12-16&lt;/span&gt; people at a time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and as of now it has 6 kids including me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AND IM FEELING PATHETIC. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh anna you really have surpassed yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well anyway, i really just wished someone would talk to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hold a nice, intelligent &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;conversation&lt;/span&gt; with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but on the bright(er) side...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;WE'RE GOING TO THE BEACH ON FRIDAY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;packed with a ROAD TRIP! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and BEACH TRIP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which equals FUN TRIP! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh what am i talking about yes we're REALLY GOING TO A REALLY AWESOME BEACH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not like those c&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;onstantly-cleaned-by-students-but-still-very-dirty-beaches&lt;/span&gt; in singapore! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and anyway, i've been home for almost a week now, and i've done so much, but i haven't posted now have i?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well i didn't really want to, to be honest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a) because it seems like&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; no one is reading this blog anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; oh haha, yes there's probably only 2 of you reading right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;b) i was too lazy to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and c) because i think pictures would be more effective but i can only upload an insane load in singapore when i get back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;honestly i think the hype has died over the number of people reading this blog. guess i'm not interesting anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;oh what sweet tragedy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i thought of this randomly while staring at the instant-messenger screen waiting for someone to pop up and start talking to me... (yes that's what i do most times, stare blankly and feel pathetic.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pretty much based on this person doing exactly what i do (stare blankly at the screen and wait) and then that person sees their crush's personal message as &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"i love you" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or something gooey that involves the crush expressing their love for someone ELSE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and our protagonist begins to type in her/his own personal message... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"i just wish you meant it for me." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or something along those lines. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not very well thought out now is it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it just rolled off my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it ties in with the false hope i was thinking of at the time so there you go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-6896487387627594180?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/6896487387627594180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/6896487387627594180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/06/false-hope.html' title='false hope.'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-8570945501863975337</id><published>2009-06-02T22:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T22:47:47.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay this. Is. HOME!</title><content type='html'>Oooh I'm home now, in the Philippines!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'd just like to say that I will not be able to text at all anytime soon because my phone keypad is dead. If you want to get through to me, ring me up and I'll try to communicate with y'all (: &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-8570945501863975337?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/8570945501863975337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/8570945501863975337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/06/yay-this-is-home.html' title='Yay this. Is. HOME!'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-1546423079206613359</id><published>2009-06-01T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T21:53:57.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas memories? LONG LOST BUDDY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HAHA OMG I JUST FOUND THIS OUT FROM MY MAMA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's this photo she found from&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; christmas in the Philippines at Joseph's house&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;in 2003.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GUESS WHO WAS THERE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;AJ AND ANNE OHMYGEEEE.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to think i always thought i just knew AJ now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here &lt;em&gt;loooooooooooook.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and spot me if you can.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342356688149420402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/SiPdGlSUGXI/AAAAAAAAAmM/FhwyJxF57Ac/s320/DSCF0045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-1546423079206613359?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/1546423079206613359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/1546423079206613359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/06/christmas-memories-long-lost-buddy.html' title='christmas memories? LONG LOST BUDDY!'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/SiPdGlSUGXI/AAAAAAAAAmM/FhwyJxF57Ac/s72-c/DSCF0045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-5403827955376506298</id><published>2009-06-01T09:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T09:56:01.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>should be packing,</title><content type='html'>Alright, i &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; i should be packing right now?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my flight leaves tomorrow morning and i have to get to ACS(i) today from 1:15-9.30pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i think i'm sick? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but oh well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-5403827955376506298?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/5403827955376506298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/5403827955376506298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/06/should-be-packing.html' title='should be packing,'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-6899281693455540583</id><published>2009-05-30T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T21:47:40.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heavy heart and a broken soul?</title><content type='html'>Alright.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i've got my heavy heart on weight-supports. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have consciously decided to become more active in Deviantart, especially during the summer in which i can go snap happy with my dad's Nikon and Leica. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yeah i'm so gonna enjoy the Leica. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;FILM STRIPS BABY~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and anyway, yes i really wanna focus all this energy i have built up from bad times into &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;something creative and artsy&lt;/span&gt;, just to have something to do other than homework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;speaking of homework, i have been diligently (sort of) trying to finish up so much of my homework within this weekend, not including monday because on that day i would be so tied up i'd be exhausted by the end of the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeeeesh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i have finished literature completely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't want to rush&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; Physics&lt;/span&gt; because i don't want to do just for the sake of doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will type out my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;History&lt;/span&gt; reflection on the plane.(or write it whichever works)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will attempt to do&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; Math &lt;/span&gt;a little bit this week, because i can't understand some questions, then i'll try to finish up at home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will do&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; geography&lt;/span&gt; at home in the phils because then atleast i'd have different weather than everyone else!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will TRY seriously TRY to do &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt;. what with all that to do, AND my tuition homework, it's kinda discouraging especially since i hate the subject. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;i deeply and truly and INSANELY hate it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but that's pretty much it right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and class tee, well, i'm gonna chiong it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-6899281693455540583?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/6899281693455540583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/6899281693455540583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/05/heavy-heart-and-broken-soul.html' title='heavy heart and a broken soul?'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-1107104053912779773</id><published>2009-05-29T19:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T20:00:06.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is me and my pain.</title><content type='html'>shitshitshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel &lt;strong&gt;screwed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i wasted my emotional rollercoaster last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today, i heard from a friend that well, people were talking about me.&lt;br /&gt;oh sure fine, it's not me being a biaaatch or something. not the stuff i'm used to.&lt;br /&gt;no, it was me being a suck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A SUCK UP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A BOOTLICKER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the first time i've ever been called something like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the first time i've ever felt so torn up and (idon'tknow) hurt?! since primary school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the thing is, the person who first commented on me being a suckup, was in the circle of people who i thought i was pretty okay with. you know, like big brothers or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to think, i really did think i could trust them. who knew they really thought i was a suck up?! gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in short, i've just been told that i've pretty much been backstabbed by the very people who i really thought were friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, that's the real world for you girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;so am i really a suckup?&lt;br /&gt;sure i talk to the seniors.&lt;br /&gt;i talk to them alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i don't now, not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sticking to my own sec twos more now, which is i think a good thing, though it's a pity i'm not as close to the sec threes anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so maybe i'm acting on just a simple rumour. something that somebody created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still, it poses the question...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;am i really that well-liked as i thought i was?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my defences are crumbling and my confidence is shattering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my primary school friends, my very best ones, have already seen how i've somehow destroyed my own personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i've no confidence left in what i see in myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;mentally/academically, i don't believe i'm all that smart anymore. which is true. i don't believe i'm as good as some people think i am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;physically, huh, i tell people i don't mind being short, or i just smile and shake off their taunts, but you know what? i really do mind. i mind not being able to do so much, not being able to go right into people's faces and telling them off the way i want to because I CAN'T REACH THEIR FACE. and always being teased that i can't play netball/basketball/whatever?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please, you need skill, not height. it's a disadvantage, but atleast i &lt;strong&gt;think&lt;/strong&gt; i'm good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being the butt of so many jokes really takes a hit, just to let you know all you lucky average-height insensitive idiots...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and once again, to the topic of insensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate that english teacher. &lt;u&gt;Mr. Yeo Shi Yuan&lt;/u&gt;. (not the one from 2IT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see we were having a conversation, and we were like arguing (of course playfully, not so mean) and then, i said something &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what was his response?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;something not so smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he resorted to everyone's last resort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;insultation(?) of what runs in my blood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i'm a filipino and i'm very proud&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what do most people think of filipinos, especially in such a &lt;em&gt;developed&lt;/em&gt; country like Singapore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep you guessed it, &lt;strong&gt;DOMESTIC WORKERS&lt;/strong&gt;, also known as &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MAIDS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you see, he went along and called me Marianne(?) or some name he thinks is stereotypically FILIPINO and said, &lt;u&gt;"i don't need a maid to follow me around."&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, sure that &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; cut my heart when he said it the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but subsequently, everytime he saw me and wanted to say something, he always started by bringing up the topic of me being a "maid".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;now i don't mean disrespect sir, but &lt;strong&gt;shit&lt;/strong&gt; you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;you're just one of those typical Chinese people that thinks they're so high and mighty because most of them employ maids, and most maids employed are filipinos. so what, you think that just because we working as maids in some places, that we are all maids?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SHIT YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have no right to say such things.&lt;br /&gt;you've got people of your race working as cleaners too, that's almost equal to maids. we filipinos have got positions at the top of big corporations and business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what? stop being so egotistical, stop being so stereotypical. you're living in a goddamned multi-racial country so start acting like it and don't look down on other races.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know, haven't you ever thought that filipinos are maids because we're good at what we do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry readers, if this was too heavy for you.&lt;br /&gt;but i swear, i'm sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;and not only that, i really feel like i've shattered my own defences, let&lt;br /&gt;my wall fall.&lt;br /&gt;that i've lost my confidence, and just let what everyone else think rule my&lt;br /&gt;actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and shit, you can see the tears that roll down my cheeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-1107104053912779773?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/1107104053912779773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/1107104053912779773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-me-and-my-pain.html' title='this is me and my pain.'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-1487694358858939521</id><published>2009-05-26T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T23:13:53.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright the other post was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;rubbish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i love rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i really wanted to type out an entire paragraph of nonsensical rubbish to pollute your mind, but my own tiny little mind could not stand the temptation of TV and Dr. House! sigh, the downsides of having a short attention span...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;there's that boy in the corner&lt;br /&gt;once again.&lt;br /&gt;he's revealed by light&lt;br /&gt;now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what is this creature,&lt;br /&gt;strange, mysterious?&lt;br /&gt;a boy perhaps, a man more like?&lt;br /&gt;a clown, or much more serious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every now and then,&lt;br /&gt;a melancholy tune is whistled.&lt;br /&gt;sounds like a man,&lt;br /&gt;a man who's been through things and fizzled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's old, he's young,&lt;br /&gt;he's a confused little soul.&lt;br /&gt;he's strong, he's brittle,&lt;br /&gt;he's who nobody knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALRIGHT THAT CAME OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geeeeeeez. argh. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PHILIPPINES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i lost my train of thought,&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; it was insanely long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, but i lost it.&lt;br /&gt;so for now, i shall leave you lonely reader one question,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;plurk? or no plurk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh and by the way, if you're reading this, i suggest you seriously comment because right now, i have no idea why i'm still blogging when my blog is possible already dead. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;noone likes my life anymore D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you good night (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-1487694358858939521?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/1487694358858939521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/1487694358858939521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/05/alright-other-post-was-rubbish.html' title=''/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-7842373078740159457</id><published>2009-05-26T16:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:02:57.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>random post of random words with barely no paragraphings.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's apparently not a word according to Safari. I had this idea. "bigSMALLbigSMALL" and as i was typing it, i realised the word "screwed" should come in after. hence my current personal message as of now, 4:02pm and oh my gosh HOUSE is showing gotta go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-7842373078740159457?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/7842373078740159457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/7842373078740159457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/05/random-post-of-random-words-with-barely.html' title=''/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-2142059745882058872</id><published>2009-05-25T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T23:55:21.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>history trip, HE MINE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IT'S (almost) THE HOLIDAYS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmygosh i'm so &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but wait...&lt;br /&gt;there's more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am excited, because &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I have printed out my Math Holiday Homework and I am GOING to do it! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ohmygosh&lt;/span&gt; that is so so so exciting! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay &lt;u&gt;no not really&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm excited, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BECAUSE IM GOING BACK TO THE PHILIPPINES YES OH YES OH YES!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm excited for one other reason that I don't really REALLY want to make public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;in ya face you nosy *bleeeeep*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, i have started Math holiday homework, and&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt; i intend to do the Chinese ones too&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sigh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pathetic no life loser geek. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sighsighsigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY, i am done with section jacket.&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY, i am almost done with class tee -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;if it's not those cowboy boots in the summer,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then ohmygod i'd pray for another&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;chance to drive down back highways&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;til i stumble upon your beautiful (something. rhymes with ays.&lt;br /&gt;eeek)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGODDDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i so hyper? I don't really know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in honest truth, i really did enjoy the history trip today. the information and stuff really did sink in, and i was so &lt;strong&gt;INTERESTED.&lt;/strong&gt; ohmy. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;INTERESTED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also i found out that &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i am very much deathly afraid/paranoid of wax figures&lt;/span&gt;. i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALRIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;im done. for now. *evil laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ohmygooooooosh. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;he talked he talks he mineeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-2142059745882058872?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/2142059745882058872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/2142059745882058872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/05/history-trip-he-mine.html' title='history trip, HE MINE.'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-718881603875067264</id><published>2009-05-23T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T23:20:58.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hallelujah.</title><content type='html'>alright i'm ALMOST done with my class tee.&lt;br /&gt;and calling suppliers too, but that's a different thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT'S A COLD AND IT'S A BROKEN HALLELUJAH&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;rips your heart out and sends shivers down your spine&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway, i was reading FML this morning and then i had this urge to send something in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what would i send?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"today i woke up and immediately went to do my math &lt;strong&gt;holiday&lt;/strong&gt; homework. i was&lt;br /&gt;frantically searching for it in the school website and i really wanted to do it.&lt;br /&gt;there's 1 week to the start of holidays. the homework hasn't even been published&lt;br /&gt;yet. i'm a geek. FML."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there we go (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome isn't it? I really actually wanted to do the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. it's sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT OH WELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm beginning this half of the year in a new light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;definitely gonna attempt to do more art-sy stuff. I think i'll have more time in the later half. for some unknown reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i did score insanely above my expectations for my MYEs, which is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't know what direction this post is going but i'm just gonna keep going until i'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i'm quite tired now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HALLELUJAH&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-718881603875067264?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/718881603875067264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/718881603875067264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/05/hallelujah.html' title='hallelujah.'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-7386745913437744663</id><published>2009-05-20T18:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T19:27:22.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEVIANTART IS COMING TO SINGAPORE!</title><content type='html'>Alright alright I know i'm insanely late in this, but DEVIANTART is coming to Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YES, FINALLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, yep, i don't want to be the only kid there, and I need some people to go with me!&lt;br /&gt;yeeesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TEXT ME IF YOU WANT TO GO&lt;/span&gt; (withme!)&lt;br /&gt;or if you're going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's tomorrow, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4PM, at the Merlion Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the one near the Fullerton Hotel. Esplanade Drive i think.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-7386745913437744663?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/7386745913437744663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/7386745913437744663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/05/deviantart-is-coming-to-singapore.html' title='DEVIANTART IS COMING TO SINGAPORE!'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-8496140221347194193</id><published>2009-05-17T12:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T12:06:06.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eyebags?! i need to lose weight -.