<?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-940630635903945354</id><updated>2011-07-07T20:36:54.043-07:00</updated><category term='first'/><title type='text'>HELLO!</title><subtitle type='html'>Come on, smile!, you're cute when you do!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>;melancholeric.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10009688907630142744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDhIYSjqPI/S2G8GWX5MJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/H2A0ah3mapI/S220/DSC00135.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-940630635903945354.post-4555148902577021528</id><published>2010-02-02T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T16:17:13.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://romantic-stalactite.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buhbye old blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/940630635903945354-4555148902577021528?l=retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4555148902577021528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2010/02/ive-moved.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/4555148902577021528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/4555148902577021528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2010/02/ive-moved.html' title=''/><author><name>;melancholeric.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10009688907630142744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDhIYSjqPI/S2G8GWX5MJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/H2A0ah3mapI/S220/DSC00135.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-940630635903945354.post-7251174371188559561</id><published>2009-09-28T03:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T03:22:30.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random:</title><content type='html'>art is an instant arrested in eternity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/940630635903945354-7251174371188559561?l=retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDhIYSjqPI/S2G8GWX5MJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/H2A0ah3mapI/S220/DSC00135.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-940630635903945354.post-6287420942236738645</id><published>2009-09-26T02:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T02:44:15.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/940630635903945354-6287420942236738645?l=retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6287420942236738645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/09/tch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/6287420942236738645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/6287420942236738645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/09/tch.html' title=''/><author><name>;melancholeric.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10009688907630142744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDhIYSjqPI/S2G8GWX5MJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/H2A0ah3mapI/S220/DSC00135.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-940630635903945354.post-4378541936183308305</id><published>2009-09-23T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T07:52:03.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey you!&lt;br /&gt;yes you!&lt;br /&gt;you know, you look kind of cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/940630635903945354-4378541936183308305?l=retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4378541936183308305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/09/hey-you-yes-you-you-know-you-look-kind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/4378541936183308305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/4378541936183308305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/09/hey-you-yes-you-you-know-you-look-kind.html' title=''/><author><name>;melancholeric.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10009688907630142744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDhIYSjqPI/S2G8GWX5MJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/H2A0ah3mapI/S220/DSC00135.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-940630635903945354.post-7809073964951992294</id><published>2009-09-22T05:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T05:43:57.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>somehow i just can't bring myself to care.</title><content type='html'>not here. not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, nor do i know how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'm just this kind of person after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/940630635903945354-7809073964951992294?l=retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7809073964951992294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/09/somehow-i-just-cant-bring-myself-to_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/7809073964951992294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/7809073964951992294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/09/somehow-i-just-cant-bring-myself-to_22.html' title='somehow i just can&apos;t bring myself to care.'/><author><name>;melancholeric.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10009688907630142744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDhIYSjqPI/S2G8GWX5MJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/H2A0ah3mapI/S220/DSC00135.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-940630635903945354.post-4637221403503714525</id><published>2009-09-22T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T05:41:05.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>somehow i just can't bring myself to care.</title><content type='html'>not here. not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, nor do i know how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'm just this kind of person after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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care.'/><author><name>;melancholeric.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10009688907630142744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDhIYSjqPI/S2G8GWX5MJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/H2A0ah3mapI/S220/DSC00135.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-940630635903945354.post-7138957398503328379</id><published>2009-09-17T07:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T07:58:15.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the future looks bleak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/940630635903945354-7138957398503328379?l=retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7138957398503328379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/09/future-looks-bleak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/7138957398503328379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/7138957398503328379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/09/future-looks-bleak.html' title=''/><author><name>;melancholeric.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10009688907630142744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDhIYSjqPI/S2G8GWX5MJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/H2A0ah3mapI/S220/DSC00135.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-940630635903945354.post-519203686427034300</id><published>2009-09-14T08:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T08:11:43.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SOMETHING'S WRONG.</title><content type='html'>I can feel it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/940630635903945354-519203686427034300?l=retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/519203686427034300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/09/somethings-wrong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Still, I remember the tearful farewells of the day before – embraces shared with close friends and polite handshakes with others. I lowered my head and sat down on the spot that I had been standing on, hugging my knees and playing with my overgrown hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school grounds were silent. It was unsettling how the gates of the school were open at such an early hour, but I had disregarded this and strolled about, wondering why I didn’t see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thought rose into my consciousness as I unwittingly withdrew a single strand of silvery hair from my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and her long, flowing hair-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood up and dusted my legs. I had to see her, no matter what. She was what made my world go round all these years. I spun on the spot and walked briskly, resolutely. This was my last chance to see her, talk to her, and to tell her that I-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and her soft brown eyes-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just could not let this opportunity slip by. I simply could not afford to. I would leave for Australia the next day, and I may never see her again after that, never-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and her radiant smile-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke into a run. I would never let this last chance go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nearby park is a favourite haunt of lovers, especially when dusk sets in. Now, sunlight filtered through the canopy of leaves above me as I slowed into a trot. I remember the Saturday mornings we met ever so often – I would be jogging on the concrete track and she would be under a tree when I passed by. It was her favourite spot. Every time I passed by her, I would stop, sit down beside her and go hey. She would give a start and tell me off for scaring her out of her wits. I would laugh it off and chat randomly with her. Every precious moment spent with her was a gem.&lt;br /&gt;I stopped when I passed by the same tree that she would be under each Saturday. She was not seated this time; she was standing, leaning on that same old tree. Careful not to show my emotions, I walked up to her and called softly, “Hey.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Startled, she turned around to face me. It was clear she had been crying: her face was streaked with dried tears and her eyes were red and puffy. She must have had a sleepless night too. Even with her puffy eyes and dark rings under them, _______ was still beautiful as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She seemed lost for words, and there was something more than shock displayed on her face. I suddenly realised that this was the first time that we had been so close to each other. Being shy, we did not venture into anything too intimate; we simply took advantage of any freedom we had, and with sheer luck, spent time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______ was the first to break the silence between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I couldn’t think of what to give you as a farewell gift,” she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You didn’t have to get me anything.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ignored this. Instead, she looked up at the sky. Above us, it was suddenly dark. Grey, calumnious clouds were forming in the heavens. We were alone now, it seemed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the blue, a strong gust of wind shook the trees so that leaves flew from their stems and onto the ground. As the wind howled, _______let out a small shriek. Instinctively I put my arms around her; it was as if my body wanted to protect her from anything. Concerned, I turned to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were almost nose to nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, we leaned slowly towards each other, as if we were not close enough already.&lt;br /&gt;However, before our lips met, I seemed to remember that people would disapprove of what we were doing. Moral expectations of society simply extinguished my desire to get as close to her as possible. I pulled away. “Sorry,” I said, my mind swimming. Her cheeks were pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    “Well, I…thought I should say goodbye first, and so…” I shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, not knowing what to say.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; “Um, so…I guess this is goodbye.” I finished lamely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I turned, feeling somewhat crestfallen about how this has turned out. It was not supposed to be like this, this was not the way it was supposed to happen. I lowered my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    “Wait!” she cried. “Don’t go…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I turned back, stunned. _______ has never said that, never; all those times I waved cheerily when I needed to leave, she would simply allow a small smile and a smaller wave in return; a smile that would be sufficient to light up the whole world again, should everything melt into darkness. Yet…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    “Don’t go,” she repeated. “Please…I don’t want you to go.”&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;All around us, rain had begun to fall. Soaked to the skin, I stood dumbfounded, looking every bit of the idiot that everyone made me out to be; that is, everyone but _______. She moved closer towards me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   After what seemed forever, I found my tongue. “But…why?” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    “Because…” she hesitated, then went on. “Because I love you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    There was a very pregnant pause. Thunder rumbled in the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    “I…I love you too,” I admitted softly. “I’ve loved you ever since the first time we sat under this tree and talked about our lives.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    “That’s the silver lining I’ve been looking for,” she whispered; she moved up the last half inch so that our lips could touch, and then she was kissing me fiercely, and I was kissing back; everything is insignificant now, _______was the only real thing in the world. It was more than warm and pleasant; it was explosive; it was blissful oblivion. She held me close to her, her smooth hand caressing my cheek and my fingers running through her sweet-smelling hair. That kiss; hard but soft; fiery but cool- a warm sensation rose in my stomach; that of love and the burning desire to stay like this forever: locked in a tight embrace with her, our lips in contact with each other, touching softly. Lovingly. This was my last chance to say goodbye to her, and yet this is the last chance to prove my love, our love; so strong, so deep, yet so sad to never want to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this while, the rain pounded upon us; and still, I did not feel cold or wet; for I was basking in her warmth, totally absorbed, totally focused on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed an eternity before we broke apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You have to go, don’t you?” she whispered, looking anxious, and yet, sad. When I did not answer, she persisted: “Don’t you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost for words once more, I gave an affirmative nod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Then promise me something…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curious, I looked at her questioningly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Promise me…that we’ll see each other again.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I…I promise,” I said, in spite of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain has become a light drizzle; the sun showed itself once again, peeking from behind the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    “Look, a rainbow,” said _______ pointedly. I turned to look. Sure enough, a long colourful ribbon stretched across the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;She took my hand in hers and rested her head on my shoulder, despite my shirt being dripping wet. “Can we go out in it, for the first and last time?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    “Sure, if you like.” I said. I was suffused with some sort of bittersweet joy; I had succeeded in making sure that I gave the love of my life a final goodbye, but our relationship would be so short and fleeting. How cruel life is, in my last chance in doing something of such importance.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;I had won, but I had lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm grown up now.&lt;br /&gt;Just to revive my blog, this one.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&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/940630635903945354-3299323445252392449?l=retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3299323445252392449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-chance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/3299323445252392449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/3299323445252392449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-chance.html' title='Last Chance.'/><author><name>;melancholeric.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10009688907630142744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDhIYSjqPI/S2G8GWX5MJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/H2A0ah3mapI/S220/DSC00135.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-940630635903945354.post-4724987432985257918</id><published>2009-07-21T05:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T05:10:54.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1 day to chinese o level listening comp!&lt;br /&gt;why am i still slacking?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/940630635903945354-4724987432985257918?l=retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4724987432985257918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/07/1-day-to-chinese-o-level-listening-comp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/4724987432985257918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/4724987432985257918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/07/1-day-to-chinese-o-level-listening-comp.html' title=''/><author><name>;melancholeric.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10009688907630142744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDhIYSjqPI/S2G8GWX5MJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/H2A0ah3mapI/S220/DSC00135.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-940630635903945354.post-8311188686159393964</id><published>2009-07-08T08:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T08:11:59.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You know, sometimes it's just hard to relax.</title><content type='html'>It seems that I'm forever worrying my head off.&lt;br /&gt;But with assurance I tell myself: It's tightly screwed on.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some day I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days to O-Level Oral! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/940630635903945354-8311188686159393964?l=retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8311188686159393964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-know-sometimes-its-just-hard-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/8311188686159393964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/8311188686159393964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-know-sometimes-its-just-hard-to.html' title='You know, sometimes it&apos;s just hard to relax.'/><author><name>;melancholeric.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10009688907630142744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDhIYSjqPI/S2G8GWX5MJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/H2A0ah3mapI/S220/DSC00135.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-940630635903945354.post-1835087890902738991</id><published>2009-07-06T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T08:10:53.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Diary,</title><content type='html'>Should I even be writing this?,&lt;br /&gt;Because I don't even know what I really want now;&lt;br /&gt;Everything suddenly becomes so pointless,&lt;br /&gt;even LIVING by itself seems meaningless, let alone LOVING.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I knew what I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;The idea, the concept, the notion of life, the path of it, ALL of it&lt;br /&gt;seemed to stare at me with almost mocking lucidity.&lt;br /&gt;nothing seems to work, nothing;&lt;br /&gt;People tell me that screwing up real badly is a part of life;&lt;br /&gt;and I think, "Yup, and that sucks."&lt;br /&gt;But I think differently now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screwing up badly IS life;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that sucks. Big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, people still got to think positively,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all for something is better that all for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think what I need now is a hug;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-not those kind of happy-happy hugs when some huge feat you've accomplished is worth celebrating;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-not those kind of just-for-fun overbearing suffocating bone-crushing hugs, the kind that Lok Lam gives (not that he broke any of my bones);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the comforting, consoling type of hug, the warm, kind and understanding one that really signifies that the other truly knows what you're going through, those emotional throes, woes and what-nots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me about that Binomial Theorem test, it makes me feel worse. Something that can go under the category of All For Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid x^10.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/940630635903945354-1835087890902738991?l=retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1835087890902738991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-diary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/1835087890902738991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/1835087890902738991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-diary.html' title='Dear Diary,'/><author><name>;melancholeric.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10009688907630142744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDhIYSjqPI/S2G8GWX5MJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/H2A0ah3mapI/S220/DSC00135.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-940630635903945354.post-3378268350573009776</id><published>2009-06-30T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T04:16:57.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(From   http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label1"&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label2"&gt;You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label3"&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label4"&gt;Your have very sensible tactics when approaching the opposite sex. In many ways people find your straightforwardness attractive, so you will find yourself with plenty of dates.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your views on education&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label5"&gt;You may not like to study but you have many practical ideas. You listen to your own instincts and tend to follow your heart, so you will probably end up with an unusual job.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label6"&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label7"&gt;You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label8"&gt;You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label9"&gt;You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/940630635903945354-3378268350573009776?l=retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3378268350573009776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/from-httpwwwquizboxcompersonalitytest82.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/3378268350573009776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/3378268350573009776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/from-httpwwwquizboxcompersonalitytest82.html' title=''/><author><name>;melancholeric.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10009688907630142744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDhIYSjqPI/S2G8GWX5MJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/H2A0ah3mapI/S220/DSC00135.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-940630635903945354.post-337524236861673900</id><published>2009-06-25T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T08:17:45.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate Nafizath.</title><content type='html'>I mean, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I know that "hate" might be too strong a word to use, but...&lt;br /&gt;Look at what she did to my life.&lt;br /&gt;By calling up my parents,&lt;br /&gt;she worsened my relationship with them.&lt;br /&gt;which is already bad enough.&lt;br /&gt;And she as good as ruined the very last June Holiday I'm ever going to get.&lt;br /&gt;And see. It's coming to a close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ms/Mdm/Mrs/WHATEVER! Nafizath,&lt;br /&gt;Time really flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in school next term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I'm going to hate you from now on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/940630635903945354-337524236861673900?l=retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/337524236861673900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-hate-nafizath.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/337524236861673900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/337524236861673900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-hate-nafizath.html' title='I hate Nafizath.'/><author><name>;melancholeric.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10009688907630142744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDhIYSjqPI/S2G8GWX5MJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/H2A0ah3mapI/S220/DSC00135.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-940630635903945354.post-2436862546691900349</id><published>2009-06-22T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T06:10:21.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And now I've found something I don't like.