-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;OH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;MY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;GOSH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I HAVE FREAKIN' EYEBAGS LIKE SCADOOOSHBAMBAMBAM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eyebags &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;ew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eyebags D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ME, EYEBAGS *cries*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alright my mission these two and a half weeks before summer vaca.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;1. LOSE WEIGHT DUH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;2. GET RID OF MY EYEBAGS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6262622626684448846-8496140221347194193?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/8496140221347194193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/8496140221347194193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/05/eyebags-i-need-to-lose-weight.html' title='eyebags?! i need to lose weight -.-'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-896004902082738381</id><published>2009-05-16T22:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T22:47:43.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>plain old. deadbeat. people-stalker.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"You can't break a broken heart"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;that part in Kate Voegele's song just absolutely &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;rips my heart&lt;/span&gt; out. I don't know why, but it just does. the whole vibe just kills me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my playlist right now just really seems to suit my mood, though not so much the feeling I'm feeling. cause it's soothing to my ears. which is good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i just feel like i have to bring something up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So on Thursday i went to catch a movie with Vanessa and Jeanette right? Well, i had to take the train home myself, and i cursed myself for forgetting THE most important thing in the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my earphones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;therefore i was stuck on a 30(?) minute train ride all alone, really alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i got on the train and was followed by two groups of people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the first would be a trio of teenage girls chattering on and on (standard duh) about hair and fashion and irritating parents and so on. So i drowned out that conversation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the second is a pair of very tall 20-something guys who probably just got out of NS cause they were deciding what college course to major in. the majority of the conversation went to deciding what kind of psych course actually. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after a few stops, the girls got off and a group of filipinos got on. (oh yeah we're awesome. why? i don't know.) they were animatedly chatting about something i couldn't catch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and do you want to know WHY? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because the twin towers behind me were so loudly (to me) discussing their college course in their boring monotone voices that were so YUCK that instead of putting anyone to sleep, they'd just drive any person nuts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;filipinos got off after a while, and i was stuck with the Twin Monotones for the rest of my train ride. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;basically from people-watching, i have noticed that teenage girls like to chat about almost anything under the sun that they have something to comment on (yes i'm guilty of this too, who isn't?). and filipinos talk with so much enthusiasm and facial expressions and emotions. (oh yeah, we rock.) and well, those guys.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they need an IB lesson, or maybe an EPS lesson (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel so many things that usually, USUALLY, only people with a midlife crisis should feel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm 13/14 for goodness sake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS IS SO NOT HAPPENING TO ME. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-896004902082738381?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/896004902082738381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/896004902082738381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/05/plain-old-deadbeat-people-stalker.html' title='plain old. deadbeat. people-stalker.'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-2525274213794027781</id><published>2009-05-15T19:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T19:22:51.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new blogskin and a summerblockbusterbuddy!</title><content type='html'>welcome to the new blogskin. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"been tired and uninspired" by tm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;apparently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;basically, yes, i have been tired and uninspired lately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so obviously, this was perfect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND, it's white, basic white. which is good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the choosing of this blogskin would make sense in my head, and therefore, i don't think explaining it would help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caught &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AngelsandDemons&lt;/span&gt; with Christine today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Understood perfectly why Teacher David didn't really encourage us to watch this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it was nice all the same. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, i need someone, preferably someone conveniently free to be my backup movie buddy this summer, incase my dad isn't totally free. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;basically you gotta be my summer-blockbuster-movie-buddy and we'll go and watch all the upcoming movies.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Star Trek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Ghost of Girlfriends Past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Terminator Salvation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Night at the Museum 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Land of the Lost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. The Taking of Pelham 123&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. My Sister's Keeper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. HARRY POTTER!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. G.I. Joe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Bandslam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. Sherlock Holmes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. Public Enemies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there we go. that's my list so far. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;13 and 14 have two hot guys (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;and 10, oh how can you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;possibly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; pass up HARRY POTTER?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;and the rest pretty much just seem cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whooooooop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alright i'm done. Probably gonna put up another list soon (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-2525274213794027781?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/2525274213794027781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/2525274213794027781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-blogskin-and-summerblockbusterbuddy.html' title='a new blogskin and a summerblockbusterbuddy!'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-806092693224907002</id><published>2009-05-13T19:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T19:34:59.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>relief and triumph, disappointment and elation.</title><content type='html'>I want new guitar strings!&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Steel ones&lt;/span&gt;, no doubt. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they sound way brighter&lt;/span&gt;. but i want the lighter ones. heard such things existed (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i need a guitar pick -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and a capo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my fingers feel uncomfortable, but they're nice-ish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're so close, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;SO CLOSE&lt;/span&gt; to the end of MYEs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;everyone will be screaming in triumph and relief. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then we'll be thrown into disappointment and elation during the debriefs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's so screwed up and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;sadistic&lt;/span&gt; isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;SMELYALATA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nice song, isn't it! wambambidum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was honestly seriously freaking out before the science exam today, and when we went in, checking the papers, i was still hyperventilating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but then, as my pen touched the paper, it all came flowing back to me.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (sounds melodramatic but whatever. deal with it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hope i did okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i'm not gonna study much tonight. it's only math. nothing i can't handle, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think i want to change my blogskin. gotta get some of DJs blogskins... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alright ya'll, get a life and stop reading about mine (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;-GUITAR STRINGS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- CAPO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-GUITAR PICK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-NEW BLADES (freestyle oh freestyle)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-806092693224907002?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/806092693224907002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/806092693224907002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/05/relief-and-triumph-disappointment-and.html' title='relief and triumph, disappointment and elation.'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-623903909292454670</id><published>2009-05-11T18:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T18:21:30.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>am i?</title><content type='html'>Using my mom's Macbook now. it's a rather strange invention, no doubt. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was just thinking about this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom likes to tell people now that i've changed. I'm always frowning or being a brat or whatever at home. and that&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i've lost my happy-go-lucky vibe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she's so wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see it's not that I stopped being happy, it's just that, i can't find anything particularly interesting at home that makes me act like i am in school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everyone in school sees me bubbly, happy, happy-go-lucky, insane, hyper. you all know how i am when you see me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But at home i'm just dead. nothing's wrong. j&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;ust that there's a whole lot of nothing at home.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mom thinks it's PMS or something, i say it's just growing up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she's not exactly a ray of sunshine at home either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just like that guy who wrote the Good Ship Tree person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"childhood is like a habit."&lt;/span&gt; No one ever decides to give up on childhood things, it just happens. no explanations, just sweet ole memories you wish were still in the present. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my bestie just left me alone for 24 hours now. the same one who said that these four days would be a long time apart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;oh please.&lt;/span&gt; give me a break. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;i tried telling you how i can't handle what you're doing. you're too complicated, too serious, too over-everything. I can't even find the words to describe how all this has screwed me up right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;i've shared so many problems with you, when i have just realised that one big problem is you and me. we get along so well, but when it all comes down to the basic skeleton of our personalities, we're just like fire and ice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you're the best, but this isn't what i can take right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;IT ENDS TONIGHT - THE ALL AMERICAN REJECTS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(PS. wonder how i'd look with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;blue eyes.&lt;/span&gt; just like Bradley James, Colin Morgan or Tyson Ritter. i'd like to try with some contacts ;D ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-623903909292454670?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/623903909292454670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/623903909292454670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/05/am-i.html' title='am i?'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-4982929915616488931</id><published>2009-05-06T12:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T12:10:50.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOKEUPONTHEWRONGSIDEOFLIFETODAY</title><content type='html'>You know how loads of people go on hiatus during the exams ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah well i don't believe in that kind of tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, because i have been so busy lately, studying and all, i have in fact been on an unannounced hiatus that even i didn't know i was on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how's that for clever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to study at the library with Jeanette yesterday. She went home at like, 6.15? So I ended up walking all the way to Popular on my own. sigh .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but mama came to pick me up so it's okay (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAHAHA I BIT MY TONGUE&lt;/span&gt;. and there were &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;two bite marks that were not-really-bleeding-but-it-was-still-really-red&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Darren dreamt of me. um, ew? i'm flattered but still. ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOKEUPONTHEWRONGSIDEOFLIFETODAY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-4982929915616488931?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/4982929915616488931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/4982929915616488931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/05/wokeuponthewrongsideoflifetoday.html' title='WOKEUPONTHEWRONGSIDEOFLIFETODAY'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-6108065311834405369</id><published>2009-05-02T16:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T17:01:24.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>change of playlist. BIGCITYDREAMS</title><content type='html'>As you would have probably noticed, i have changed my playlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, not just the layout you moron.&lt;br /&gt;it's the songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more preppy naive Taylor Swift love songs, for now.&lt;br /&gt;it's a little bit of other stuff now (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright so back to the usual blogpost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's just say i'm still a robotic emotionless freak panicking because she isn't studying right about now even though she's freakin' sick of seeing anything eduational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom's making tortillas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i figured out how to play KRISTY ARE YOU DOING OKAY on the piano. yay me~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sick of love? love sick? same difference ain't it. well that's me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought of a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these lines are what's going through my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought of this in chinese compo exam... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"if you're romeo, can i be juliet?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i imagined this scene of a girl walking in on a guy in costume. hah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there's this line, &lt;strong&gt;"the Mafia's dangerous business boy. don't go messing around with it."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;that's accompanied with Robert DeNiro relaying that line to a little boy, probably someone who looks along the lines of Eric Bana.&lt;/span&gt; hah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"you've got be putting x's everywhere."&lt;/span&gt; another random line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time travel as stated by the English textbook doesn't work that way. it just means you'll go somewhere reaaaaally far, reaaaaaaally fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Da Vinci Code is on AXN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE STUDYING LIKE MAGNETS REPEL EACH OTHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i have no idea where that came from)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need chocolate. do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET GO is playing.&lt;br /&gt;oh i love the new player (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bambambambambooo.&lt;br /&gt;chugachugachugachoochoofizzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm done now .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-6108065311834405369?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/6108065311834405369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/6108065311834405369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/05/change-of-playlist-bigcitydreams.html' title='change of playlist. BIGCITYDREAMS'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-7088285593452000697</id><published>2009-04-28T20:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T20:31:32.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eighth world wonder, it's not enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/SfbzSC6NS9I/AAAAAAAAAmE/5pIYRMOFz_A/s1600-h/GetAttachment2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329714700383767506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 362px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/SfbzSC6NS9I/AAAAAAAAAmE/5pIYRMOFz_A/s320/GetAttachment2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Paris&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;you guys.&lt;br /&gt;*deep drawn out sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's exactly how i imagined it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wanna go now ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, got back two test papers today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem - B4&lt;br /&gt;Maths - A1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, it's not bad right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for some reason, i looked at my maths paper and went all quiet and sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i felt terrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's soooo not me to want more than I have, especially when it's already so good.&lt;br /&gt;But i wanted more than that A1, i wanted to get higher, top the class or something.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't understand it at first either, and then it hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've changed so much. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;My brain has been fried in bio-chem-geog juice and coated with hist-lit-math-chinese sauce and served to a big fat green monster that chowedchowedchowed. D:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;emotionless freak&lt;/span&gt; and all i can feel is stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I feel no empathy, no sympathy, no joy in anything. I cannot fully laugh out loud, i can't break down in tears and cry away my troubles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i feel nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i know that this'll all be over soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, i don't feel like going for class chalet.&lt;br /&gt;it's not the money or anything, but it's kinda what the money'll be worth.&lt;br /&gt;i've never spent an entire day with the majority of the people who'll be going, so how can i stand it for 3 days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not helping that MYEs start tomorrow, and i'm still here.&lt;br /&gt;here pouring out all this random nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm stressed, and i know it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't find other ways to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i feel like i've studied enough, that's what my sane part of me is saying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;of course my insane part is screaming NO &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;IT IS NOT ENOUGH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;then tell me then, dear heart, dear mind, what's enough for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven days and seven nights of thunder&lt;br /&gt;The waters rising and im slipping under&lt;br /&gt;I think I fell in love with eighth world wonder&lt;br /&gt;-Kimberly Locke (?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-7088285593452000697?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/7088285593452000697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/7088285593452000697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/04/eighth-world-wonder-its-not-enough.html' title='eighth world wonder, it&apos;s not enough'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/SfbzSC6NS9I/AAAAAAAAAmE/5pIYRMOFz_A/s72-c/GetAttachment2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-3099828003787269718</id><published>2009-04-26T14:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T14:24:24.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>churcheeeee. smelyalata</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/SfP9VS1tGiI/AAAAAAAAAl8/X8L2fJpUeBs/s1600-h/044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328881326385601058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/SfP9VS1tGiI/AAAAAAAAAl8/X8L2fJpUeBs/s320/044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/SfP9VKW4vFI/AAAAAAAAAl0/usZzH5ACj8I/s1600-h/048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328881324108856402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/SfP9VKW4vFI/AAAAAAAAAl0/usZzH5ACj8I/s320/048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/SfP9UzuCWpI/AAAAAAAAAls/o8K-bcyQF7I/s1600-h/047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328881318031940242" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/SfP9UzuCWpI/AAAAAAAAAls/o8K-bcyQF7I/s320/047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/SfP803NhtRI/AAAAAAAAAlk/GpYrEzpnDJQ/s1600-h/045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328880769213510930" style="WIDTH: 320px; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/SfP8SxM9CpI/AAAAAAAAAk0/BDgTdfzo8Js/s320/020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/SfP8SlPxPMI/AAAAAAAAAks/a5PM3uRHjE4/s1600-h/009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328880180275526850" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/SfP8SlPxPMI/AAAAAAAAAks/a5PM3uRHjE4/s320/009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/SfP8Sd6anNI/AAAAAAAAAkk/SVAQvJZJ7nU/s1600-h/010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328880178306915538" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/SfP8Sd6anNI/AAAAAAAAAkk/SVAQvJZJ7nU/s320/010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/SfP8SeRq0uI/AAAAAAAAAkc/K1jkpNDgKJc/s1600-h/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328880178404446946" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/SfP8SeRq0uI/AAAAAAAAAkc/K1jkpNDgKJc/s320/001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alright, hey thanks to people who tagged. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;specially to my bimbo-on-the-fourth (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear me,&lt;br /&gt;don't push me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm already on the edge.&lt;br /&gt;love, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;//NEVERSHOUTNEVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(isawesome)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ps. just a tip, don't overuse the phrase. just don't.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-3099828003787269718?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/3099828003787269718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/3099828003787269718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/04/churcheeeee-smelyalata.html' title='churcheeeee. smelyalata'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/SfP9VS1tGiI/AAAAAAAAAl8/X8L2fJpUeBs/s72-c/044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-6081943470053042391</id><published>2009-04-22T20:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T20:06:26.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kristy, Are You Doing Okay?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="WIDTH: 300px"&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/-MZHtzJyUF/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/-MZHtzJyUF/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 1px; 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fresh and bright&lt;/strong&gt;, as compared to the &lt;strong&gt;tired-looking stressed-out&lt;/strong&gt; students the rest of the school has.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's right though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it seems like i'm trying to be&lt;em&gt; superwoman &lt;/em&gt;by forcing myself to study NOW. Few people are mugging like crazy, and well, i'm one of the few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it too early to mug? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Everyone has theories that going too fast too early would eventually cause your engine to fail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want my engine to die out in the middle of the mountain climb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr M. talked to me after class today.&lt;br /&gt;He said he was very disappointed in my history essay marks. I was too for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;So then he asked me why i was doing so badly. &lt;u&gt;I told him i was just deadbeat and tired.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's when I had an epiphany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe I wasn't made to be a mugger. but my psychological program is so screwed that i think i am. and maybe i've been slacking off way too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i can't get it straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;have i been slacking too much? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;or have i been working myself too hard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;help D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the meantime, i'll be stuck here at home, feeling&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; awful and miserable and uncomfortable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and bestie, i know you're trying for me, but please stop trying to be superman ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-4755589273710559692?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/4755589273710559692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/4755589273710559692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-want-to-be-superwoman-can-i-handle-it.html' title='I want to be Superwoman. can i handle it?'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-8935764389240614032</id><published>2009-04-21T18:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T19:06:16.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>studystudystudy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PEOPLE.&lt;/strong&gt; STOP. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TELLING. ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TO. EAT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;MUSHROOMS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;explanation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you see, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mario eats mushrooms and what happens&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HE GETS BIGGER&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;and so, if i eat mushrooms, people think i'll get bigger too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pfft.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;incase you've forgotten, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mario also shoots cannons after he's eaten tons of mushrooms&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(during Biology)&lt;br /&gt;(via sms.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Me: practical for sexual reproduction?&lt;br /&gt;Xinhao: OF COURSE! Who do you want for a partner?&lt;br /&gt;Me: ....&lt;br /&gt;Xinhao: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You can do pair work, group work, class effort, or solo.&lt;/span&gt; Which one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xinhao: Now you know why the chairs in the labs have holes.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Now i know why there are curtains everywhere too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What an intelligent conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to announce that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Andrew has successfully made something that isn't snot come out of my nose twice&lt;/span&gt; so far. And both, i think, were intentional. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"I can't breathe."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really had so much fun studying today after school for some reason. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*big wide grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also have come to the realization that I haven't been spending time with Roi, and we have now fallen back into the pattern of studying after school everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel like a bliddy study-freak this year&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, that concludes today's chapter of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i might add that I HAVE TWO BLIDDY PIMPLES THAT ARE EWEWEWEWEWYUCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-8935764389240614032?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/8935764389240614032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/8935764389240614032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/04/studystudystudy.html' title='studystudystudy.'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-6148771161875371310</id><published>2009-04-19T21:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:10:55.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you know there's a problem when you can't pull a straight face.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/SesvnZMRHTI/AAAAAAAAAjs/U1ghGyWVTvA/s1600-h/DSC09743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326403338119486770" style="WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/SesvnZMRHTI/AAAAAAAAAjs/U1ghGyWVTvA/s320/DSC09743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/SesvnSoSlXI/AAAAAAAAAjk/gTR6iWkNHdo/s1600-h/DSC00722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326403336357975410" style="WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px" alt="" 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/Sesuha6vL5I/AAAAAAAAAi8/wiIL98DCygQ/s1600-h/DSC00570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326402135991988114" style="WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/Sesuha6vL5I/AAAAAAAAAi8/wiIL98DCygQ/s320/DSC00570.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/Sesuhec2FvI/AAAAAAAAAi0/As6HnB-wgSE/s1600-h/DSC07294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326402136940353266" style="WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/Sesuhec2FvI/AAAAAAAAAi0/As6HnB-wgSE/s320/DSC07294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/SesugxvgZgI/AAAAAAAAAis/8z6vF6jzm9U/s1600-h/DSC07286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326402124939027970" style="WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/SesugxvgZgI/AAAAAAAAAis/8z6vF6jzm9U/s320/DSC07286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/Sesug80FnBI/AAAAAAAAAik/vJFJ4h6HGSA/s1600-h/DSC07282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326402127911033874" style="WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/Sesug80FnBI/AAAAAAAAAik/vJFJ4h6HGSA/s320/DSC07282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you can't help but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in every photo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you can't seem to pull an "emo" face,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then you know you're truly &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-6148771161875371310?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/6148771161875371310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/6148771161875371310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-know-theres-problem-when-you-cant.html' title='you know there&apos;s a problem when you can&apos;t pull a straight face.'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/SesvnZMRHTI/AAAAAAAAAjs/U1ghGyWVTvA/s72-c/DSC09743.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-8174293034510829024</id><published>2009-04-18T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T21:28:06.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>left unspoken.</title><content type='html'>this piece is beautiful. &lt;div&gt;amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it should have won, but no matter, winning isn't everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watch it, get the meaning behind it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think it's beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and watch it a few times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st time, get the overall feel of the movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;subsequent times, enjoy the beauty of the film work and the DIALOGUE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the dialogue is effing clever (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q_xy7am7cRI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q_xy7am7cRI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Do you want to go?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Besides, traffic will be a nightmare."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"This is not a test."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Don't let go."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-8174293034510829024?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/8174293034510829024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/8174293034510829024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/04/left-unspoken.html' title='left unspoken.'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-5869040087957724520</id><published>2009-04-15T21:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:02:11.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>madewithlove folkguitars</title><content type='html'>I know this might just be one stupid little mediocre thing to you, but I couldn't resist posting about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I met my first &lt;em&gt;considerate&lt;/em&gt; smoker today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out at PlazaSing's carpark cause it was too cold inside to wait for my mom, and i was just leaning against the railing listening to some music. This group of late-twenties people came out and one guy lit up his ciggy first. However, he walked down a flight of stairs to the lower deck and his friends were like, "what are you doing down there?!" and he gave me a look and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"smoke here lah. there got small kid eh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANKS FOR YOUR CONCERN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;but maybe, you should just quit your bad habit(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went shopping for a guitar today. I want that $502.90 one from Yamaha. (:&lt;br /&gt;It's a folk guitar, &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FS720S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; if i'm not wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty darn good, and the sound's really full, which is good. Plus, it has this black finish that is just &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;PURRTEEEEEE&lt;/span&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i went down to the 3rd floor(?). Found this store called &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;MADEWITHLOVE.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's this really cool scrapbooking store that has the coolest collection of scrapbooking materials ever. and there's workshops there and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i wanna work there part-time if i get the chance (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO EARN MONEY UGHUGHUGH. babysitting here i come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just realized i've lost my monthly income of $10-$20 ever since Gitta's family stopped coming to the same mass as mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer get to go to their house = tito Mon no longer needs my help = NO MONEY TO EARN D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right okay, gotta go shower and homework and stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-5869040087957724520?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/5869040087957724520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/5869040087957724520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/04/madewithlove-folkguitars.html' title='madewithlove folkguitars'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-1447552442479711831</id><published>2009-04-07T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T21:46:38.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pandemonium. (panda!)</title><content type='html'>Out of the pure pandemonium that is my life now, I have decided to take time off and blog.&lt;br /&gt;All for you lovely readers.&lt;br /&gt;not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, what a waste of our match today.&lt;br /&gt;We're leading 14-2, and then BOOMCLAPCLAPFIZZ,&lt;br /&gt;it starts to rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully we get to pick it up from the 3rd quarter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what another waste, stupid geography test today.&lt;br /&gt;If it were a class quiz, it'd be ownage. cause i knew the answers, CAUSE I STUDIED OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;But no, it wasn't counted in school marks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGHSIGHSIGHSIGHSIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing's I haven't done..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. English Book Review&lt;br /&gt;2. UPLOAD EXCHANGE PHOTOS&lt;br /&gt;3. SECTION JACKET DESIGN&lt;br /&gt;4. Class Tee design.&lt;br /&gt;5. Revision&lt;br /&gt;- Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;- Geography&lt;br /&gt;- History&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I JUST REMEMBER TOMORROW GOT HISTORY TEST SHIT SHIT SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay bye now byebyee. *panic*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oh and i even forgot about David A's signing today, ugh.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-1447552442479711831?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/1447552442479711831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/1447552442479711831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/04/pandemonium-panda.html' title='pandemonium. (panda!)'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-1869104219539096516</id><published>2009-04-05T20:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T20:27:47.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>harry potter is way better than twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Gosh, my dad keeps yelling at me.&lt;br /&gt;If i do something, he'll yell.&lt;br /&gt;If i don't do anything, he'll yell.&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is up with that????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that was just a sidetrack.&lt;br /&gt;This post has a point, strangely enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HARRY POTTER, or TWILIGHT&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CvvFiZyEyTA"&gt;(yeah i got this idea off of one of Hank Green's videos, the one of the harry potter song. there was this whole comment-debate thing and anyway...)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of how much I love Twilight, I'd still go with &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt; actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HP's been around since forever and I really did grow up reading it. For 7 years, it was my companion. Wait no, that can't be right, I can't remember if i could read it at 7 years old...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point is, I grew up with it, grew up with the characters and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUS, if you take a look at the storylines, Twilight is just kind of a supernatural modern Romeo and Juliet. Harry Potter has it's own little world stuck in London, which is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, i'd like to point out that I didn't do anything for Twilight, because i know it would never happen. Seriously, a vampire boyfriend? I'd be first in line if there was such a thing. but nooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I remember I was pretty disappointed on my 11th birthday. I thought i'd get a letter from Hogwarts, with an owl and everything. i felt super extra special for years and years because my birthday was the same as Harry's&lt;/span&gt; (: It still IS the same actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't cry when i figured Breaking Dawn was the last book in the Twilight Saga. But i was bawling when I reached the last few pages of the Deathly Hallows. I couldn't stop reading as much as i wanted to. &lt;strong&gt;I DIDN'T WANT THE STORY TO END!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I think everyone thinks Twilight is better, because it appeals to a more adult audience, whose presence can be felt more in the world. HP appeals to kids, who don't know how to create fansites or posters or shirts or whatever it is we can come up with now&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i made my point that HARRY POTTER IS BETTER&lt;em&gt;, (and the fact that JK Rowling managed to squeeze in gay/homosexual innuendos is a plus). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i don't care if you don't care what i just talked about in the entire post. Just wanted to prove a point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comment on this in the tagbox!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/nerimon"&gt;Alex&lt;/a&gt;'s video on Harry Potter's homosexuality... &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5grBzXKKe_E"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5grBzXKKe_E&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-1869104219539096516?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/1869104219539096516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/1869104219539096516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/04/harry-potter-is-way-better-than.html' title='harry potter is way better than twilight'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-9003115383569589810</id><published>2009-04-02T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T21:48:47.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>plastic cups, one point, let down.</title><content type='html'>Sigh, another day, another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally figured out the british accent, cause well, &lt;strong&gt;I CAN DO IT NOW YAY ME. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a little match with HGSS today, and seriously, WE LOST BY&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;POINT.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, the pain in that was in myself.&lt;br /&gt;I STOPPED after &lt;em&gt;just one quarter&lt;/em&gt;. I didn't know if i could continue or not, and i &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;regret&lt;/span&gt; it. I feel like a failure, because my stamina is like shit, and well, &lt;u&gt;THATS ALL IT TAKES TO RUIN MY POSITION. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coach said... Coach &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ALREADY&lt;/span&gt; said, my position is shakey, and unintentionally, i think i'm making it worse? At the point of time, I make it worse and only realise when it's over. And regret sinks deeper and deeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I let myself down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, my progress report isn't TOO bad, did &lt;em&gt;expectedly&lt;/em&gt; bad in Chinese, but that's about it really. Improved in my science, and dropped in my humanities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, i know what i did wrong for my humanities, so i'm kind of okay with my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Now, i have this drive to mug like crazy, and it's always there. That naggy feeling. Which means that at the end of this post, i would leave the computer and go study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, Anna is gonna study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ONE BEAUTIFUL THING I LEARNT TODAY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bryan was playing Stacko with those plastic cups we had, and well, i started playing, then Florence started playing, then JunLin started playing, and we all ended up playing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;(posting up vids soon.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALRIGHTY, study time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-9003115383569589810?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/9003115383569589810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/9003115383569589810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/04/plastic-cups-one-point-let-down.html' title='plastic cups, one point, let down.'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-8942205034371407093</id><published>2009-03-31T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:10:30.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMzg1MDg1MjIxMjUmcHQ9MTIzODUwODU2Nzc2NSZwPTQ2NjIxJmQ9Jmc9MSZ*PSZvPWRlNzg4NmQxYzgwZDRhMjc4ODUyYzkyMTZjNGRiODZj.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a title="Take the free personality test!" href="http://www.ipersonic.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Take the free personality test!" src="http://img.ipersonic.com/ENSI.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurhur. awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;(if you can find the ENTIRE description of this personality, it sounds alot like me. sort of.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-8942205034371407093?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/8942205034371407093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/8942205034371407093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/03/hurhur.html' title=''/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-1131341328074315196</id><published>2009-03-30T19:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T19:53:31.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hoedown hankerchief with a dead keith and peanut butter</title><content type='html'>hehehe, gave MiiChiang her present this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made her close her eyes when i put the bracelet on her (:&lt;br /&gt;I think she liked it.&lt;br /&gt;She &lt;em&gt;looked&lt;/em&gt; like it.&lt;br /&gt;She &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;KISSED&lt;/span&gt; me hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which made me forget to take a picture of her reaction &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*pouts*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh well, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BESTIEE HAPPY (belated) BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i want to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;murder&lt;/span&gt; Keith today. Really.&lt;br /&gt;Keith, you should watch out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First you pangseh. Then, WHAT THE HELL DID YOU SAY OMGGG~.&lt;br /&gt;made me blush like &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miley Cyrus - The Climb.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this fascination for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TAPPY&lt;/span&gt; games.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know what i mean, DJ Max and TapTapRevenge are some examples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOH. JamLegend.com is awesome if you have a wireless keyboard (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to those games ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I DID THE HOEDOWN THROWDOWN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;in the middle of the fourth floor.&lt;br /&gt;which was &lt;em&gt;awesome.&lt;/em&gt; hahahahaha,&lt;br /&gt;public humiliation (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, KEITH I STILL WANT TO KILL YOU .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, time to go chiong my overdue homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. There's this apparently well-dressed 40plus year old man around our school, asking for girls' hankerchiefs. And the entire time Mr Chua was describing this, the whole school was laughing cause he seemed to be describing himself. hmmm.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-1131341328074315196?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/1131341328074315196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/1131341328074315196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/03/hoedown-hankerchief-with-dead-keith-and.html' title='hoedown hankerchief with a dead keith and peanut butter'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-7183082093276655574</id><published>2009-03-29T12:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T12:40:59.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tumblr back up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ANNOUNCEMENT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my TUMBLR is back up and running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(atleast for now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;LINK IT TOO IF YOU CAN.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://checkyes-juliet.tumblr.com/"&gt;checkyes-juliet.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and even better yet, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GO JOIN TUMBLR!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-7183082093276655574?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/7183082093276655574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/7183082093276655574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/03/tumblr-back-up.html' title='tumblr back up!'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-1180026643256775962</id><published>2009-03-27T23:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T23:29:37.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>plain living.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It feels good to know people love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entire post shall be about &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;appreciation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; sectwo batch of councillors&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;ohmy, you guys seriously &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;brighten up my life&lt;/span&gt; everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I love recess cause i get to see you guys, and even though nothing interesting happens, it's still nice to know we'd stick through stuff together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my &lt;strong&gt;C-going-on-B div team, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys to death seriously and we gotta stick, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;stick like super glue&lt;/span&gt;. Really love going to training because i get to see all of ya'll, and we can all get high and random and be totally stupid together (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my &lt;strong&gt;section,&lt;/strong&gt; and to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; council board,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;School would never be the same without you guys.&lt;/span&gt; It'll be a boring, monotonous life without SC. Really. Even just having a simple section meeting or seeing all of us together makes me feel happy and good (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my &lt;em&gt;dear&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;KEITH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurhur you know why&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; i love you&lt;/span&gt; right right right! (funny eyebrow look)&lt;br /&gt;that's all that needs to be said.&lt;br /&gt;toodles honey~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(weird finger thing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to &lt;em&gt;THE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;MIICHIANG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just really love you to death because everytime you see me it's like you haven't seen me in YEARS and i love you for it! awww, it makes me feel really touched and loved you know (:&lt;br /&gt;appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is where i have an &lt;u&gt;epiphany&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I depend on others to get me through the day, which goes to show someone out there depends on me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're like a &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;card house&lt;/span&gt;. Each one is flimsy and weak, though some may stand out of course, but still, main point, WEAK. but stacked on one another, we depend on each other, and we can stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, just like the tree in the common test paper said, &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;we shouldn't be selfish and live for ourselves, but we should think of others and think of what we do for them just by plain living&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PLAIN LIVING&lt;/span&gt; PEOPLE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-1180026643256775962?