</title><content type='html'>Schools to re-open as scheduled despite H1N1 situation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="update"&gt;By S Ramesh, Channel NewsAsia | &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="update"&gt;Posted: 22 June 2009 1823 hrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;SINGAPORE: Health Minister Khaw Boon Wan has said schools will re-open and the Asian Youth Games and National Day celebrations will carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But recently-returned students who have travelled to affected countries will stay at home for one week before joining their classmates when schools re-open on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ministry of Education (MOE) will provide more details soon, added Mr Khaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The health minister was speaking at a news conference on Monday to give an update on the latest developments on the Influenza A(H1N1)situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Khaw said that overall, life must continue as normally as possible with targeted control measures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them would be to close a school when a significant cluster is found so as to break the transmission or to isolate a competing team from other athletes as was done with the Filipino and the Hong Kong football players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Khaw also revealed that the scientific committee, chaired by the Director of Medical Services, is effectively evaluating the characteristics and the genome of the virus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The committee has determined that the H1N1 virus in Singapore remains identical with that in North America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, the consensus view was that the virus remains moderate-risk and Singaporeans need not panic over the development that there is now community spread in the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Khaw is confident that almost all infected cases will be able to recover fully and that Tamiflu and Relenza remain effective against the disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He, however, added: "But I thought I should explain that moderate risk does not mean no death. Just like the seasonal flu, there will be some deaths. That's why we need to target the high-risk patients, especially those with underlying medical conditions and to render the best chance of a full recovery. And that is why we need to allow our hospitals to be able to focus on the high-risk cases and not be distracted or overwhelmed by hundreds of mild cases."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among those in the high risk include pregnant mothers, people with asthma, those on kidney dialysis or on chemotherapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Health Ministry intends to advise these groups of patients with direct mailers of what they can do to protect themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On its part, the Health Ministry is also gearing up all its polyclinics and a few hundred general practitioners to treat suspected H1N1 cases in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving details of measures to tackle a wider community spread of the influenza, Mr Khaw explained that these will be called Pandemic Preparedness Clinics or PPCs and they can be recognised by their decal to handle walk-in suspect cases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These clinics will only refer some categories of high-risk suspect patients to public hospitals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Khaw said the Health Ministry would publicise to Singaporeans where these clinics are so they know where to seek advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He explained: "When the local bio-surveillance data confirms significant community spread and we need to move from containment to full mitigation, we will signal to the public to use these PPCs instead of going to the hospitals if their flu conditions are mild. And this may happen over the next few days."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Health Minister also revealed that the government would secure adequate supplies of the H1N1 vaccine for the population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the existing supply contract with the vaccine manufacturer, Mr Khaw said the ministry is also in active negotiations with other vaccine manufacturers. The aim is to diversify the supply of H1N1 vaccines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concluding, Mr Khaw said that last week has been eventful in the development of the outbreak in Singapore and the ministry expects this development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's because June would be challenging, given the large number of travellers returning from their holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the seven-week head start in battling the virus has been extremely useful, Mr Khaw said, to allow the government to gear up its system for the community spread phase of the outbreak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His advice to Singaporeans: just carry on with your lives normally but keep up the high standard of personal hygiene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- CNA/ir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr Khaw,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, outvoted. By alot.&lt;br /&gt;Even so, you're the one who makes the final decision.&lt;br /&gt;Well we'll just have have to give it to you ):&lt;br /&gt;Then what did channelnewsasia.com put the poll up for.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if MOE will agree though;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if this is okay, I guess they'll just give thumb-ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dear batchmates and fellow students in Singapore, those who want an extension this June Holiday;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Greatest Consolations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know, sometimes you just don't get your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-But I guess we're all used to it already, since things seldom go your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-So let's just continue living our melancholic little busy lives in hustle-bustle style;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-After all, we're still one big family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's all help each other out, 'kay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/940630635903945354-2436862546691900349?l=retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2436862546691900349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-now-ive-found-something-i-dont-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/2436862546691900349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/2436862546691900349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-now-ive-found-something-i-dont-like.html' title='And now I&apos;ve found something I don&apos;t like.'/><author><name>;melancholeric.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10009688907630142744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDhIYSjqPI/S2G8GWX5MJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/H2A0ah3mapI/S220/DSC00135.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-940630635903945354.post-6983505006597123590</id><published>2009-06-13T01:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T01:06:34.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;Then I had a nice dream the following night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you okay;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause I'm gonna get it if you aren't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, chatted with Titus for awhile today, just for him to suan me and tell me he don't like my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I didn't get any cheered up trying to play pokemon (emerald).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet again I don't feel like studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for trying to do homework. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Titus make me emo again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i think i wan watch naruto fillers to cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to watch naruto le. bb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/940630635903945354-6983505006597123590?l=retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6983505006597123590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-had-nightmare.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/6983505006597123590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/6983505006597123590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-had-nightmare.html' title=''/><author><name>;melancholeric.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10009688907630142744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDhIYSjqPI/S2G8GWX5MJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/H2A0ah3mapI/S220/DSC00135.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-940630635903945354.post-9213388259675640010</id><published>2009-06-13T01:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T01:02:38.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit.</title><content type='html'>Now I'M gonna get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/940630635903945354-9213388259675640010?l=retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/9213388259675640010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/shit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/9213388259675640010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/9213388259675640010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/shit.html' title='Shit.'/><author><name>;melancholeric.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10009688907630142744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDhIYSjqPI/S2G8GWX5MJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/H2A0ah3mapI/S220/DSC00135.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-940630635903945354.post-6660608619718514186</id><published>2009-06-10T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T08:32:06.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDhIYSjqPI/Si_RqKl27_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/0x6NL5uvSb8/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 79px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDhIYSjqPI/Si_RqKl27_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/0x6NL5uvSb8/s200/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345721805039923186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Disclaimer: I don't own this image, it belongs to the artist (Azuzphere/Jeff Thomas). Obtained from ponandzi.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/940630635903945354-6660608619718514186?l=retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6660608619718514186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/because.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/6660608619718514186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/6660608619718514186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/because.html' title='Because...'/><author><name>;melancholeric.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10009688907630142744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDhIYSjqPI/S2G8GWX5MJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/H2A0ah3mapI/S220/DSC00135.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDhIYSjqPI/Si_RqKl27_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/0x6NL5uvSb8/s72-c/10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-940630635903945354.post-624247744396575856</id><published>2009-06-09T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T08:29:17.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>48th post.</title><content type='html'>Posting because I can't stand the crap presently in my life.&lt;br /&gt;It's the last, the final June Holiday that I'd ever get, but somehow I don't think I'm enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, you must understand how busy I am:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;-10 years series.&lt;br /&gt;-One whole shitload of work to be done, marked and handed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Biology. (done already.)&lt;br /&gt;-One thick worksheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pure Geography. (I hate this part.)&lt;br /&gt;-Mindmap on Rivers.&lt;br /&gt;-Mindmap on River Management Strategies.&lt;br /&gt;-Mindmap on Coastal Zones.&lt;br /&gt;-Mindmap on Coastal Zone Management Strategies.&lt;br /&gt;-Workbook, 10++ pages.&lt;br /&gt;-[Comparative Analysis] Evaluate Forest Management Strategies within and outside Asia and compare them. (Marking Scheme is  given in order to ensure no slacking, and this time it's SOLO WORK.)&lt;br /&gt;-100-mark-assignment on Weather and Climate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-English Language.&lt;br /&gt;-2 Comprehensions, with summary.&lt;br /&gt;-750-word essay on the notion of evil in Lord Of The Flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Higher Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;-Oral - prepare for O-Level, coming 22/7. Impending doom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-E/A Mathematics.&lt;br /&gt;-4 thick/all-sided worksheets. (means two pages of the original paper are printed on one page of the photocopy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Including tuition homework. (which is _____.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but I'm compelled to be a good boy, stay at home and do homework, go for band practice, tuition sessions punctually etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, I've barely completed half of my homework and it's the second week already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, time really flies -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fact is, it simply flashed past me in a twinkle of an eye -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, that isn't the most important thing here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most pressing concern is  --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO TIME DO HOMEWORK LIAO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one must still remember, remember that -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I [am] (was) [still] a good boy. (once.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(note: the words in circular brackets are negative and the ones in the square brackets are positive.)&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No, I shouldn't be talking about this right 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;Fact is, ...&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-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;快捷华文会考口试将在七月二十二号来临！!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I sincerely hope I got the grammar and spelling right.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hell yeah, get your facts right man! The depressing truth lies lucidly before your eyes. Face it, despairing or not, for it's a fact!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and a life-changing one!)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hooray, the dots are back!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I feel compelled to be a good boy, I somehow can't bring myself to study for that stupid, dumb, and painfully pointless chinese oral exam. It's just DUMB! D-U-M-B. I daresay, it is even more so than I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit, I hate it straight to the core!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-shannaro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoops, so late already. I think I want to be a little helpful to those wondering how on earth to even start on that "evil" essay on Lord of the Flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin recommended to me this website, and I think it's good -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;http://www.sparknotes.com/lit/flies/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for helping people, nobody reads this anyway, so I think I'll just put this up for the sake of putting it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK PEOPLE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Well, I guess I'll be seeing you all later.&lt;/span&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&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/940630635903945354-624247744396575856?l=retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/624247744396575856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/48th-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/624247744396575856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/624247744396575856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/48th-post.html' title='48th post.'/><author><name>;melancholeric.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10009688907630142744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDhIYSjqPI/S2G8GWX5MJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/H2A0ah3mapI/S220/DSC00135.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-940630635903945354.post-658673555337936602</id><published>2009-06-06T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T08:39:56.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So what if it's the holidays?</title><content type='html'>I'm busy! :x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/940630635903945354-658673555337936602?l=retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/658673555337936602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-what-if-its-holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/658673555337936602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/658673555337936602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-what-if-its-holidays.html' title='So what if it&apos;s the holidays?'/><author><name>;melancholeric.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10009688907630142744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDhIYSjqPI/S2G8GWX5MJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/H2A0ah3mapI/S220/DSC00135.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-940630635903945354.post-3078101370730683269</id><published>2009-05-27T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T08:19:11.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>45th post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDhIYSjqPI/Sh1Y3HxuouI/AAAAAAAAAHY/9kXTmeloles/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 154px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDhIYSjqPI/Sh1Y3HxuouI/AAAAAAAAAHY/9kXTmeloles/s200/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340522437134951138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore swine flu patient zero found!&lt;br /&gt;So cool right? Maybe we'll have RED ALERT again! Temperature checks!&lt;br /&gt;Circle line opens TOMORROW!&lt;br /&gt;I wanna try it out!&lt;br /&gt;But the MP gonna have a free ride on it first!   T___T&lt;br /&gt;New Lorong Chuan Station, right outside my place!&lt;br /&gt;YEAH! NO NEED TAKE BUS 13 LIAO!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, MP should be waking up quite late and I don't wanna risk being late for school tomorrow; yeah, I'm a guai little mugger :D&lt;br /&gt;I got this newfound liking for Pon and Zi. They're just so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read Lord of The Flies. Damn cheem! Mr Lawrence Tan said it's boring. So, thinking that I would be put off quickly, I took it into the toilet and read while I pangsai'ed. But I got stuck in the book, and read all the way until Simon died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want Simon to die, he's such a nice person :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, so that's all.&lt;br /&gt;Credits to Azuzephre; link: ponandzi.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/940630635903945354-3078101370730683269?l=retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3078101370730683269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/45th-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/3078101370730683269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/3078101370730683269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/45th-post.html' title='45th post!'/><author><name>;melancholeric.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10009688907630142744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDhIYSjqPI/S2G8GWX5MJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/H2A0ah3mapI/S220/DSC00135.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDhIYSjqPI/Sh1Y3HxuouI/AAAAAAAAAHY/9kXTmeloles/s72-c/7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-940630635903945354.post-60033527423295953</id><published>2009-05-26T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T01:17:11.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDhIYSjqPI/ShulbejOdnI/AAAAAAAAAHI/DS4f14doW5Y/s1600-h/DSC00806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDhIYSjqPI/ShulbejOdnI/AAAAAAAAAHI/DS4f14doW5Y/s200/DSC00806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340043674653718130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDhIYSjqPI/ShulbM9KdWI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Nn7aaParjvY/s1600-h/DSC00756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDhIYSjqPI/ShulbM9KdWI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Nn7aaParjvY/s200/DSC00756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340043669930669410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drew these!&lt;br /&gt;I have to do homework, so bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/940630635903945354-60033527423295953?l=retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/60033527423295953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/60033527423295953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/60033527423295953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello.html' title='Hello!'/><author><name>;melancholeric.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10009688907630142744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDhIYSjqPI/S2G8GWX5MJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/H2A0ah3mapI/S220/DSC00135.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDhIYSjqPI/ShulbejOdnI/AAAAAAAAAHI/DS4f14doW5Y/s72-c/DSC00806.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-940630635903945354.post-948829964501300187</id><published>2009-05-25T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T07:51:40.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;I think I now know what true happiness is.&lt;br /&gt;Yah, something from the Pursuit of Happyness I think.&lt;br /&gt;But I think I also now know what true disappointment is.&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is a nice feeling. It starts somewhere from the chest, and it feels warm. This warmth travels to your throat, giving a unique feeling which cannot be expressed by words but undoubtedly pleasant. Yes, without a doubt. It sends sparks all over the body, making you want to do crazy stuff eg. handstands, cartwheel, ya. And I can only open my mouth without saying anything. I didn't want to damage my room though; therefore I contented myself with punching the wall. Several times, and just one small tiny insignificant cut on the fourth knuckle of my right hand. Yeah, I'm thick-skinned!&lt;br /&gt;BUT, today I got disappointed. By my computer...that feeling of hope and anticipation, it was like a sea and cycnism seemed non-existent. However, the disappointment was overwhelming. Inundating. That hope just sank down and leaked away somewhere, bit by bit, and left a big space there, making you feel pretty much empty. The rest are used up in futile attempts for __________. Nothing, but perhaps I will find determination there when I wake up tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I regret not doing my Chinese homework. It's due tomorrow and I don't feel like doing it. Worse, Mr Lawrence Tan set us, yes us 3-5, a GCE A-Level paper that I had no idea how to go about doing and just that is enough to drive me bonkers. And Nafizath set us 89-93 of the damn workbook. FOR GOODNESS' SAKE! WHY COULDN'T YOU JUST GIVE IT TO US ON THURSDAY SO WE COULD HAVE FINISHED IT ON MONDAY?! LIKE YOUR STUPID FILE CHECK IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN OUR TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer's going to die of lack of battery anytime now, so bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/940630635903945354-948829964501300187?l=retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/948829964501300187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/dear-diary-i-think-i-now-know-what-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/948829964501300187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/948829964501300187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/dear-diary-i-think-i-now-know-what-true.html' title=''/><author><name>;melancholeric.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10009688907630142744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDhIYSjqPI/S2G8GWX5MJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/H2A0ah3mapI/S220/DSC00135.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-940630635903945354.post-5445735423308524207</id><published>2009-05-23T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T01:24:08.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Righty, let's face it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I FAILED MY GEOG OVERALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yes, it's by 3%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess Nafizath's going to call my parents after all.&lt;br /&gt;Lok Lam passed. 50%.&lt;br /&gt;Damn him lah.&lt;br /&gt;Bryan Nicholas was no help, nor was he any comfort at all too.&lt;br /&gt;Guess it doesn't serve to be kind to people after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I don't feel very much surprised.&lt;br /&gt;It's almost as if it was expected.&lt;br /&gt;Exactly the same as I'd expect it to be that sole red mark on my report card.&lt;br /&gt;They say it's most common that students blame teachers when they get shit results.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but I think the same thing would happen if I took Pure History.&lt;br /&gt;It's as if I have no talent for humanities at all.&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I'd tell myself to look at it closely. In lit, I keep misreading stuff and misinterpreting this and jumping to conclusions and everything else and end up screwing up everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I think punching the wall is a comfort, firstly because I get to vent my anger on something that is *strong and silent!