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/1180026643256775962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/1180026643256775962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/03/plain-living.html' title='plain living.'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-2644270537316511404</id><published>2009-03-26T19:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T19:36:23.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>overeverything.</title><content type='html'>currently listening to : THE ALL-AMERICAN REJECTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lately, i've been feeling slightly &lt;strong&gt;overwhelmed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with just that sentence, the one reader reading this would immediately think, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"THEN GET OFF THE COMPUTER ANNA!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now you're nodding your head, cause you know &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i just read your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, point is, i have been feeling overworked, overwhelmed, just &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OVER-EVERYTHING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coach just told me, and only me, that my position in the school team is &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shakey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could only mean one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'M NOT DOING WHAT IS EXPECTED OF ME. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i can't push myself any further...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm trying my best.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really worried because this isn't the first time he's told me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know what else i can do to please the team, please my coach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stay up like most people late into the night studying, because i would lose out during the day cause i'll keep falling asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if i rest early, i'll lose out on study time. And eventually my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;My time management is crap, and no workshop will change that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Where to focus my energy on, and at what time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's my &lt;em&gt;brilliant&lt;/em&gt; plan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Turn into a super antisocial person who does nothing but mugmugmug during her free time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that's just not me!&lt;br /&gt;I need &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FUN, EXCITEMENT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which brings me to how everything i go through everyday has become &lt;u&gt;monotonous&lt;/u&gt; and boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ROUTINE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that's how life is supposed to be, but even little things like walking a different way home is a surprise, a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really tired already, there's no more steam to keep this engine going.&lt;br /&gt;and the same routine everyday is just making it worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;just a little change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;try a little change&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i found out i share something really important with hsintung, which i don't want to share with her.&lt;br /&gt;(because it might put a strain on our friendship)&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;i don't know if i should pursue it, because i don't even know what to do with my current situation, ahemahem. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and it would be slightly easier to LET IT GO, if we knew what the other side wants too. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right hsintung?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i shall stop moaning and whining now like a kid and just tell you all that ANDREW CHUA really sounds like a donkey sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EEYOOOORREEEEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-2644270537316511404?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/2644270537316511404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/2644270537316511404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/03/overeverything.html' title='overeverything.'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-6212318325271241863</id><published>2009-03-21T21:23:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T22:37:07.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm at Ariel's house now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND IM LOVING HER ROOM LIKE OMFG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i shall post about camp in a little while, when i have time, i promise this time.&lt;br /&gt;But for now, i shall raid ariel's files.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have i found?&lt;br /&gt;(btw, she's writing me a love letter on graph paper with a quill and ink. seriously.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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otherwise stated. please do not be taken aback nor freak out if she sounded spastic or retarded, or otherwise weird. remain calm and continue scrolling down for everything has to end. right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i shall go read her letter and write her one back now. take care on your journey with her. it could be dangerous. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wait, what am i saying? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;how can ariel be dangerous&lt;/span&gt;? SHE'S A RADIO PIRATE THAT STOLE MEXICO FROM THE PORTUGESALS! :O&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ohhhhh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;OHHHHH.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;OOOOOH LALALALA. :D&lt;br /&gt;*starts to break out into the twilight-parody-from-niga-higa song*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/ScTyPY1NnTI/AAAAAAAAAic/pORD8VN5v0A/s1600-h/IMG_6286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315639806381628722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/ScTyPY1NnTI/AAAAAAAAAic/pORD8VN5v0A/s320/IMG_6286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; if you havent noticed, thats cheska with the glasses and the flyaway fringe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/ScTxZmCOtoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/HJCy5JGIPI8/s1600-h/IMGP0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315638882212951682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/ScTxZmCOtoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/HJCy5JGIPI8/s320/IMGP0052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Deep. Fried. Guacamole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/ScTxZSn5o5I/AAAAAAAAAiM/4arKN-KI5GI/s1600-h/IMG_7149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315638877002245010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/ScTxZSn5o5I/AAAAAAAAAiM/4arKN-KI5GI/s320/IMG_7149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mr. Moustache&lt;/span&gt;! Whatever happened to your beard? Come, come, dont cry now. We do hair transplants, so do not fret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/ScTxZGDtzuI/AAAAAAAAAiE/hmZffFu7LZo/s1600-h/IMG_7136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315638873629249250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/ScTxZGDtzuI/AAAAAAAAAiE/hmZffFu7LZo/s320/IMG_7136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Because we're awesome, and you cant join us. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/ScTxY5ivm8I/AAAAAAAAAh8/95FH9XqqaF4/s1600-h/DSC02498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315638870269729730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/ScTxY5ivm8I/AAAAAAAAAh8/95FH9XqqaF4/s320/DSC02498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ishh my camewa. ppppbbbblthhhhh!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315638867557807890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/ScTxYvcK9xI/AAAAAAAAAh0/uomOlwsxPN8/s320/DSC02485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im as awesome as this wall. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/ScTvs8FXB8I/AAAAAAAAAhs/BkbQUPphlw4/s1600-h/DSC02254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315637015525918658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/ScTvs8FXB8I/AAAAAAAAAhs/BkbQUPphlw4/s320/DSC02254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cause im just a little bit caught in the middle,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is a maze, and love is a riddle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/ScTvsprURUI/AAAAAAAAAhk/vv8hqMkznz8/s1600-h/DSC02238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315637010584847682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/ScTvsprURUI/AAAAAAAAAhk/vv8hqMkznz8/s320/DSC02238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; RED ALERT. CAMERA UPSIDE DOWN ABUSE! ALERT. GAH. HUMBUG. BOOOOOO! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/ScTvsCAbYdI/AAAAAAAAAhc/eZNANn8zXQw/s1600-h/DSC02219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315636999935975890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/ScTvsCAbYdI/AAAAAAAAAhc/eZNANn8zXQw/s320/DSC02219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; pondering life. and love. and war. yep, thats what she's doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/ScTvrsfCXFI/AAAAAAAAAhU/UkdR4FGyVrg/s1600-h/DSC02212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315636994158779474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/ScTvrsfCXFI/AAAAAAAAAhU/UkdR4FGyVrg/s320/DSC02212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; you know you love us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/ScTvrh0F8DI/AAAAAAAAAhM/6G9W7j9KSrA/s1600-h/DSC02174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315636991294304306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/ScTvrh0F8DI/AAAAAAAAAhM/6G9W7j9KSrA/s320/DSC02174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steph: "weeeeaaaahhhhh!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cheskoo: " ? :D " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ariel: "OOMPALOOMPA, IM A BAKKWA."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha. cant touch this, na na na na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/ScTu0uLiAqI/AAAAAAAAAhE/OK2V0LI7pME/s1600-h/DSC02151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315636049721033378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/ScTu0uLiAqI/AAAAAAAAAhE/OK2V0LI7pME/s320/DSC02151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; People from takashimaya suddenly gasped at the sight of these ravishing young cows stepping out of a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jane Austen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; book (from Kino, of course). They'd just gone for a midday stroll with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Mr Darcy, Mr. Edward Ferrars, and Heathcliff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (he escaped from his stupid bloody moors book).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/ScTu0RB6soI/AAAAAAAAAg8/ZER5lZ-T_IY/s1600-h/DSC01904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315636041896080002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/ScTu0RB6soI/AAAAAAAAAg8/ZER5lZ-T_IY/s320/DSC01904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Run, baby! Run!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/ScTu0cQjGsI/AAAAAAAAAg0/tz6R8Pp1_us/s1600-h/IMG_7419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315636044910238402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/ScTu0cQjGsI/AAAAAAAAAg0/tz6R8Pp1_us/s320/IMG_7419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Santa baby, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just slip a sable under the tree, for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Been an awful good girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Santa baby,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; so hurry down the chimney tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315636038977665138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/ScTu0GKHOHI/AAAAAAAAAgs/CpaNHySR_NI/s320/DSC00633.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/ScTuziBHdzI/AAAAAAAAAgk/sZBPBQNgDbE/s1600-h/Christmas+2003+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315636029276256050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/ScTuziBHdzI/AAAAAAAAAgk/sZBPBQNgDbE/s320/Christmas+2003+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 'Cause its the best time of our life. Note the dresses, and the closeness of bart, joe &amp;amp; ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/ScTsdWLNYYI/AAAAAAAAAgc/P-IdrPeWuTw/s1600-h/PICT0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315633449116983682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/ScTsdWLNYYI/AAAAAAAAAgc/P-IdrPeWuTw/s320/PICT0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Migs!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Guel!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahah. Poor Miguel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/ScTsdSJVIsI/AAAAAAAAAgU/kBa4SB0QnSE/s1600-h/DSC03041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315633448035361474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/ScTsdSJVIsI/AAAAAAAAAgU/kBa4SB0QnSE/s320/DSC03041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ALERT&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pink shirts? check.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pink shirts &lt;em&gt;with stripes and squares&lt;/em&gt;? check.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeans? check.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Glasses? check.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nerdy nerd awesomeness? check.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah Rah and Cheska Doodle. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/ScTsdFDdcQI/AAAAAAAAAgM/XxRKMTbZF5I/s1600-h/DSC03072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315633444521079042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/ScTsdFDdcQI/AAAAAAAAAgM/XxRKMTbZF5I/s320/DSC03072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315633437111601250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/ScTscpc5yGI/AAAAAAAAAgE/Pt-B_uB3jrw/s320/DSC03088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/ScTsctqDQFI/AAAAAAAAAf8/jb2URcpbmvo/s1600-h/DSC03079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315633438240489554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/ScTsctqDQFI/AAAAAAAAAf8/jb2URcpbmvo/s320/DSC03079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, yeah. We &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;meant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to look like that. Uh huh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye bye birdie, from Ariel! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheskuur kur is writing me a graph paper love book, and my &lt;s&gt;quill&lt;/s&gt; ink doesnt like her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(this is where you double over laughing at someone else's expense)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But my computer does! ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(this is where you go "awwwwww")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she doesnt like me that much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(this is where you make angry huffs and noises and swear that you will love Ariel forever and ever and ever and ever and ever)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whooops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GASP! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;iloveyou&lt;/span&gt;cheskadingdonggooolygooly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-6212318325271241863?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=50edf3daa40787b2&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=97b78bd42eab0cb1&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/6212318325271241863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/6212318325271241863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-at-ariels-house-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/ScTyPY1NnTI/AAAAAAAAAic/pORD8VN5v0A/s72-c/IMG_6286.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-7234932818323231252</id><published>2009-03-19T10:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T10:58:46.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogskin change.</title><content type='html'>Finally changed my blogskin after all this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One hour to camp reporting time, ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so freakin out cause i might forget something.&lt;br /&gt;ahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to say i changed my blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHEMspasticAHEM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-7234932818323231252?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/7234932818323231252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/7234932818323231252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/03/blogskin-change.html' title='blogskin change.'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-2684262529124487479</id><published>2009-03-17T21:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T21:34:42.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>topurpledino;loveholybanana.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;忍&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that's a motto worth sticking to.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(to my purple anorexic dino.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life means ups, and downs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People make you smile, or frown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Flowers bend and break through the wind, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but a tree stands tall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just think, think back to that paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The tree, it talked, about living. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's never really for yourself, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but mostly for birds to sing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;somewhere, out there, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes someone's wishing too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that same bright star,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just reaching for the blue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this year's gonna be tough.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's &lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt; gonna be rough.&lt;br /&gt;Everything's gonna be what we expected, and more.&lt;br /&gt;So maybe we should raise our expectations,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;over-estimate the world as we know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for the sake of ourselves, and those depending on us,&lt;br /&gt;we have to keep pushing.&lt;br /&gt;we'll be the &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;little engines that could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stay strong, hold on. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(love your yellow holy banana.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-2684262529124487479?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/2684262529124487479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/2684262529124487479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/03/topurpledinoloveholybanana.html' title='topurpledino;loveholybanana.'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-9085489643291323592</id><published>2009-03-16T23:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T23:09:45.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah i'm a dreamer.</title><content type='html'>Young hearts,&lt;br /&gt;I believe that we are not far&lt;br /&gt;From becoming who we truly are&lt;br /&gt;Love is on its way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dreamers, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You see everything in color&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the world is getting darker&lt;br /&gt;Love is on its way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hold on another day&lt;br /&gt;Cuz love is on its way&lt;br /&gt;You’ll find it’s gonna be okay&lt;br /&gt;Cuz loves is on its way&lt;br /&gt;It’s alright, you'll find a brighter day&lt;br /&gt;Cuz love is on its way&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaders,&lt;br /&gt;Show us how to love each other&lt;br /&gt;It could help us to recover&lt;br /&gt;Love is on its way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonely,&lt;br /&gt;I believe that you will find me&lt;br /&gt;And together we will truly see&lt;br /&gt;Love is on its way&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hold on another day&lt;br /&gt;Cuz love is on its way&lt;br /&gt;You’ll find it’s gonna be okay&lt;br /&gt;Cuz loves is on its way&lt;br /&gt;It’s alright, you'll find a brighter day&lt;br /&gt;Cuz love is on its way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Hold on another day&lt;br /&gt;Cuz love is on its way&lt;br /&gt;You’ll find it’s gonna be okay&lt;br /&gt;Cuz loves is on its way&lt;br /&gt;It’s alright, you'll find a brighter day&lt;br /&gt;Cuz love is on its way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz love is on its way&lt;br /&gt;Cuz love is on its way&lt;br /&gt;Cuz love is on its way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-9085489643291323592?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/9085489643291323592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/9085489643291323592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/03/yeah-im-dreamer.html' title='yeah i&apos;m a dreamer.'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-7353813230188015855</id><published>2009-03-16T11:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T11:36:03.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>perfect writing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;cause you're my bestfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;and you'll never be replaced. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;so put on that smile i love so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;cause it always makes my heart race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT A LINED BOOK WITH THE HARDCOVER TO WRITE IN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;criteria to be fulfilled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;1. preferably a compact size, though not too small, and not too big either&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2. LINES HAVE TO BE PERFECTLY SPACED. i like the spacing between the school paper. that's a good spacing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3. HARDBOUND. or else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday beauty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Today, I woke up with the sun shining in my face, and birds chirping outside. It's nice. Peaceful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;life is filled with self-conversations and rhetheorical questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-7353813230188015855?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/7353813230188015855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/7353813230188015855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/03/perfect-writing.html' title='perfect writing.'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-2977020034405980008</id><published>2009-03-16T11:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T11:22:24.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love records. and Borders.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/Sb3FMyatdLI/AAAAAAAAAf0/-6waYG1xuwE/s1600-h/black_and_white_02_by_resa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313619958849959090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/Sb3FMyatdLI/AAAAAAAAAf0/-6waYG1xuwE/s320/black_and_white_02_by_resa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think records are cool. It's the new IN thing.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, my dad won't let me fiddle with his record player, so i have no idea how to play the records. I do love it's quality though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;old-hollywood-glamor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which i love too (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;OH YAY.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SC camp is just DAYS away. Another &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;happiness meter&lt;/span&gt; boost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm gonna bring homework, and then i'll sit down with Kaline and Bryan and whoever else sec twos are there. And we'll put in the anti-climax of the camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HOMEWORK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt that most people in school died. Isn't that scary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were guns and knives and people chasing each other. I don't know WHY we were getting killed, but we were. And it all took place at night, so when for some reason, all the lights were turned on and more people and police and officials started filing in, everything became clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;People drowned (in the lake no less.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people like me were &lt;em&gt;traumatized.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we had a train(?!) running through our school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;BARBEQUE PITS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But scary. &lt;u&gt;I do believe I woke up crying&lt;/u&gt;, because I think I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOVING ON......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what's wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's holiday, and i make plans to go out, and then &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BAM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get sick. (but it's a managable flu now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BUT ITS ACOMPANIED WITH AN ITCHY EYE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've got to be kidding me -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOH, and if you ever go to Borders' in Parkway, go straight to the place where they sell the notebooks and stuff, and buy me that &lt;u&gt;TRAVEL STAMP NOTEBOOK.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that costs &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;$26.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or you could just stay at the entrance of the store and buy the &lt;u&gt;NUMBER 2 TWILIGHT POSTER &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which costs&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;$16.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is why Borders' pwns. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-2977020034405980008?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/2977020034405980008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/2977020034405980008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-records-and-borders.html' title='i love records. and Borders.'