* and that it does not babble to anyone that I've bullied it. Secondly it won't last because it would hurt. Painful for my knuckles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, I've not made my knuckles bleed before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While that kid in Lord Of The Flies - Ralph, I think - apparently "struck the skin" off his knuckles without feeling pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I'm still a kid. I'm still afraid of pain. And Andrew asked me why I can't knock the door with my knuckles. Hey, at least I knocked right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think adolescence is catching up with me, because I suddenly got a penchant for romance movies just half an hour ago. So I decided to start with that movie the Higher Chinese students of Catholic High watched on Tuesday/Wednesday this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I didn't know how. But the amazing thing is, I found the name of the movie in less than five minutes. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(No, it's not because I remembered it, stupid.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called 2young, ju sok in Korean. I think. Hey, it's a nice movie all right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I suddenly got a liking for the word "effervescence". &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Effervescence.&lt;/span&gt; In other words, bubbles. A telltale sign that a gas is present. However, as not all gases produce effervescence, and it therefore is, typically, used to test for carbon dioxide gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I suddenly like that word, because of my chemistry teacher emphasizing on it so much that I like it, or maybe because of it's translation to layman terms - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bubbles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all those (perverts!) who have such colourful imagination and vivid fantasies, especially you, Levine!, I don't want to know what you're thinking of now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effervescence        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;span class="pronchars"&gt;       \&lt;span class="unicode"&gt;ˌ&lt;/span&gt;e-fər-&lt;span class="unicode"&gt;ˈ&lt;/span&gt;ves\           (&lt;/span&gt;intransitive verb)&lt;span class="pronchars"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_label start"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; to bubble, hiss, and foam as gas escapes&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span class="sense_label start"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; to show liveliness or exhilaration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Also, I know I should have posted this a very long time ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innate                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pronchars"&gt;\i-&lt;span class="unicode"&gt;ˈ&lt;/span&gt;nāt, &lt;span class="unicode"&gt;ˈ&lt;/span&gt;i-&lt;span class="unicode"&gt;ˌ&lt;/span&gt;\                 (adj)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_label start"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; existing in, belonging to, or determined by factors present in an individual from birth&lt;br /&gt;2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt; belonging to the essential nature of something&lt;br /&gt;3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; originating in or derived from the mind or the constitution of the intellect rather than from experience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...but here it is anyway. Lok Lam, this is for you. (Sorry. I can't put LL since there are so many LL's around, not to mention LOL's like you.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know why Levine likes to put commas (,) in his sms'es.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Levine, you're annoying aren't you. Stop harping about me and ______ or I'll have to slap you.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (That's right, in your face.)&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But while Levine likes commas, I like apostrophes (').&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't why, it's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;just me I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, somebody please tell Bryan Nicholas to stop assuming that I know what I want to draw. Unlike you, Bryan, I am, unfortunately, a very indecisive person who isn't all that quick on his feet. By the way I've liked drawing on my foolscap paper before Sec 1. How I acquired this habit remains shrouded in mystery. How enigmatic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else to write, so bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romantic stuff rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table style="width: 10px; height: 64px;" class="dict2" id="dict2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dict_text"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" class="tik"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dict_text"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/940630635903945354-5445735423308524207?l=retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5445735423308524207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-righty-lets-face-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/5445735423308524207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/5445735423308524207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-righty-lets-face-it.html' title='All Righty, let&apos;s face it.'/><author><name>;melancholeric.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10009688907630142744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDhIYSjqPI/S2G8GWX5MJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/H2A0ah3mapI/S220/DSC00135.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-940630635903945354.post-1941226611147547629</id><published>2009-05-19T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T05:49:49.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I forgot to put something else.</title><content type='html'>Watched movie for HCL periods today.&lt;br /&gt;Yuan Ye and Keith Chia were saying that the girl was cute behind me and ask everyone at large why they didn't use durex.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan gave us 10 mins for recess.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes btw my english got A2. Beat only by Yi Shen(he got A1) by 1 mark.&lt;br /&gt;I feel sad, but at least I beat Bryan Nicholas!&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but he's no help at all when I'm all depressed.&lt;br /&gt;Especially when I failed NAPFA again. I hate Shuttle Run and Standing Broad Jump.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to take Lok Lam's advice in hopping around I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Train leg power.&lt;br /&gt;I owe Bryan Nicholas a correction tape refill.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else to write about, so bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/940630635903945354-1941226611147547629?l=retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1941226611147547629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-forgot-to-put-something-else.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/1941226611147547629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/1941226611147547629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-forgot-to-put-something-else.html' title='I forgot to put something else.'/><author><name>;melancholeric.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10009688907630142744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDhIYSjqPI/S2G8GWX5MJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/H2A0ah3mapI/S220/DSC00135.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-940630635903945354.post-2090442472556630544</id><published>2009-05-19T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T04:09:14.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I DON'T KNOW WHY I SUDDENLY DISLIKE GEOGRAPHY.</title><content type='html'>It's pretty boring, the lessons. I fall asleep and can hardly remember what was taught.(which is stupid.)&lt;br /&gt;PLUS I don't like the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;File check: didn't get a lot of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher is blur, but so am I.&lt;br /&gt;Sad.&lt;br /&gt;GG already. For file check.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in the mood to write anything, so bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/940630635903945354-2090442472556630544?l=retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2090442472556630544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-know-why-i-suddenly-dislike.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/2090442472556630544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/2090442472556630544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-know-why-i-suddenly-dislike.html' title='I DON&apos;T KNOW WHY I SUDDENLY DISLIKE GEOGRAPHY.'/><author><name>;melancholeric.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10009688907630142744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDhIYSjqPI/S2G8GWX5MJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/H2A0ah3mapI/S220/DSC00135.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-940630635903945354.post-5660323658639285201</id><published>2009-05-18T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T07:48:43.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is a Monday.</title><content type='html'>I have a lot of homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice being an estate manager when Ronald Yu is slacking off somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLACKER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it. English and Geography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography was the most fun lesson today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent most of the period standing up because I didn't bring my workbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty pointless, from my point of view, to punish a student for not bringing stuff that's not going to be used in the end anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was funny. I wasn't really paying attention to her. She must have been complaining about how miserable her life is when I decided to say, "So am I."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like, what, random?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she tell me don't be rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sectionals sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/940630635903945354-5660323658639285201?l=retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5660323658639285201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-is-monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/5660323658639285201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/5660323658639285201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-is-monday.html' title='Today is a Monday.'/><author><name>;melancholeric.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10009688907630142744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDhIYSjqPI/S2G8GWX5MJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/H2A0ah3mapI/S220/DSC00135.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-940630635903945354.post-6972541285592370389</id><published>2009-05-17T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T07:42:36.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update.</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a lot yesterday and today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was not any Saturday. Which, well, was pretty amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most Saturdays would be spent slacking at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went for music lesson and was dazed by the score of RIVER FLOWS IN YOUR (heart). &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(It's by Yiruma, by the way.)&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Remembering that JinSheng would be opening the band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; room at 11:00am and leaving at 12:30pm, I went to school at 11:10am and reached there at 12+. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Well, what did you expect? I was travelling from Tiong Bahru, hello...)&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I can't play piano at all. I don't know why, but somehow my right and left hands just wouldn't work together. So anyway, I saw Gerald, Mok Cheong and Wee Kiat in the band room and Jin Sheng playing a eupho, and went for my cornet. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I prefer cornet. After all, a trumpet's just so long.)&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Then I turned, walked one step, and promptly treaded into a puddle of water on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Actually, it's not saliva, but condensed water vapour. Still, it's disgusting. One of the valves of Gerald's horn was stuck and stiff and wouldn't move. Anyway, I went ahead and warmed up. I sucked at first. But I played C, D, E, F, G, A and B major scales after low chromatics and reached top C. Hell YEAH! Then I went to the "Chinese Corner" outside and play to top D! Hahah! And got chased away by the Student Councillors who were painting stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I marvelled at my zai'ness and played until I got tired. So I kept it and went into the bandstore. I drew on my foolscap paper. The picture is so cool. I don't see why Bryan Nicholas thinks it's evil. He just has weird ulqorria eyes, bat wings, a pointed tail, chest muscles and a six-pack, that's all. I stared at it for a while, then highlighted it with a red pen and took a photo. Lazy to upload. But nobody reads this anyway, so upload for what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went out to see the SCs painting. Jun Yuan, Nikkson, and Marcus were there. Then Shoki came. And after that I took out my cornet again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't play long before Jun Yao came (to play his clarinet or study, I don't know). Then I felt tired suddenly and kept my cornet again. Then saw the SCs "resting". YAH. So? I saw KitChong and Joel (Chien). Oh yes, Joel (Tan) came to return a trumpet sometime ago and I forgot to tell Xian Zhe. What a coincidence. Then I lent Jun Yuan Ms Choi's scores. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Ms Choi is my music teacher.) So he had a tough time just staring at it. He gave up after a while and make me play song. So I played an emo one (Which is about the only one I know, it's damn easy) and walked off. Later he gave me some of his coffee ice blend, so nice! I saw Guan Jie later on and a long time before that Abraham wearing what looked like NCC Land uniform, which he says it's an NCC Air uniform. Okay, I give. At least he knows more about uniforms than I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know Shoki uses a Mac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while he chiong'ed home to get some screws, apparently because he wants to repair that screwed band room door. So I waited for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. Wait. Wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he came back and one of the SCs came to help with the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got bored and went to play with the sledge. HAHA! SO FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah. So...how arh? I have a lot, A LOT of things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fix the dooor. Fix. Fix. Fix. Then Shoki suddenly realised he needed a drill, so he&lt;br /&gt;chiong'ed home for it. At 3+ I went to buy lunch and ate in school while Jun Yao passed by and while he gave me the same look as the time when I wore pajamas to school. At 5+ the gate was closing and the SCs' banner wouldn't dry. So how? Hah...I don't want to give the details...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only when I reached home that I remembered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went to swim. Saw David (Lee). Then saw Jonathan (Lim), Joel (Lim), and basically all my maternal-side cousins. Ate dinner and spent the rest of the time reading Naruto Shippuden manga. Then I went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened today. Woke up at 11:10am. Breakfast, skyped my brother and then my sister popped by for lunch (Andy JieFu was on reservist). Then my sister told me failing a subject in Sec3 is normal, so don't kill yourself. Then Uncle ChongLeng, Zhi Yu and David came. David would be sharing room with me, by the way. RJ is nearer to my place than his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for English after Chinese. Felt really disorientated by the change of subject so I was a bit moody. Then somehow the subject of "short" came up and it didn't make me feel any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debate today. Somehow I found a foolscap cover on my hand. (I was sitting between ZhengXun and Dennis and opposite to Andrew and Claudia.) Then somehow I got pissed and flicked it to Andrew. But it hit Claudia instead! Ohmygosh sorry Claudia! I meant to hit Andrew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. Screwed up debate. Then go home. Nothing to do, so went to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/940630635903945354-6972541285592370389?l=retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6972541285592370389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/6972541285592370389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/6972541285592370389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/update.html' title='Update.'/><author><name>;melancholeric.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10009688907630142744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDhIYSjqPI/S2G8GWX5MJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/H2A0ah3mapI/S220/DSC00135.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-940630635903945354.post-6602301791488635076</id><published>2009-05-15T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T08:43:42.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am 64%! Asian.</title><content type='html'>[x] Both of your parents are from Asia&lt;br /&gt;[x] You were born in Asia&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You use the term "Azn"&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You think DDR is cool&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've watched lots of anime&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like Korean drama (neutral)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have stuff hanging on your phone&lt;br /&gt;[x] You think your parents want you to marry within your own race&lt;br /&gt;[x]You eat rice almost everyday&lt;br /&gt;[x] You drink lemon tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X's so far: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You style your hair.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have a bebo/myspace/friendster&lt;br /&gt;[x] You speak languages other than English&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your parents are strict&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your parents have high expectations of you&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You always get A's/B's on your report&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; [x] You do Chemistry/Biology/Physics/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Accounting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[x] You know your multiplication table&lt;br /&gt;[x] You play badminton or table tennis or Irish Pingpong&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've seen the asian version The ring/The grudge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X's so far: 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You own an asian car - Honda, Toyota, etc&lt;br /&gt;[x] You're not the only child&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've gotten little red envelopes around February&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You know the difference between kung fu, karate and tae kwon do&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your mother tries to bargain even though the product is already discounted&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You can solve a rubiks cube&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have a box of noodles somewhere in your house&lt;br /&gt;[x] You play video games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X's so far: 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Everytime you're going out, your parents ask you where you're going and what time you'll be home&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have karaoke at home&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've been to a LAN more than 3 times&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have incense sticks/moth balls in your house&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You own a gaming console&lt;br /&gt;[x] You don't wear shoes in your house&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can use chopsticks&lt;br /&gt;[x] You get nothing if you do well in school, but punished if you don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X's so far: 26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your parents won't let you go out if you have school the next day&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have asian songs on your computer/iPod&lt;br /&gt;[x] You don't like football&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You like Soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X's so far: 29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have a curfew&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You know what ulzzang/tb means&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You know what purikura is&lt;br /&gt;[x] you like bubble tea&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your parents bought you shoes many sizes too big so you can "grow into it" and wear it for years to come&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've played final fantasy&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You believe in fortune cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X's so far: 32&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You know what is bok choy&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've heard the song "Got rice?"&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've had pockys/yan yan before&lt;br /&gt;[ ] when you ask for ur mums permission she goes "ask ur dad"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total X's: 33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multiply your total score by 2 and put the subject as I am _% Asian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/940630635903945354-6602301791488635076?l=retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6602301791488635076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-64-asian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/6602301791488635076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/6602301791488635076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-64-asian.html' title='I am 64%! Asian.'/><author><name>;melancholeric.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10009688907630142744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDhIYSjqPI/S2G8GWX5MJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/H2A0ah3mapI/S220/DSC00135.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-940630635903945354.post-4880964193858441474</id><published>2009-05-15T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T05:58:43.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Screwed Grades</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I FEEL VERY PISSED TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't know why, I'm just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, it's quite frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;'cause I failed BIO.&lt;br /&gt;YES. I FAILED BIO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a pathetic 44.5/100 .&lt;br /&gt;I feel very sad about this and damn frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;To the point that I feel ready to take my own life.&lt;br /&gt;I managed to pass Geog with a 27/50.&lt;br /&gt;But I think I'll still get a fail grade as an overall, because I screwed up the class test of 30% with a damn 2/15.&lt;br /&gt;LAUGH!&lt;br /&gt;I chiong'ed the 100-mark assignment and the flood project.&lt;br /&gt;So, in the end what happen? Die lor. Still got what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies was damn boring. I was fighting the ZZ MONSTER the whole time while them teachers were going through the paper. How am I supposed to catch a thing while engaged in battle with such a beastly beast? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(By the way, I'll pass my Combined Humanities.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Still, I can't help feeling bad for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, look at it. 10 pro shits from the whole level got A1/A2 for the stupid subject.&lt;br /&gt;And Mr Goh said-what?-a %age of people passed. Even Wei Hao got a 50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the BIO/CHEM combination because I hate physics (physucks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't like any of the sciences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when they gave out that answer sheet/marking scheme, I felt damn retarded! It felt like I was being ridiculed by the paper itself. ALL my answers were CRAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the worst insult is, Mitchell failed as badly as I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't see the point in trying to haggle for marks because, it would be a waste of time. It's just a glaring truth I'd just have to learn to accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just getting the paper cost me my appetite. So I went straight to the band room. By the end of the Sec3 meeting, I was cheered up quite a lot, mainly due to Joel (Hong) and his cold jokes. Thanks Joel! I forgive you for making me choke on my saliva during Thursday's 2 rounds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't holding some big post, just estate manager (with Ronald Yu.) We have a lot to do I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to face my parents in the end, so I told them straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expected a beating and then screaming, but all they did was scold. It was damn demoralising. And the worst thing is, they said that the SYF practices were to blame. Because of their previous experience with my brother. From NCC Land. He was quite enthu but he ended up hellish results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They want me to start mugging from today on like there's some big examination coming SO soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here I am, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know what else there is got to say, but I shall say this:&lt;br /&gt;I will post as long as I've got the time to do so, and&lt;br /&gt;if there's anything interesting or will change my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lok Lam's abbrievation for Loss Of Lives is damn funny. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/940630635903945354-4880964193858441474?l=retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4880964193858441474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/screwed-grades.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/4880964193858441474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/4880964193858441474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/screwed-grades.html' title='Screwed Grades'/><author><name>;melancholeric.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10009688907630142744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDhIYSjqPI/S2G8GWX5MJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/H2A0ah3mapI/S220/DSC00135.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-940630635903945354.post-8021460209760653593</id><published>2009-05-14T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T08:30:41.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SCRIPT CHECK...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was script check for Chemistry and A-maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn you Wei Min. In hall of fame for chem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn you Ronald. Full marks for A-maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasted those 8 marks on pointless mistakes which should not be there at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I used that *SHIT!* time checking my paper THOROUGHLY instead of flipping through then writing calculator model(s) on the papers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then worrying my head off for that stupid bloodthirsty meathead of a question because I could not see that stupid stupid (exponent)x! Bloody sonuva - !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, those 8 marks would have given me 100%! DAMN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Chemistry was better than I expected. Managed to bargain 4.5 marks out! Now pending approval, I will know if I got a DISTINCTION (not A1!) [or not :(  ] for the subject!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I beat Wei Hao in Lit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in paper 1 of English. I did not expect such an unexpected mark! I wrote the narrative on "Heart" and I thought I would not do so well for this time round! HAH! Narrative rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad results today, but I must say it could have been better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band pract was...yah, band pract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say this now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not SL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO? Xian Zhe was the SL for so long, like I have a chance. Plus, as much as I hate to admit it, Xian Zhe is much, much, MUCH better than me. But Mitchell is SL so I felt a little...yah. Sorry Mitch, been insulting you last 2 posts...hope you don't see this. He came for band today, which is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SUGOII!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Problem was, he vanished, rematerialised with Paul (his junior) and than disappeared right after that, did not see him all the way up till...um, tomorrow I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;To me, I reek of stupidity and impudence.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I think my drills were okay today, though I forgot how to do them. But I felt tired, so my pumping and running went a bit funny today. The guy with the white smoke chased the sec 3 squad through the whole session LOL. Tzung Ern/Xian Zhe keluar-baris'ed how many times before we settled on the track. First time run run run so much during fall in session (not PT yet, then. It was supposed to prepare us for POP.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like an evil kid though. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Still, I can't help feeling frightened for tomorrow's script check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIO, GEOG &amp;amp; SS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want Nafizath to call my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the saying goes, people start failing subjects at sec 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I failed Physics at Sec 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hated the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M STILL FRIGHTENED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, frightened as I am, I must have the COURAGE in me, acknowledging the GRAVITY of the situation, and finally brace myself to FACE THE MUSIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That's my way of the ninja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&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/940630635903945354-8021460209760653593?l=retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8021460209760653593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/script-check_14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/8021460209760653593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/8021460209760653593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/script-check_14.html' title='SCRIPT CHECK...'/><author><name>;melancholeric.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10009688907630142744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDhIYSjqPI/S2G8GWX5MJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/H2A0ah3mapI/S220/DSC00135.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-940630635903945354.post-8607312383565439634</id><published>2009-05-13T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T04:09:49.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Script check again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost 6 marks for nothing on E-maths paper.&lt;br /&gt;Eugene still owes me $1.50 for a pencil.&lt;br /&gt;Skipped physics script. Went to play Pet Society/Frost Bite 2/Raft Wars in the library. Yah duh I don't take the subject...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------6 marks!-------------&lt;br /&gt;For nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Those:-&lt;br /&gt;      -&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Beautiful priceless miraculous sweet ultra funky fantastic dramatic romantic sadistic erotic exotic athletic perfect stylish dangerous psychedelic valuable economical continental incredible unbelievable guillotine shining holy wonderful pretty super magnum sexy sexy glamorous lovely cutie fanatic aquatic dynamic domestic flawless glimmering glittering glistening perilous stunning stupefying sacred divine tera god-like dominant great eminent outstanding thunderstriking flabbergasting shell-shocking greatly respected heavenly glowing icy burning hot silky desired muscular extravagant massive flashy striking colourful elaborate flaming flamboyant royal majestic extraordinary cream of the crop exorbitant weighty mathematical bright pure unadulterated pristine gentle warm blissful paralysing commendable valourous compassionate joyful rapidly whirling sizeable enchanting imposing imperious ominous dark violent immense glaring impeccable torrential flooding unfazed indefatigable burgeoning escalating powerful forceful assertive inundating agile nimble noble vice-like formidable forbidding vivacious affluent influential commanding unnerving disconcerting mirthful jubilant amazing spectacular genius talented perservering perverted frolicsome playful intimidating candid frank mesmerising fascinating profound deep complicated sophiscated indestructible enigmatic superb top-notch labyrithine courtly baffling tranquil austere picturesque charming hallowed regal breathtaking paranomic grand infallible deft adroit graceful acclaimed sublime surreal beguiling golden rich unique dreamlike captivating therapeutic unreal unfliching unfaltering sheer vibrant lively twinkling rustic carefree unearthly full-blown radiant merry withstanding tremendous delightful lavish loaded sleek fiery ingenious brilliant indecipherable inconceivable puissant remarkable kaleidoscopic lucrative piquant coveted heady euphoric exhilarating phenomenal prized earthshattering momenttous grandiose intoxicating major blockbuster handsome stoic impassive vertiginous dizzying bewildering gleaming-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;6 marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Frittered. Gone. Squandered. Wasted away before my very eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I could do was stop and stare at my paper, which suddenly seemed small and insignificant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It cost me a grade, if not 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid mistakes, all of them were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It resulted in a 27/40 for paper 1 and 43/60 for the other.&lt;br /&gt;Which is a 69.25 (50-50) or a 70 (40-60)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pwned flat by Xian Zhe, Lok Lam and many of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;And the worst insult is, Mitchell scored 43/60 for paper 2.&lt;br /&gt;(Quoted the first part of the sentence from Lok Lam.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:applybreakingrules/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:usefelayout/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:宋体;  panose-1:2 1 6 0 3 1 1 1 1 1;  mso-font-alt:SimSun;  mso-font-charset:134;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:3 135135232 16 0 262145 0;} @font-face  {font-family:"\@宋体";  panose-1:2 1 6 0 3 1 1 1 1 1;  mso-font-charset:134;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:3 135135232 16 0 262145 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:宋体;  color:black;  mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;  font-weight:bold;  mso-bidi-font-weight:normal;} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:10;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:10;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:10;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:10;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:10;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm very sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one earthshattering, momentous moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The glaring truth bares itself plainly to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I drank it in like bitter medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have to perservere. I just have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the worst has yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's scary, but I must face it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put on a brave front and face the mellifluous melodic musical music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want Nafizath to call my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&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/940630635903945354-8607312383565439634?l=retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8607312383565439634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/script-check-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/8607312383565439634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/8607312383565439634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/script-check-again.html' title='Script check again!'/><author><name>;melancholeric.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10009688907630142744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDhIYSjqPI/S2G8GWX5MJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/H2A0ah3mapI/S220/DSC00135.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-940630635903945354.post-1247757712984275073</id><published>2009-05-12T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T00:28:39.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BY THE WAY:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;happy birthday to Peiqi.&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/940630635903945354-1247757712984275073?l=retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1247757712984275073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/by-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/1247757712984275073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/1247757712984275073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/by-way.html' title='BY THE WAY:'/><author><name>;melancholeric.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10009688907630142744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDhIYSjqPI/S2G8GWX5MJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/H2A0ah3mapI/S220/DSC00135.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-940630635903945354.post-1134936018486522325</id><published>2009-05-12T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T00:20:53.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Script check!</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary.&lt;br /&gt;Script check today.&lt;br /&gt;My English result pwn Guan Jie lol. Never expected that.