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/Sb3FMyatdLI/AAAAAAAAAf0/-6waYG1xuwE/s72-c/black_and_white_02_by_resa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-3862915527414704875</id><published>2009-03-15T19:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T19:20:38.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>guys + skinnies = ew.</title><content type='html'>Just finished posting some pictures on the class blog.&lt;br /&gt;From last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling super &lt;strong&gt;tired&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's cause i don't get my &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;happiness meter&lt;/span&gt; way up in the clouds anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Yuling was just moping about grades,&lt;br /&gt;and i told her it was possible for her to &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;shoot up into the sky like the lava from a volcano&lt;/span&gt; if she tried hard enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice use of metaphors, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GIMMICK THIS TUESDAY&lt;/span&gt; OH YEAH (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that'll help my tired-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, i'm not tired.&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;em&gt;lethargic&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put the term right.&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;LETHARGIC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gimmickgimmickgimmickgimmick~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*happy dance*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have i been up to lately?&lt;br /&gt;nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but i have for some reason been people watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what really irritates me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You heard me.&lt;br /&gt;guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? &lt;em&gt;CAUSE OF HOW THEY DRESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, have they never picked up a single fashion magazine, or watched something STYLE related?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(never mind, don't answer that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because well honestly, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;SKINNY JEANS DONT WORK ON GUYS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just looks wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lifeinservice.files.wordpress.com/2006/10/brian-emo-01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 640px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://lifeinservice.files.wordpress.com/2006/10/brian-emo-01.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that looks good to you, you have &lt;strong&gt;bad taste&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm sorry&lt;/span&gt;, but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Where are those BAGGY JEANS people!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images2.pacsun.com/is/servlet/izoom/PacSunProducts/2924751_01?$cj_product$" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's better. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Guys, go save up to buy yourselves a nice decent pair of Levi's jeans.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And you know what else i think is &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;gross&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;non-full length pants, like 3/4 or something.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You can't figure out if it's shorts, or PANTS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Which is disgusting for some reason. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or maybe the skinny jeans TREND is only &lt;em&gt;here&lt;/em&gt;. Because back home, i've seen a few guys trying it out, but it doesnt start a full on trend. Cause &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;EVERYONE KNOWS IT LOOKS WEIRD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;back home you've got the &lt;u&gt;polo shirt and the baggy jeans&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;much better. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;RIGHT. enough. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't want to start a rant. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ciao,. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-3862915527414704875?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/3862915527414704875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/3862915527414704875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/03/guys-skinnies-ew.html' title='guys + skinnies = ew.'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-3963555151554564147</id><published>2009-03-07T19:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T19:27:27.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>taylor swift. i want my own songs.</title><content type='html'>I love and hate the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E! channel&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching this special, on Taylor Swift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i love Taylor Swift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's like, &lt;strong&gt;my idol&lt;/strong&gt; or something (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, it's making me cringe with jealousy at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;it's like, giving me inspiration. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;and more drive to buy a guitar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;and motivation to start writing again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There hasn't been a single song coming out of my brain since last year.&lt;br /&gt;And i feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna be spouting out random sentences that make sense in my brain, but won't string so well in this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;There's this drive I have, always, to write. Write a song. Write a song about me, my life, people, guys, troubles, EVERYTHING. And i'm like, i already know the piano, so i wanna learn the guitar, hence the need to buy a guitar, just to try it out. You know? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The same drive is pushing me, you know, making me look up to Taylor, cause she was just so normal, and now this huge star! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ANYWAY, sometimes, i can actually write some songs, that are actually nice. And you know, i can't really do it PROPERLY with a piano, cause well, no passion eh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;But i'm intending to do it with the guitar, so i really really really really want a guitar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i really want to get that guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And i really need that notebook, those big A4 sized notebooks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(not the ringbound ones. i like those that seem to be glued together. but they can't be like the scream city kind, cause those break easily.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, that's why i love and hate the E! channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lexie Hayden rocks. &lt;a href="http://myspace.com/lexiehayden"&gt;http://myspace.com/lexiehayden&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/lexiehayden"&gt;http://youtube.com/lexiehayden&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Swift rocks alot. &lt;a href="http://myspace.com/taylorswift"&gt;http://myspace.com/taylorswift&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciaoooo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-3963555151554564147?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/3963555151554564147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/3963555151554564147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/03/taylor-swift-i-want-my-own-songs.html' title='taylor swift. i want my own songs.'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-2687464357513482743</id><published>2009-03-05T19:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T20:20:48.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tonsilytis, seventh heaven</title><content type='html'>WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;AMAZING.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got sick again.&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGOODNESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tonsilytis&lt;/span&gt;? (i don't know how to spell it eh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, it means my tonsils are &lt;strong&gt;very inflamed and swollen&lt;/strong&gt;, just like last year.&lt;br /&gt;And just like last year, it happened around this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Coincidence?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to add to that, I have this ulcer, right at the back of my mouth, which itches(?)&lt;br /&gt;whatever. Basically it kinda hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now, my mouth is pretty &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;uncomfortable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND YOU KNOW I WAS LAUGHING WHEN THE DOCTOR TOLD ME WHAT THE ULCER WAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, it's a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;STRESS ULCER&lt;/span&gt;. yes, you heard me.&lt;br /&gt;STRESS.&lt;br /&gt;But it's not like, stress stress, it's immune system stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And an immune system that is under stress, is a weak one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and a weak immune system is caused by late sleeping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;AHEMAHEM, &lt;strong&gt;LATE SLEEPING&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i might have made it to school, since it's kinda like sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, because it is TONSILYTIS(whatever), it is somehow accompanied by fever, and since &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;my fever is constantly at 37.9, it's kinda giving me dizzy spells, and headaches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't make it to school today because of this.&lt;br /&gt;AND, i won't make it to school tomorrow either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OH MY, HISTORY TEST, WHEN SHALL WE BE TOGETHER AGAIN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(drama queen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom bought me this cute little&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ORANGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; frock from &lt;em&gt;Mango&lt;/em&gt; the other day.&lt;br /&gt;It's fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;I love the color! It just &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;POPS&lt;/span&gt; in your face.&lt;br /&gt;Like &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;bubblegum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes almost forgot, one thing i like about this sickness,&lt;br /&gt;is what i get to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, &lt;u&gt;NO RESTRICTIONS&lt;/u&gt; baby!&lt;br /&gt;Doc even told me, cold food like yogurt and icecream would be good.&lt;br /&gt;Like, how cool is that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, downside is i have to stay at home, because my temperature makes everything feel cold, even the slightest gust of wind. So, i have to stay home where i can get the temperature regulated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that made me think i sounded very spoiled. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atleast, i have my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;SEVENTH HEAVEN&lt;/span&gt; series to get me through.&lt;br /&gt;Oh how i love that show.&lt;br /&gt;It's so homely and family-y and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Life lessons, ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i gotta rest now, ciao people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-2687464357513482743?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/2687464357513482743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/2687464357513482743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/03/tonsilytis-seventh-heaven.html' title='tonsilytis, seventh heaven'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-1237219600216976868</id><published>2009-03-01T16:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T16:39:40.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i really have to find underground music.&lt;br /&gt;PRONTO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i don't know, but i just gotta say this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You don't just throw around the words so sweet, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you don't just say them to everyone you meet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You'll build them up, "finally someone cares"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and then, to find out no, he/she didn't really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You don't say these words, just cause you feel like it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;just cause you think they'd make anyone feel good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You don't just say it, for the sake of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you say it with heart, with feeling, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;with truth, honesty and everything in between. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you say it cause you mean it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and you want your sweetheart to believe it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-1237219600216976868?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/1237219600216976868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/1237219600216976868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-really-have-to-find-underground-music.html' title=''/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-6162177612411640284</id><published>2009-03-01T15:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T16:13:32.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>desperation boulevard and annabananasypnocitis,</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ohmygoooooosh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. yes, &lt;em&gt;goo-shh.&lt;/em&gt; that's how you say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasted about 45 minutes bloghopping. And replying emails.&lt;br /&gt;So before the hour is up, i'll actually post something now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really went on this week. Um, yeah, i have this sudden &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;study-and-don't-study&lt;/span&gt; virus.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what that is?&lt;br /&gt;Well here's a definition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;study-don't-study virus, &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;annabananasypnocitis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;A virus that affects your brain, giving you the motivational drive to&lt;br /&gt;study, however it also implements a lazy factor in your brain, so you want to&lt;br /&gt;study, but is to lazy to.&lt;br /&gt;Side effects include dizzyness and severe guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE YOU GO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to Bea's new house yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I went there to TALK to people, and guess what.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone brought laptops and PSPs and whatever and we ended up BARELY talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;the non-techno-group = Bea, Angelo, and me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH OMG THEN WE MIGHT AS WELL HAVE STAYED AT HOME D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. Technological advances seriously suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the only reason this post is even up, is because of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;dear blahblahblah,&lt;br /&gt;yes for some reason i actually listened to your blahness and decided that i&lt;br /&gt;might as well try to please you by typing out this absolutely nonsensical,&lt;br /&gt;random, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;OMG LIGHTNING JUST FLASHED&lt;/span&gt;, blog post.&lt;br /&gt;Be happy. I usually don't do this for anyone.&lt;br /&gt;Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's this entire chorus that's been stuck in my head,&lt;br /&gt;and the irritating thing was that, I CAN'T CONTINUE IT.&lt;br /&gt;so i shall share it here and see who has suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;baby, rain was coming down,&lt;br /&gt;all we did was drive around.&lt;br /&gt;no going nowhere,&lt;br /&gt;wasn't all fair.&lt;br /&gt;headed the wrong way down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;desperation boulevard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know it doesn't even rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;It's supposed to be a song, but if it doesn't rhyme or even SOUND good, well, there's no point now aint there?&lt;br /&gt;But i just have this NEED to write it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;desperation boulevard&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice ring to it actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. My hour's up and it's time to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;annabananasypnocitis&lt;/em&gt; is creeping back in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEESH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cause i was never just ordinary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-6162177612411640284?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/6162177612411640284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/6162177612411640284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/03/desperation-boulevard-and.html' title='desperation boulevard and annabananasypnocitis,'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-7357799337059688262</id><published>2009-02-20T20:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T20:29:19.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>never say never &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/SZ6hwFS4eFI/AAAAAAAAAcg/O6tEnLie5Ek/s1600-h/DSC07085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304855258516191314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/SZ6hwFS4eFI/AAAAAAAAAcg/O6tEnLie5Ek/s320/DSC07085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEVER SAY NEVER&lt;/strong&gt; IS AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;go search for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/SZ6hv_hZ3jI/AAAAAAAAAcY/0Ybb7LRwQsk/s1600-h/DSC02143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304855256966487602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/SZ6hv_hZ3jI/AAAAAAAAAcY/0Ybb7LRwQsk/s320/DSC02143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anyway, just another week has gone by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a look at my planner and realised, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OHMYABCDEFGAWSH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have 3 weeks of school left to term break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/SZ6hv5v57RI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/GvUBEuUWxD8/s1600-h/DSC06229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304855255416696082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/SZ6hv5v57RI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/GvUBEuUWxD8/s320/DSC06229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woooooooow.&lt;br /&gt;Time flies when you're having fun.&lt;br /&gt;And i think i'm having the best rollercoaster ride in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/SZ6hvjFo3_I/AAAAAAAAAcI/Isw-mKo6Nzk/s1600-h/DSC06599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304855249333837810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/SZ6hvjFo3_I/AAAAAAAAAcI/Isw-mKo6Nzk/s320/DSC06599.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay i'm done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-7357799337059688262?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/7357799337059688262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/7357799337059688262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/02/never-say-never-3.html' title='never say never &lt;3'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/SZ6hwFS4eFI/AAAAAAAAAcg/O6tEnLie5Ek/s72-c/DSC07085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-8241531947027977123</id><published>2009-02-18T19:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T19:31:59.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>well, it's wednesday.</title><content type='html'>Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been, a rollercoaster.&lt;br /&gt;And yet we're only halfway through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone who's been concerned and all.&lt;br /&gt;It's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this whole episode happened, simply because of ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so wrong to think i could approach her about this.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's what did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i just should try and gain some self-confidence.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think i have enough.&lt;br /&gt;Insecurity issues eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so confused, it really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i'm seriously regretting not trying out for talent time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-8241531947027977123?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/8241531947027977123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/8241531947027977123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/02/well-its-wednesday.html' title='well, it&apos;s wednesday.'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-279659580490588538</id><published>2009-02-14T23:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T23:21:28.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy valentine's day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/SZbgb4R8EuI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6-RzCN8UJF4/s1600-h/mondays_rain_III_by_mbdsgn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302672380844053218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/SZbgb4R8EuI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6-RzCN8UJF4/s320/mondays_rain_III_by_mbdsgn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something bout that picture just makes me wanna burst out in song.&lt;br /&gt;Specifically &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FEARLESS - TAYLOR SWIFT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have one very very important thing to say to alot of people,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;VALENTINE'S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i wanna thank everyone who gave me presents.&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;Love them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay there. i let it out. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i can sleep peacefully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-279659580490588538?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/279659580490588538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/279659580490588538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='happy valentine&apos;s day'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/SZbgb4R8EuI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6-RzCN8UJF4/s72-c/mondays_rain_III_by_mbdsgn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-4530859317592248046</id><published>2009-02-11T19:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T19:11:48.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>abnormal insanity.</title><content type='html'>So anyway, i should be studying some useless crap from our Literature book right now, but&lt;strong&gt; i'm not.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be doing my maths worksheet now, &lt;strong&gt;but i'm not.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't be using the computer now, &lt;strong&gt;but I am.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah, i really am &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;sdrawkcab &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny story this morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I had to go see some people at the concourse really early in the morning, so i went to my class to drop off my stuff, and i began walking through the new block and when i rounded a corner, the uncle guy popped out from somewhere and began talking to me about sign language.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And since i was rather distracted trying to restart my heart, i didn't understand what he was talking about until about 2 minutes into the blabbering. Wow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;so yep, afterwards, i just continued walking and by now i'm only bout halfway, around the science lab area, and i realised all the doors to the preparation rooms and the labs are all OPEN and it's really really dark. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and only then did i realise that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It's freakin' dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is where &lt;em&gt;i start to panic and quicken my pace&lt;/em&gt;, and attempt to draw my attention away from above-stated facts. Which is infact impossible when &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;the lake is a midnight black and perfectly reflects the perfectly round luminescent moon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sucks right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we skip right along past the boring school part, and now we come to this part of my life, where I have decided to take some PRECIOUS time out of my schedule to write this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I don't know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I kinda regret applying for the writing course, and i kinda want it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;cause it coincides with the sec2 camp, which i really wanna go to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(for reasons i'll only tell my closest friends)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;but well, it's a good oppurtunity, and if i don't get in this year, well then great! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I can try again next year, AND go for sec2 camp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;But somehow, well, i don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to go study about Ponyboy and Darry and Dally and Johnny and Soda now.&lt;br /&gt;Cheerio~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-4530859317592248046?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/4530859317592248046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/4530859317592248046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/02/abnormal-insanity.html' title='abnormal insanity.'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-8616139326173284937</id><published>2009-02-08T20:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T20:40:48.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 facts. or is it?</title><content type='html'>Contrary to popular demand, i have decided to put this in point-form-ish,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm sorry to people if i haven't exactly replied your tags.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't really gotten time. And if you have my IM, you'd notice i haven't been online much either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have i actually gotten over my "addiction"? Wow. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Fabulous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Back to point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;20 things I learnt this weekend&lt;/span&gt; (prolly in chronological order.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Marie and I are so gonna get famous. Yeah, cause &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;we're so totally blonde it's pink&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I LOVE NETBALL C DIV TO DEATH&lt;/span&gt; AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Just by posting those two facts, i have ruined my plan for this to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chronological&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. gah. I love my friends. I just have the craziest times with them. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AND JANINE HAS BECOME A PERMENANT FIXTURE IN OUR GROUP!&lt;/span&gt; YAYYYYYYYYY. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;thank you angelo ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I have very weak legs. Specifically my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ankles&lt;/span&gt;. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. People say i dress nicely. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Why thank you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TOM MILSOM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IS STILL&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HOTTEST &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PERSON &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ALIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;AHAHAHA. no i'm kidding. but his songs are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Gavin can sing&lt;/span&gt;. wow. amazing. So now we can conclude that our YFs are pretty much all very musically inclined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I love &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;black and white &lt;/span&gt;now. Isn't that great? So plain. So wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10. I'm drifting away from the one girl i used to call "my bestfriend". Why? I dont know. But i'm afraid to patch it up. Because it's her life. And our pieces just don't fit anymore. Maybe it's just time to push it away, even if you still want it close. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I like watching the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Hallmark Channel&lt;/span&gt;. do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Oh yes, if my nose is blocked,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i can actually snort while laughing.&lt;/span&gt; EEK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I WANT TO GET SOMETHING FROM STEPH THIS VALENTINE'S WHEEEE&lt;/span&gt;~ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;preferably a pink heart with pink hearts all over it&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;okay no please, don't do that if you value OUR sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I want to watch Bride Wars, and Benjamin Button. And that Angus, Thongs and Snogging movie! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; I. Need. To. Grow. Yep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TOM MILSOM IS STILL HOT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Joshua likes to think he's really tall. And so does Russell. But in reality, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that's only when they're standing next to me.&lt;/span&gt; pffftttttttttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I realised the Marina Barrage place is really beautiful. Which made me realise my neighborhood is really lovely too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I like the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This is the last fact&lt;/span&gt; and actually i still have loads of things in my head that i wanna share cause &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i'm nice like barney&lt;/span&gt; but i don't really want to cause i&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; set a target&lt;/span&gt; of only 20 so i'll stick to that and&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; i'm sorry for not blogging so much&lt;/span&gt; because of said reasons stated above ah but &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;what the heck&lt;/span&gt; i can't resist this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE JACK SPARROW &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-8616139326173284937?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/8616139326173284937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/8616139326173284937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/02/20-facts-or-is-it.html' title='20 facts. or is it?'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-5033623007621736926</id><published>2009-02-03T18:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T18:24:27.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>screwed, sour, sore.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Never thought i'd feel this screwed and effed-up in my life. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Never thought i'd feel this stressed, this troubled ever.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lost, no, we were trashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what? You say. Everyone's lost before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I KNOW THAT.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm not afraid of losing&lt;/span&gt;. But the reason why we lost was worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A team.&lt;br /&gt;Definition : A distinguishable set of two or more individuals who&lt;br /&gt;interact dynamically, interdependently and adaptively to achieve specified,&lt;br /&gt;shared and&lt;br /&gt;valued objectives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;We are not a team my dear girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i will not go on furthur, i would just like all netball C div girls to keep an eye on their phones. Emergency meetings may be called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in no state to talk, and i'm deadbeat.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-5033623007621736926?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/5033623007621736926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/5033623007621736926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/02/screwed-sour-sore.html' title='screwed, sour, sore.'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-7478892815908965229</id><published>2009-01-28T20:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T20:50:06.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rockstar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/SYBUVE7uTvI/AAAAAAAAAb4/3xdvSh2sJFg/s1600-h/DSC06709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296325882865929970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/SYBUVE7uTvI/AAAAAAAAAb4/3xdvSh2sJFg/s320/DSC06709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/SYBQwuCtp2I/AAAAAAAAAbw/ouJBfWPBVOY/s1600-h/DSC06709.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To all the fakers, and posers, and haters and wanna-bes. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Get a life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Cause we just wanna be big rockstars and live in hilltop mansions driving&lt;br /&gt;fifteen cars.&lt;br /&gt;The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap,&lt;br /&gt;We'll all&lt;br /&gt;stay skinny cause we just won't eat. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 300px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/8fmk4982Op/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/8fmk4982Op/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 1px; PADDING-LEFT: 1px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 1px; 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;amp;ek=8fmk4982Op"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;amp;ek=8fmk4982Op"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/8fmk4982Op/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and to a friend. here's to you. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;drink up, baby down it straight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows it’s meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love, just you and me&lt;br /&gt;Till the end of time&lt;br /&gt;But it’s cool cause we’re just friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 300px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/l9TFQz6h5p/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/l9TFQz6h5p/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 1px; PADDING-LEFT: 1px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 1px; PADDING-TOP: 1px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #e6e6e6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FLOAT: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 4px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" method="post"&gt;&lt;input name="EmbedSearchBox"&gt;&lt;input style="FONT-SIZE: 12px" type="submit" value="Search"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;amp;ek=l9TFQz6h5p"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;amp;ek=l9TFQz6h5p"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;amp;ek=l9TFQz6h5p"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;amp;ek=l9TFQz6h5p"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/l9TFQz6h5p/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-7478892815908965229?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/7478892815908965229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/7478892815908965229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/01/rockstar.html' title='rockstar'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/SYBUVE7uTvI/AAAAAAAAAb4/3xdvSh2sJFg/s72-c/DSC06709.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-4972778112556130385</id><published>2009-01-28T15:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T17:00:41.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe, Maybe Not.</title><content type='html'>Okay, if you must know...&lt;div&gt;I have been attempting to blog over the last week, but things kept coming up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;, my computer kept crashing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;yuck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(which is quite partly due to the insane incompatibility between the iTouch sync thing, and my laptop.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't ask me why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So finally had to hand in my portfolio today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I feel like this huge load has been lifted off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now all i have to do is wait...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and finally, i have time to concentrate on other things that have become a burden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;AHEM&lt;/span&gt;piano&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;AHEMAHEM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gosh &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i hate that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, i seriously can't take piano anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can learn songs on my own!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But nooooo, i have to take &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;lessons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which take up alot of my much needed study time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realised there isn't really much to talk about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe i'll just brag about how i can &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;run 100m in 15.74s. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Or maybe i won't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe i'll let you see that i'm having &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;a panic attack cause of my not-yet-done homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Or maybe i won't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe i'll talk about how &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;i missed my bestfriend when he/she went overseas for the entire weekend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Or maybe i won't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe i'll just stop now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, i will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;P.S. I'm so glad i found a new friend in Steph. Realised she was always there, just that i never thought she'd be there when I needed someone the most. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-4972778112556130385?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/4972778112556130385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/4972778112556130385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/01/maybe-maybe-not.html' title='Maybe, Maybe Not.'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-288276744705811436</id><published>2009-01-23T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T21:36:24.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the long absence</title><content type='html'>So i haven't been blogging much, again, because well, i HAVE been rather busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time i managed to go online this week. So don't blame me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1. Tournament has started, and we're nearing the end of the first round. Got thrashed in the first match, but we won in the second. So, we have some hopes. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;b) I've begun to study. Maybe it was&lt;strong&gt; Pencil's&lt;/strong&gt; influence or something, but i feel this drive to study. Is that weird or what! (Please say "or what"). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;III. Been attempting to write as much as i can for my portfolio, but it isn't really going so well. Submitted 7, or 8, or 9. But that's about it. Not sure if they're good or not, hope they're enough...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ellohvee) Have attempted to write a daily letter, of sorts. Well, i don't send it daily, but i write it daily. So yep, when you come back, I might pass you a small thin paper, or a giant stack.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;19. OOOOOH,  i can run 100m in 15.79s. Which is kind of fast. OWNS BEE'S SO IT'S OKAY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;JoLin still runs faster though, but i dont care. I mean, it aint all that bad. I mean, i never even knew i could run that fast. I MEAN. oh whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'm sitting here alone, with my phone silent.&lt;br /&gt;It hasn't received a non-duty related sms since you left.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that sad? Well, I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, next time i'm gonna take pictures of you.&lt;br /&gt;One for every day you're gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I'm gonna try and forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(random pics at &lt;a href="http://ninethedog.multiply.com/"&gt;http://ninethedog.multiply.com&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-288276744705811436?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/288276744705811436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/288276744705811436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/01/long-absence.html' title='the long absence'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-1728286331765527550</id><published>2009-01-10T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T23:14:08.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Call Me Irresponsible</title><content type='html'>Ugh so I was just at East Coast Park for dinner and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where you're all supposed to gasp and act concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway so iwas rollerblading and this kid comes up to me on a bike.&lt;br /&gt;It's a small bike Mind you, cheap, rickety, the ones ahbengs think are cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically it looks like an accident already happened to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right, he comes up and he overtakes. And we're both going pretty fast too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He starts zigzagging, and the moves to the other lane to avoid and overtake these people who were slow roller bladers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, we're still going pretty fast and then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He swerves to try to make a uturn, putting his feet to the ground instead of using brakes to slow himself down.&lt;br /&gt;The way dirtbike racers do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, he doesn't make it and falls. And I'm just behind him, so I crash ontop of the bike and WHAM! The bike gears hit me shin and scrapes off some skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you start cringing now, then you're quite close to imagining the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get this slightly deep cut and it's bleeding and I can't get up. My parents see, and get angry.&lt;br /&gt;Guy tries apologizing, but seriously, through his behaviour, his apologies won't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-1728286331765527550?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/1728286331765527550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/1728286331765527550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/01/call-me-irresponsible.html' title='Call Me Irresponsible'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-896882443720178260</id><published>2009-01-08T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T22:07:57.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>deadbeat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 4px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; height: auto; width: auto; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;Huh. Probably the last training before tournament. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. i'm freakin excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I'm freakin nervous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I'm freakin pissed cause we don't get proper jerseys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this week was a blast. lessons are surprisingly easy, but i may have spoken too soon. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things could get a lot worse&lt;/span&gt; in the near, very very near future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ninethedog.multiply.com"&gt;i decided to use multiply as a photo-sharing site&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, instead of facebook, which gets me distracted into doing something else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it takes wayyyy longer to upload to facebook than multiply. so yep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know i know, i just couldn't let go of my blog when i saw the number of posts i had. Which to me, is somewhat of an &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;achievement&lt;/span&gt;. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And besides, Multiply is only popular in the Phils. it's like the "blogger" of philippines. So while people here stick to blogger, people over there stick to multiply. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmmm, i guess i'm still in the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"people over here"&lt;/span&gt; category. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got our new student handbook today, and it was hilarious when i flipped it open and was like, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;OMG THAT'S KEVIN'S BIG FACE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;imagine&lt;/span&gt;, i almost fell off my chair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;sucks&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;REALLY sucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't finish my portfolio PROPERLY. Because i felt that i needed a wider range of stuff to write, but all i'm writing is poems. It's something i can connect with better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which is weird. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND, i haven't finished my chinese homework due tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh gosh i have to get home early tomorrow to finish piano theory too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;awwwwww man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay well then, i'm gonna try to sleep now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ciaoo (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-896882443720178260?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/896882443720178260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/896882443720178260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/01/deadbeat.html' title='deadbeat'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-1147871219042206381</id><published>2009-01-06T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T20:23:49.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jealousy eats at you. </title><content type='html'>God, i can never get over the fact that I get horrible &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;mental blocks&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;div&gt;and that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jake has this stupendously amazing knack at writing that makes me wanna cringe internally.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;yikes&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;'m left with a few days to complete my Chinese, (i think) a few hours to complete History and a few weeks to complete my portfolio.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It sounds like i should be panicking, especially about the third point, but right now, i can't seem to be able to think of anything, and i know that when the time comes, i'll have something to pen down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm just gonna work as hard as i can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I have plans to concentrate on netball first, specially since tournament is only a week away. And my stamina is crap, my skills are way down there, and well, i'm just worried. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After though, i'd try to concentrate on studies... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Maybe i'll go study with Roi and Cavan or something&lt;/span&gt;. yep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lessons are kind of interesting, but the teachers, hmmm, i don't know whether it's cause i don't like the subject, or cause i don't like them, but &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;they're pretty weird&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: times, 'times new roman', serif;"&gt;Right so, things between us have been settled, and i'm glad. I mean, seriously, sure we can get angry at each other, but that's what friends do. Right? And if you were really meant to be friends, you'd forgive, but never forget. It's all in the journey, i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, i think &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;i'm going to cry&lt;/span&gt; when this year's seniors would graduate. I mean, i'm closer to them, much closer. So, not being able to see them everyday would be...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;weird. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So PW for us sec2s had just started, and i put my name down for "Staging a Play - To Kill A Mockingbird". It's the one i want the most.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, anyway, it's getting late (nah it's only 8.20, but i have tons of things to do), so i'm going to sign off right here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ciao (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh and HAPPY BIRTHDAY XU CHAO! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS. this would be my last crosspost to blogger. occasionally, i will crosspost, but for now, it'll just be multiply. so RELINK! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://ninethedog.multiply.com :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-1147871219042206381?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/1147871219042206381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/1147871219042206381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/01/jealousy-eats-at-you.html' title='jealousy eats at you. '/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-6051807149555607098</id><published>2009-01-05T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T22:07:17.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of hell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Okay, so well, the hell-hole wasn't so bad. Then again, it WAS the first day. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Wouldn't it interest everyone to know that &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. My chinese is total crap right now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;and &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. I spelt STYLE wrong. (stlye&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Shows how much &lt;font color="#33ff33"&gt;my brain was fried over the holidays.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;*sigh*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway, &lt;em&gt;i was the first to wish ZJ happy birthday&lt;/em&gt;, simply because i was&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffcc00;"&gt; staring at the clock for 10min&lt;/font&gt;, waiting to press the SEND button. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And seeing as it was different time zones, i had to scour the world to find what time it was at his place. &lt;font size="2"&gt;nah, actually, i just asked him.&lt;/font&gt; HA.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It was pretty fun today, but basically it was all the teachers giving their usual, &lt;font size="6"&gt;"set goals and achieve what you can"&lt;/font&gt; talks.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mr. Davamoni was ownage omg, FIRST LESSON. and he was talking about getting into Triple and Double and all that. gosh. nerve-wracking. (is there supposed to be a w?)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway, let's just say Assembly today was super embarassing. And Keith (from my section) would probably never let me forget. &lt;em&gt;aiiiiiii&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So, the whole lunch hour on monday for ALL levels was a freakin' stupid idea. I mean come on!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Sec ones all milling about, unsure of where to go, clogging up the path &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;PLUS,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;other levels pushing their way through thinking they got the right to&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;PLUS &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;restrictions on where to eat&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;EQUALS&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ff0000;" size="6"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one jam-packed impossible rowdy hot stuffy INHUMANE canteen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;gosh.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;you could barely get a proper seat.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Which is how several councillors wound up outside the canteen and getting chased back :D&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;hohoho.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So then lessons went by in a blur, and soon it was the end of the day.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ended up by the lake, sketching out my art homework. Was done in about an hour and a half. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Kaline and YJ went home, so i decided to pay a visit to Cavan and Roi in their classroom. Hah, gosh i missed them. So used to seeing them every other day to study.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;and it's my first day without Math tuition which is fantabulously relaxed. which i love.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;alright people.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#33ff33"&gt;i gotta apologize to a good friend. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-6051807149555607098?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/6051807149555607098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/6051807149555607098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-day-of-hell.html' title='First day of hell.'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-2334475352915026396</id><published>2009-01-04T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T15:58:31.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a new day. </title><content type='html'>So who would believe that&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "last year"&lt;/span&gt; was just a few days ago?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Definitely not me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seems all so long ago, doesn't it? A little &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;scary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, first day of school went well. Mostly just the big P's talk, plus general announcements and all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What was the best part of that day though? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Getting to school and being greeted by fullboard&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yep, possibly the best ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i wasn't going to cry or anything, but it felt like coming back home. all the people (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(i need to ask ariel's fam. something now, but noone can hear their phones. in other words, should there be an emergency, they would just leave me dead.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yikes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So friday went pass in a blur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we move on to Saturday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was CCA recruitment day, so we were all full-on salespeople. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;NCC guys looked like vegetables&lt;/span&gt;, so netball thought we should look like carrots! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(eh?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, i was looking at our school, and i thought,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our school looks best with all of us in it. (us = students)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shows off what the school is really about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Played around, got people to sign the contact form...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blahblahblah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ended up at Mcdo at Kallang with a few councillors. thanks to Rachel's mom for bringing us there! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, sudden change of mind. We bought milkshakes, a latte and a cake, and brought it to KFC to eat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ended up running off all the fats i gained to catch the bus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;made it in record time though :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So basically, there's no pressure yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy the pictures! ( CCA day 08 )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-2334475352915026396?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/2334475352915026396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/2334475352915026396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-new-day.html' title='it&amp;#39;s a new day. '/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-8584750544458396415</id><published>2009-01-01T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T23:04:54.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back. to. school. fuzz. </title><content type='html'>It's back to school.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's really sad. I mean, it seems like the two months break just whizzed by. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, i'm kind of having mixed emotions now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little of everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anxiety. Panic. Anticipation. Excitement. Dread. Guilt. Worry. Stress. Happy. Hyper. Tired. Exhausted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah you get the picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, i forgot to mention this but my multiply is....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ninethedog.multiply.com okay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JOIN MULTIPLY :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-8584750544458396415?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/8584750544458396415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/8584750544458396415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-to-school-fuzz.html' title='back. to. school. fuzz. '/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-109236543761698609</id><published>2008-12-31T20:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T01:42:42.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"mama? I wanna ride another rollercoaster."</title><content type='html'>So everybody, it's a new year and well, I think it's time to start afresh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only it were a new school and class... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many amazing things that happened this year, both to me and to the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was blessed in entering CCHMS, in gettin into council board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky to have made new friends, but as like every other year, I never lost sight of my old ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was honoured in being able to go back to my grade school and be in the alumni, and the dj for the graduation prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things this year that I am thankful for; more than words can ever say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is blessed with change, the election of Barack Obama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world was twisted with change, with our global recession and global warming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were tested with the countless trAgedies that struck us, but we pulled through. We're pretty tough (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tested with stress on so many aspects of my life. I was blessed with success in so many things. Something's pushing me to achieve my dreams; to pursue my passions; to start anew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The box office I must say was blessed with the release of Twilight (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got good friends, good music, good lives, good hearts. Now it's time to change the world one step at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all! Have a very happy new year! It's school time on Friday so don't be late! &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-109236543761698609?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/109236543761698609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/109236543761698609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-wanna-ride-another-rollercoaster_31.html' title='&amp;quot;mama? I wanna ride another rollercoaster.&amp;quot;'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-3906049287415550801</id><published>2008-12-31T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T01:42:40.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"mama? I wanna ride another rollercoaster."</title><content type='html'>So everybody, it's a new year and well, I think it's time to start afresh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only it were a new school and class... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many amazing things that happened this year, both to me and to the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was blessed in entering CCHMS, in gettin into council board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky to have made new friends, but as like every other year, I never lost sight of my old ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was honoured in being able to go back to my grade school and be in the alumni, and the dj for the graduation prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things this year that I am thankful for; more than words can ever say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is blessed with change, the election of Barack Obama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world was twisted with change, with our global recession and global warming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were tested with the countless trAgedies that struck us, but we pulled through. We're pretty tough (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tested with stress on so many aspects of my life. I was blessed with success in so many things. Something's pushing me to achieve my dreams; to pursue my passions; to start anew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The box office I must say was blessed with the release of Twilight (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got good friends, good music, good lives, good hearts. Now it's time to change the world one step at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all! Have a very happy new year! It's school time on Friday so don't be late! &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-3906049287415550801?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/3906049287415550801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/3906049287415550801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-wanna-ride-another-rollercoaster.html' title='&amp;quot;mama? I wanna ride another rollercoaster.&amp;quot;'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-8179551955749172626</id><published>2008-12-30T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T00:07:39.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So what? I'm NOT a rockstar.</title><content type='html'>Woohoo. I actually have a theme for this post. It would be unusually plain due to the fact that I am using my iTouch, which I only know how to type with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm SO sorry. Pfft, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to theme. So what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone judges everyone, we all know that. We, as humans, judge everything. Maybe it's due to the fact that we can't just leave anything alone as a plain Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not excluding myself from this. But you know what? Someimes we gotta adopt a SoWhat attitude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, so what if I like Wanted? It may be violent and all, but I like it. Others would go, eww she's so disgusting and sadistic and guy-ish. All of which I'm not, of course. So what to what they say. Cause I'm ME and you're well, a judgemental freakozoid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, yeaaaah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So so what if I don't like this clique, or that person, or this class or her hair?? ( obviously I have a very hateful life.) ( naw I'm just kidding.) ( I think.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, even if i'm like that, making me shunned by everyone, or atleast those I hate, then, SO WHAT? I chose that, don't go around hating me cause of it. Just leave me alone, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's a key point right here. To successfully break the status quo and being who you wanna be, you gotta adopt a  SO WHAT attitude and just do ya own thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might be bitched about for a while, but get used to it cause it'll fade into the background. Sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, writing this made me realize I could be a motivational speaker. Uhhh, no thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I realized I can type real fast on an on-screen QWERTY keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayyyyy ME!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night everybody. (; &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-8179551955749172626?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/8179551955749172626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/8179551955749172626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-what-i-not-rockstar.html' title='So what? I&amp;#39;m NOT a rockstar.'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-6094881615927168249</id><published>2008-12-29T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T19:22:09.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Filipino Twilight, not thanks. </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;this just annoys me. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I am super proud to be a Filipino, and all our remakes are, pretty remarkable. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But as a huge fan of Twilight and the way the movie was made, this just angers me. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(no, not anger, annoys the heck out of me.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ABSCBN wants to make a Pinoy Twilight.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;huh. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If you're against this idea of ruining such a perfect original, then please, click the link. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;thank you. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thepetitionsite.com/1/say-no-to-twilight-filipino-version"&gt;http://www.thepetitionsite.com/1/say-no-to-twilight-filipino-version&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-6094881615927168249?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/6094881615927168249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/6094881615927168249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2008/12/filipino-twilight-not-thanks.html' title='Filipino Twilight, not thanks. '/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-3587099025042959775</id><published>2008-12-28T08:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T13:15:50.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good country, I bid thee farewell. </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hah. it's my &lt;strong&gt;last&lt;/strong&gt; day in the philippines. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #33ffff;" color="#ff0000"&gt;I'm kind of sad about it. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I'm really gonna miss this place. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;gosh, okay i'm being rushed to finish this thing because everyone in the house is going, "help your mom pack!" when she's not even asking for my help.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And those people asking me to do that, aren't helping either. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So, yeah, it's &lt;font color="#009900"&gt;&lt;em&gt;weird.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway, Christmas here was a blast. I had fun. Though there weren't many fireworks, so that was a downer. But there were so many presents! haha. Simbang Gabi, was suprisingly, fun. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My brother's birthday helped me reconnect a little. Specially with my god-fam here. Keiko, Sarina and Jaime were okay-ish. But apparently Juancho was a little shy so, yeah, nothing there.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;oh well. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Dette and I are good-friends-ish now! haha. We used to be so.. alienated before, so now it's all cool :D&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hmm, one thing i regret this time though? That weekend we went to Pagsanjan, i missed my chance to see Sam C. and Cheska O. at Festival Mall. awwww.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What i like about christmas here though, is that you can feel it in the air. Not like singapore, where it ain't a big deal. rahh. that sucks really.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And i had dinner with uhh (&lt;em&gt;tito na ba? o sige, kuya na lng.&lt;/em&gt;) Kuya Chester, Ate Tin, Celine and Tita Nancy at Gilligan's. Gosh. That guy in the cap was really good, and cute too! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;haha jk. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Right, so, back to administrative matters.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Could someone please tell me WHEN school starts? As in, exact time/day/date. Thanks! And uh, help me with homework please, I BEG YOU.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And i'm just gonna put this up as a notice, that i will be "moving" to Multiply, but i will stil "cross-post" to Blogger using it, so you'll see blogposts from my multiply on blogger. However, you probably won't see the pictures and videos and all that, so, if you want to see them, then, MOVE TO MULTIPLY ASAP! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;okay then. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;byeeeee .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-3587099025042959775?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/3587099025042959775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/3587099025042959775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-country-i-bid-thee-farewell.html' title='Good country, I bid thee farewell. '/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-5427038799030374714</id><published>2008-12-22T20:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T20:35:34.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas is coming. christmas fever whee.</title><content type='html'>OH AND&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; AFTERTHOUGHT.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IT'S &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;R&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;M&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; WEEK &lt;strong&gt;OMG&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;OMG&lt;/u&gt; &lt;em&gt;OMG &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;OMG &lt;/span&gt;OMG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CHRISTMAS IS COMING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;YULETIDE &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;CHEER&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;SIMBANG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GABI&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;PRESENTS&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;FIREWORKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHRISTMAS &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CHRISTMAS&lt;strong&gt; FEAST&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;okay done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-5427038799030374714?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/5427038799030374714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/5427038799030374714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-is-coming-christmas-fever.html' title='christmas is coming. christmas fever whee.'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-1043131717803084128</id><published>2008-12-22T20:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T20:30:49.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flickr sucks. tentative. vlog.</title><content type='html'>So, tentatively, this will be my post for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this thing about Flickr... See, it's&lt;em&gt; so&lt;/em&gt; convenient, it's &lt;strong&gt;almost&lt;/strong&gt; unreal right?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah well, my pics are so&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; enormous&lt;/span&gt; that they can't fit into the monthly limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it's a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;photosharing site&lt;/span&gt; for goodness sake. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my rents are going out so i thought of making a Vlog tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a new vid-cam so it'd be easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, i'd be vlogging probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm uploading a few photos of my trip onto Flickr, so yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just gotta wait a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yep, tentative post for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-1043131717803084128?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/1043131717803084128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/1043131717803084128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2008/12/flickr-sucks-tentative-vlog.html' title='flickr sucks. tentative. vlog.'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-7975293335260115265</id><published>2008-12-19T20:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T20:17:23.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1) What is your full name?&lt;br /&gt;It's a very unique name, making me easy to track down, so no, you can't have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Are you a male or female?&lt;br /&gt;female, most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Do you have any fears?&lt;br /&gt;sure do. i fear the fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Will you overcome these fears for the person you like/love?&lt;br /&gt;oh, um, i guess so. only if he'd do the same. or else, why risk it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) What were you doing 1 hour before this?&lt;br /&gt;I actually had a life before this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) What are you doing now?&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely wasting some not-needed time on this list.&lt;br /&gt;and freakin out cause of my undone-homework, which at the back of my mind, i have no intention of doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Do you miss the person you like if you have one?&lt;br /&gt;sure, maybe, at the back of my mind. something i wouldn't obssess about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) List down your 4 favourite sports?&lt;br /&gt;Bowling, Skating (any kind), Netball, Sleeping&lt;br /&gt;(yes, the last one is a most coveted Olympic sport)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Name a friend who starts with B?&lt;br /&gt;Bea, cause she tagged me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Describe in little detail about this person you like?&lt;br /&gt;He's a fictional character. He has very defined lines and is very pale. he has golden brown hair and this wicked smile. He has amazing speed and strength, and everything about him dazzles me. He was born in 1901, in Chicago. Yep, i'm not gonna give away who he is though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) This is gonna be a silly question, would you die for this person?&lt;br /&gt;Well probably. But i don't think he'd let me die. He'd un-die me, and make me like him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) What if you find out this person you like hates you?&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'd freak out. And pummel him, since i'd be stronger. And i'd go on hating him too. And find someone else. I'd be hurt, but i'd accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Is the person you like the first serious crush you had?&lt;br /&gt;um, probably. define serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Can you live a day without the computer or the psp?&lt;br /&gt;Course i could. Why else would i love going on roadtrips so much? Besides, i think our lives are way too ruled by these silly electronics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Are you a busy person?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i guess. I have a lot to worry about, if that's what you mean. I have things to do too. Like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Is there anything you wish to settle quickly or do?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, everyone's dream. Get done with school, learn to drive, and get rid of homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Name a friend of yours who studies alot?&lt;br /&gt;I don't have friends who are like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Can you say ILY in more then three languages?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mahal kita, I love you, Mi Amore, Ti Amo, Je T'aime, wo-ai-ni&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this quiz goes out to everyone who's reading. If you'd like to do it, just do it. And tag me if you did do it, so i know you did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, lots of dos and dids in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i've had enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catch ya'll later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-7975293335260115265?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/7975293335260115265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/7975293335260115265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2008/12/1-what-is-your-full-name-its-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-6618248736193113278</id><published>2008-12-19T13:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T13:51:36.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wheel of time has started turning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;So, time is speeding fast,&lt;br /&gt;the days are fading past.&lt;br /&gt;nothing we can do,&lt;br /&gt;to make these moments last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One good friend said recently that i've changed.&lt;br /&gt;How he could know that, i don't know, seeing as he hasn't seen me in months,&lt;br /&gt;but it got me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I think he's right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we'll see now, what's changed with me, that i have managed to pick out myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Well, this one's pretty obvious. I used to want time to go fast, every day. But now, &lt;strong&gt;i'd like to take time and stop at every little thing, just to admire&lt;/strong&gt;. Another friend's favorite quote is &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"beauty in the ordinary".&lt;/span&gt; And i totally respect that. I think that pretty much sums it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I changed my judgement of certain things. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I used to live to go to school just to see friends/classmates/batchmates&lt;/span&gt;. But now,&lt;em&gt; i live to go to school for lessons.&lt;/em&gt; Sure, there are some people i'd love to see, but the keyword there is &lt;strong&gt;SOME&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;u&gt;I guess CCHMS people aren't really for me? Does that mean i wasn't meant for the school? Or is there something really wrong with me?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; I realised that I was never much to follow trends&lt;/span&gt;. Probably in Meridian, so many people had their own style, and cliques were small, so there was &lt;strong&gt;a huge variety&lt;/strong&gt;. In fact, few people had cliques. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Everyone mixed with everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming into high school was like, being jolted into &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the world of stereotypes.&lt;/span&gt; Cliques are large, gangs are large. And since groups of people tend to act similar, these already-large groups have the same "trends", therefore making it hard AND easy to become your own person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;easy, why? &lt;strong&gt;because simply just doing your own thing and rejecting their trends makes you one of a kind.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hard, why? &lt;strong&gt;because rejecting their trends would immediately label you a weirdo by the groups you don't follow. so, breaking away or staying still&lt;/strong&gt;? tough decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i decided to break away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I'm definitely more comfortable with who i am now.&lt;/span&gt; Sure there are some things i'd like to change, like grow taller and whatever. But being an "alien" in school is kind of okay with me now. As mentioned above,&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; i would still be an alien anyway&lt;/span&gt; cause of what i choose to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I've learnt to &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;trust just a few people,&lt;/span&gt; instead of my large group of friends before. You know, out of my large group of friends before, i've only stuck close to a few. 3-4 people from primary school, and 1 from my family friends group. Kinda stinks to some people, but i don't mind. Much easier to share what i really feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;em&gt;I've been so good at making my own mask lately&lt;/em&gt;. Specially this year. I noticed that in my school, as stated in 4, you have to fit in SOMEWHERE to feel like you belong. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Well, call me a hypocrite or whatever, but i feel like I belong nowhere, except with myself.&lt;/span&gt; It's not that anyone backstabs me, or stuff like that. But it's just that, i feel that i can't get along with anyone. So i stick with myself. Makes sense, right? But if needed, i am able to show just one side of myself, depending on who i'm hanging with. but it's just one side, so it ain't considered &lt;strong&gt;KNOWING&lt;/strong&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;if you ever wanna get to know me, well, try chilling with me. try understanding me. and well, you'd most likely fail, but it's worth a try. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;people are just so easy to read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I got myself thinking more and more. One example would be when i consider buying something expensive (slightly), i used to just think, &lt;strong&gt;will i use this?&lt;/strong&gt; But now, there's a whole new string of questions. It's hard, it gives me a huge headache, but, it's how i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I'm definitely more expressive now, i don't really care what my mouth says. Of course, i can restrain myself. But sometimes, i think letting go is the best option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's a lucky 8 for me.&lt;br /&gt;For anyone else who'd like to tell me how i've changed,&lt;br /&gt;just IM me, leave a tag, or email me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all got my contacts, use them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Here's to the wheel of time and change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-6618248736193113278?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/6618248736193113278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/6618248736193113278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2008/12/wheel-of-time-has-started-turning.html' title='wheel of time has started turning.'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-5288071057118712325</id><published>2008-12-15T21:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T21:29:12.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spice girls, sore throat. great combi.</title><content type='html'>okay anyway,&lt;em&gt; apparently&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which sucks like &lt;a href="mailto:!#$%@%"&gt;!#$%@%&lt;/a&gt;^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but blame me for being so&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; dehydrated&lt;/span&gt; (apparently) and so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;bacteria-infested&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What sucks and rocks living in a house full of doctors is that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;you get a lot of advice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the good part.&lt;br /&gt;the bad part is that &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;you get bombarded with so much information, you think it's better to just sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;which is what I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'm going to rush this post, to meet my criteria of 9.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;because firstly, i could grow taller (whoopee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and secondly, i will get better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hopefully this will do me some good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I have the Bella's Lullaby score!&lt;/span&gt; though it isn't the officially released one yet, but it sounds like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GUESS WHAT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wrote the whole bloody thing out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, check out this collaboration between &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;me, my dad, and our video camera&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(feat. my little annoying brother.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="304" height="256" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-506814b84e07644b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D506814b84e07644b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330354410%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D22790217C9EDA52805E727077242B333F3A6782B.1443DE342AD62EADAEB7A10E6766F62924436D2B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D506814b84e07644b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D730Q0GArquAVllbXRE8gxPhbQys&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="304" height="256" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D506814b84e07644b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330354410%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D22790217C9EDA52805E727077242B333F3A6782B.1443DE342AD62EADAEB7A10E6766F62924436D2B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D506814b84e07644b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D730Q0GArquAVllbXRE8gxPhbQys&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-5288071057118712325?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/5288071057118712325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/5288071057118712325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2008/12/spice-girls-sore-throat-great-combi.html' title='spice girls, sore throat. great combi.'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-4705238868023095403</id><published>2008-12-13T20:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T20:14:09.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tag properly, finish my homework and practise Bella's Lullaby</title><content type='html'>So if you can see, the current playlist is full of &lt;em&gt;awesome&lt;/em&gt; songs.&lt;br /&gt;those are the songs currently on my playlist, so yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, if ever you should tag my blog saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"HELLO! PLEASE TAG ME AT (whatever)! BYE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hellos(: pweaseee taqq miie kkays? (whatever) :D byyees XD"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;or &lt;strong&gt;whatever variation&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, i would look at your language and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;seriously reconsider&lt;/span&gt; you as a friend, acquaintance, enemy, or whatever affiliation you are to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if the language &lt;strong&gt;disgusts&lt;/strong&gt; me, i will put an imaginary post-it note in my head, telling myself to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;RESTRAIN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;myself from smacking you whenever we are withing touching distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(not really)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if any of you noticed, i have removed some links.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not take this to any personal offence, but i'm in this &lt;em&gt;phase&lt;/em&gt; now, that requires the utmost cleanliness/neatness, to a certain extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if i don't link you, well, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;don't blame me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please, feel free to un-link me as well if you feel &lt;strong&gt;insulted&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;em&gt;outraged.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't care less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOVING ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have mastered (of sorts) Bella's Lullaby on the piano, though just the right hand.&lt;br /&gt;Working on the left now.&lt;br /&gt;And i'm going to shove it into all you Twilight fans faces that i can play it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah.&lt;br /&gt;now &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;THAT'S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT SUBJECT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am freaking out. seriously. Though &lt;em&gt;internally&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, my holiday homework is almost done. But with the exception of &lt;strong&gt;History and CHINESE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;goddamned effing&lt;/span&gt; subjects that i hate so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;UGH.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, um, yeah, this is going to sound weak and all, but&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; if you have any answers or &lt;em&gt;inspiration&lt;/em&gt; per se that i could draw my answers from, PLEASE, feel free to share&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah, like that'll happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;and i suggest you review your language or risk becoming my enemy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-4705238868023095403?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/4705238868023095403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/4705238868023095403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2008/12/tag-properly-finish-my-homework-and.html' title='tag properly, finish my homework and practise Bella&apos;s Lullaby'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-7750207229066779041</id><published>2008-12-10T21:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:08:54.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new year resolution, nothing gold can stay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/ST_IT9uneHI/AAAAAAAAAbo/PnP17IqW_-k/s1600-h/robertfrost.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278157533614667890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/ST_IT9uneHI/AAAAAAAAAbo/PnP17IqW_-k/s320/robertfrost.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Such a beautiful, innocent poem isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;It's by &lt;strong&gt;Robert Frost&lt;/strong&gt;, mentioned in &lt;em&gt;The Outsiders&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's what's making me make some &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;huge drastic changes&lt;/span&gt; in myself.&lt;br /&gt;Or atleast, try to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can understand the poem,&lt;br /&gt;it's mainly talking about how &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nothing gold (in value) can stay that way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And most people dissect this poem saying it's talking about &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CHILDHOOD or INNOCENCE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I agree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that kids would&lt;em&gt; love&lt;/em&gt; to grow up faster,&lt;br /&gt;so they can drive,&lt;br /&gt;so they can &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;do whatever&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when they get older, well, things just fall apart in someways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you give an adult a drink that could turn back the clock to when they were children,&lt;br /&gt;why i believe that adult would grab it and gulp it down within seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you believe it? Being here in the philippines with my cousins makes me wonder why we are speeding through life so fast. I dont know how, it just &lt;em&gt;DOES&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's this whole innocence thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;How i wish i could be innocent once more&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, the things we see on TV, the "music" we hear, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;our world is a dark world&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We see violence, we see crime. And then we hear the vulgarities that tag along too.&lt;br /&gt;But do we really need all these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe violence and crime are inevitable, but vulgarities?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We could live with other words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've decided to actually make a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;New Year's Resolution list&lt;/span&gt; this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;To do what I can to become gold again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-7750207229066779041?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/7750207229066779041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/7750207229066779041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-year-resolution-nothing-gold-can.html' title='new year resolution, nothing gold can stay.'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cyX4CIbeEj0/ST_IT9uneHI/AAAAAAAAAbo/PnP17IqW_-k/s72-c/robertfrost.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-5356475081417401094</id><published>2008-12-09T23:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:36:55.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight twice. just another list.</title><content type='html'>First post in a &lt;em&gt;long&lt;/em&gt; time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to find better ways to blog.&lt;br /&gt;I've considered &lt;strong&gt;Vlogging&lt;/strong&gt;, and it &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt; work,&lt;br /&gt;except i don't have a camera at the ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The trip to the falls was &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt;. It was cold, there were &lt;em&gt;rapids&lt;/em&gt;. But, it was really great. All around us, the place looked really&lt;strong&gt; untouched&lt;/strong&gt;. It was clear and &lt;em&gt;oh-so-innocent&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Really beautiful&lt;/span&gt;. I don't have much pictures, but i did take a video. But it's with my tita so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm intending on making a&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; Christmas/New Year's list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. NO, it's &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; to Santa. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Though i wish he'd still give me presents...&lt;/span&gt; But nah, it's more on what i'd like to do for the year. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RESOLUTIONS&lt;/span&gt; you know? Don't know where to record it down though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'd like to rub it into all Twilight fans whose country isn't showing the movie yet (specially S'pore).&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'VE WATCHED THE MOVIE TWICE ALREADY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*sticks tongue out*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Sorry i just HAD to do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I would &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to grow taller, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;atleast by 10 cm before i'm 15&lt;/span&gt;. HAH. &lt;strong&gt;fat chance&lt;/strong&gt;. But seriously, i wished i had more of my mom's family's genes. jeez, they're all tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I went stargazing tonight. I saw &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Orion, Taurus and Cancer&lt;/span&gt;. It was really pretty. The wonders of the natural world for you there. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Stars...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My grandmum is so hilarious&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. We were watching Animal Planet and the lady was speaking and she was like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"isn't that Mrs Obama? The mom?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we started laughing ALOT cause she thought we were watching the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oh my god.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I watched&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt; the Outsiders movie&lt;/span&gt;, based on our literature book. And since i cried with the book well, it was expected for me to cry in the movie too! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I liked the movie&lt;/span&gt;. It was nicely done. Using exact lines from the book too! &lt;em&gt;awwwww&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for now i guess.&lt;br /&gt;It sounded all exciting in my head, but well, &lt;strong&gt;i guess it isn't really&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to let you know i'm alive though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATED : Premonition Lovers - &lt;a href="http://fanfiction.net/~nineny"&gt;http://fanfiction.net/~nineny&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-5356475081417401094?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/5356475081417401094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/5356475081417401094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2008/12/twilight-twice-just-another-list.html' title='Twilight twice. just another list.'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-8005031433167407688</id><published>2008-11-30T09:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T09:32:06.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TWILIGHT</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;OKAY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's just a little quick update on what's been going on this week,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;before i head off on a road trip to Pagsanjan Falls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Becca got sick. &lt;em&gt;Chicken Pox&lt;/em&gt;, so she can't join us in loads of things. It's horrible really. We've been doing lots of interesting stuff. Which she can't do. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; First interesting thing would be going off to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Trinoma mall.&lt;/span&gt; It was &lt;strong&gt;HUGE.&lt;/strong&gt; well, no surprise because malls here usually are anyway. So yep, went shopping around. Bought a new swimsuit from SPEEDO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i saw &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Haagen-Dazs &lt;/span&gt;new icecream inspired by TWILIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It was the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Twilight premiere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; here on Wednesday. And me, being &lt;strong&gt;muddled headed&lt;/strong&gt; and in holiday mood &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;forgot the date&lt;/span&gt;, thinking the premiere was the &lt;em&gt;NEXT&lt;/em&gt; day. Anyway, i managed to catch Twilight that night, after the concert/party at the plaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;IT WAS AN EFFING AWESOME MOVIE.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i HAVE to catch it again sometime.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was really bummed out and stuff because i originally &lt;em&gt;intended &lt;/em&gt;to wear my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Twilight shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to watch the movie. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;UNFORTUNATELY&lt;/span&gt;, it was still with Tita Gems, so i couldn't get it. UGH.&lt;br /&gt;I was REALLY &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;crying and freaking out&lt;/span&gt; and stuff. But oh well, atleast i can say that i've watched Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'VE WATCHED TWILIGHT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(what number am i on?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; Went shopping at SM with Ninang and Mom. Made a beeline for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;SURPLUS!&lt;/span&gt; gosh. I bought alot, and it only cost me S$45. Best thing about surplus though, is that most things are branded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&amp;amp;F / Hollister / Old Navy kind of things.&lt;br /&gt;So yes, &lt;strong&gt;it is worth it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate at Sbarro again after... 2 years? Yes. Pizza is as great as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also managed to get new shoes. Like, 3inch(?) heels. WOW.&lt;br /&gt;whatever, they give me blisters but they're still nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's about it for this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's pretty much a whirlwind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like i could get used to life here, easily ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, i get my license in about 2 1/2 years, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AWESOME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;ROADTRIP TIME&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. MY twilight enjoyment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=10726&amp;amp;l=20683&amp;amp;id=1275874437"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=10726&amp;amp;l=20683&amp;amp;id=1275874437&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-8005031433167407688?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/8005031433167407688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/8005031433167407688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight.html' title='TWILIGHT'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262622626684448846.post-4734931383096535536</id><published>2008-11-22T21:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T21:39:21.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first day back!</title><content type='html'>Finally made it back to the philippines!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent about 1 hour reading and eating.&lt;br /&gt;(at the same time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN,&lt;br /&gt;i slept for the rest of the 3 hour flight ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It was pleasant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my uncle was flying the plane, so we got to get into the cockpit.&lt;br /&gt;It was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAHHH.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so &lt;em&gt;frustrated.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My PREMONITION LOVERS story is really far from being finished.&lt;br /&gt;I've barely finished ONE essay for my portfolio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOMEWORK, don't even bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHINESE is a pain&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;and HISTORY?&lt;br /&gt;what, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;are the teachers trying to kill my brain cells&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, don't even &lt;strong&gt;think&lt;/strong&gt; of answering that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the other half of my most treasured friendship reminds me of something i read in the literature book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Cherry Valance : We're cool to the point that we don't feel anything.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Except, i think it only applies to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;numb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If, to you, we've only been close since two years ago,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;well, i'm deeply hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You probably have all your school friends as bestfriends already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But even since that time you and our other friend kicked me out of your rooms, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;well, i always reserved that spot for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I never expected the best of you. Because, i would be happy to see that you're doing some things that I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Call once in a while to catch up on things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Call me and scream in my ear about something exciting, like what i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I guess you are right, that we've only been close recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(blank), we've known each other for 9 years, maybe more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So maybe, we weren't meant to be friends because it took us so long, to be just a bit close. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;that's, disappointing in a sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It feels like, a huge loss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;staring at the photos on the wall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;all our memories flashing past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;you could never hear my call,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;we were speeding by way too fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;always tried to reach,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;tried to cross the bridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;we could never practise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;what we preach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i prefer to take things slow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;revel in the beauty of things all around,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;not rushing past at the speed of sound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;so maybe, it's time for me to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;maybe you'd like to follow me, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i'd take you by the hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;just promise me we'd still walk along the sand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262622626684448846-4734931383096535536?l=checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/4734931383096535536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262622626684448846/posts/default/4734931383096535536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkyes-juliet.blogspot.com/2008/11/first-day-back.html' title='first day back!'/><author><name>Nineny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253679854934677482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