&lt;br /&gt;But Bryan Nicholas own me by 5.5 marks.&lt;br /&gt;And damn Xian Zhe la. Pro shit.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Paper 1 own me by 44-35=9 marks&lt;br /&gt;sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Lok Lam taught Bryan Nicholas how to keep a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/940630635903945354-1134936018486522325?l=retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1134936018486522325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/script-check.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/1134936018486522325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/1134936018486522325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/script-check.html' title='Script check!'/><author><name>;melancholeric.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10009688907630142744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDhIYSjqPI/S2G8GWX5MJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/H2A0ah3mapI/S220/DSC00135.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-940630635903945354.post-20534302867382011</id><published>2009-05-10T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T00:34:26.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The perfect weekend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT MY ROOM BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I did a lot of stuff on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday-Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Took the crazy Bio paper. Then wasted 4.5 hours eating lunch and doing stupid stuff. Then had band pract from 2:30 to 6. Sectionals. Damn sian. Xian Zhe ask me and Ezbon to go away lah. So we Golden Jubilee'd till 4, then Ezbon tired lah. (Can understand, 1st Trumpet leh! I died after trying to play that whole part in one go...) I not tired, my part so slack! 2nd Cornet HAHAH! So low! Then Xian Zhe sms me to go back now but somehow my phone was on the floor. So when Tzung Ern and Shoki came to tell us the band fall in liao we LOL'ed and I picked up all my stuff without checking my phone. Then I saw Xian Zhe writing stuff in the band room and I ask him WHY NEVER TELL US? He said HUH so I go keep my instrument and stuff my watch, wallet and handphone inside the case also. Then I fall in with Ezbon and screwup a bit. Then played basketball. Play, slack, then slack some more. Then go home. My Dad offered to fetch me so I agreed. I shouldn't have. My Dad fetch my Mum after fetching me from KALLANG, and the damn traffic was damn heavy lah. Then Jonathan went missing because his phone out of battery. So spent some time calling his Mom on the way home at around 7:30, and his Mom was friggin' pissed so I felt sorry for him. I actually had the heart to feel anxious for my dear cousin and leave dinner till 8+. So went to RI to look for him. But cannot find him. On the way back I suggested why not call his house. So call lah. Then JOEL LIM picked up the phone and tell us Jonathan come back le. I went DIAO. Wasted so much time, so MESSY!, and left me starving. Joel, YOU'RE TOO MUCH! At least give a call when he come home lah! So after coming home I spent some time slacking around and then sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I woke up at 5am that morning because I couldn't sleep with a thunderstorm so NOISY! And bright flashes of light(ning) was so annoying! My Mom confiscated my computer at 11:30 pm yesterday, so I grabbed the computer and went to my room and watched Bleach. Then read the manga. Then had breakfast at 9. Then rushed to music at 9+. My Mom overslept after she promised to return me my ipod which was with her for 0.5 years and insisted I sit through breakfast with her. But I got 2 new albums and she say ok I let you Autofill but my appointment in JURONG starts at 10. So halfway through she tell me go for music now so I left with them leaving my computer to run on battery (for 2 hours). My parents dropped me off at J8. So I took MRT to Tiong Bahru. Damn tired because of the thunderstorm. So after that I took MRT back to Toa Payoh and took 73 from there. Faster. And a lot of my friends live in Toa Payoh so there's always the chance of bumping into them. But I met nobody there, not even Miss Khoo (I saw her before the exams). So my computer ran out of battery. I had to pack my WHOLE OMG -SO-MESSY room (including my Pokemon cards which were scattered all over the place because a guest was coming to stay the next day). Took one whole afternoon trying to sort my stuff, from 3-6. By the way, I have not removed the decorations I put up in the built-in toilet. Then Zhi En brought her friends over and hogged the BBQ pit. I slacked all the way through but I didn't eat much. In fact, I felt hungry when I went to bed. So I chatted with her friends because I had nothing better to do. I told them I didn't like fruits starting with L. That's right, it's you Lok Lam. Or maybe it's you Levine. So it was lychee, lime, lemon and longan. Yup. And I don't like mango but I like mangosteen (and mango pudding). So I talked from 8-9+ (beat that Quintus) then I went to laugh at my triple-science cousin who have A-maths and Bio on Tuesday. So I crapped around about Bio and went to my room to watch Dick Lee and Hossan Leong. Then I Pet Society'ed till 11:30 then slept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/span&gt;: Woke up at 10+. So I went to eat stuff. Then my parents told me we were going to lunch for Mom's day. Happy Mom's day Mom. Then I eat eat eat. Ya. My shirt a bit small and my pants a bit short so my Mom didn't like. But anyway, went for tuition even though Mrs Tan told me to cancel my lessons haha...then passed the toilet and remembered the THING THAT FELL last week! Omg I felt so sorry! Just jumped and IT fell! Dennis asked me to jump, then...! PEIQI! Try not to say anything about it PLEASE! I kind of  feel so GUILTY! It was a LOL then! Yah, but anyways after tuition I went home and watched Charlie&amp;amp;The Chocalate Factory then slack until 10. Haha! Then slack a bit then pajama'ed Pet Society and spam races. I learnt one thing! NEVER to use Firefox to play Pet Society on my computer! Lag like anything! But I'm using Firefox now anyway. Then same, my Mom confiscated my computer but she didn't take my handphone and ipod. So I listened to songs (now in my Grandma's room) until Grandma caught me. SHE WAS DAMN ANNOYING! Of course, I caved in in the end. I don't want any trouble but she made a hell lot of noise. I was emoing and remembering all the sad parts of my miserable life (Fort Minor). Then she made her noise and OMG how I wanted, how I desired the quiet, the cool darkness, the sweet privacy of my room! Grandma slept with a night light, a noisy fan (albeit on a big bed). And it was so HOT at my side! WARGH! I took my ipod to try and forget about it, but DAMN THE MOSQUITOES! The mosquito-infested part of the room (RIGHT BESIDE THE TOILET) was damn annoying! But the guest took MY room! ARGH! IWANT MY ROOM BACK! I'm going to ask for RENT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MONDAY&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Today's a school holiday. SO WHAT? My Dad wants me to do maths on AceLearning because I confessed my screwedup Emaths paper! HELLO! It's a post-exam holiday! What's this for, damnit! WHAT THE FRIGGIN HELL IS THIS? (In fact, I'm supposed to do maths now, but here I am blogging.) I want to punch something! Actually I've punched a lot of walls this morning. BUT I STILL FEEL FRUSTRATED! WHY SO HARDCORE? TELL ME WHY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;WHY? WHY? WHY...?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Damn annoyed and angry and frustrated now. Is this teenage angst? I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;Mercy, please&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/940630635903945354-20534302867382011?l=retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/20534302867382011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want-my-room-back-i-did-lot-of-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/20534302867382011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/20534302867382011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want-my-room-back-i-did-lot-of-stuff.html' title='The perfect weekend.'/><author><name>;melancholeric.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10009688907630142744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDhIYSjqPI/S2G8GWX5MJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/H2A0ah3mapI/S220/DSC00135.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-940630635903945354.post-7715131125367093396</id><published>2009-05-09T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T01:38:21.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OKAY, I'M SCREWED.&lt;br /&gt;&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/940630635903945354-7715131125367093396?l=retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7715131125367093396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/okay-im-screwed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/7715131125367093396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/7715131125367093396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/okay-im-screwed.html' title=''/><author><name>;melancholeric.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10009688907630142744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDhIYSjqPI/S2G8GWX5MJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/H2A0ah3mapI/S220/DSC00135.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-940630635903945354.post-6799477177908234102</id><published>2009-05-08T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T17:47:06.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Geoggeoggeoggeog. OH NO I SCREWED UP GEOG MIDYEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I DON'T WANT NAFIZATH TO CALL MY PARENTS!&lt;br /&gt;I'm SCREWED.&lt;br /&gt;SHIT HELL NO!&lt;br /&gt;NAFIZATH! DON'T CALL MY PARENTS PLEASE! :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Useless shit lah!&lt;br /&gt;I'm hellah screwed.&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;I know I'm a retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/940630635903945354-6799477177908234102?l=retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6799477177908234102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/geoggeoggeoggeog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/6799477177908234102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/6799477177908234102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/geoggeoggeoggeog.html' title=''/><author><name>;melancholeric.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10009688907630142744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDhIYSjqPI/S2G8GWX5MJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/H2A0ah3mapI/S220/DSC00135.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-940630635903945354.post-3100258877048968824</id><published>2009-05-08T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T15:37:58.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE END.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mid-Year Examination ends today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My Mid-Year Examination ended today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOW SOME ENTHUSIASM YOU LITTLE SHIT!&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;WOOHOOOOOOOOOO!&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;FREEDOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Okay, that's 'bout enough I guess ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I could not finish my OKONKWO/IKEMEFUNA/THINGS FALL APART essay.&lt;br /&gt;-I wrote the one-word-question essay. EPIC FAIL.&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;Come on 2-2, let's show the awesomeness and imba-ness of Chen through this paper.&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;HELL YEAH!&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;-I screwed up my Geog. It's going to be a fug-pug-ugly grade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH NO!&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;Then I wrote okay crap for the HCL paper 1 the next day.&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;It was okay, I guess. Can pass la.&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 went to Bishan Market with Dwayne, Daryl and Wei Hao. Saw Marcus there too.&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;Pon History exam! HAHA!&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;So while they were complaining about some Stalin guy, I didn't know what they were talking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Took the HCL paper 2 on Monday. Okay I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Took SS paper. Stupid mural. Why did Bobby Sands have to die? Then we no need write about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Tuesday we took the English paper 2.&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;Shit. My summary overshot. No time cancel stuff!&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;OH NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daryl, Wei Hao, Lok Lam and me went to find our chem teacher la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs (Valerie) Chua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ya. We learnt lots of stuff during physics paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Daryl was damn funny! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he made (pretty much) an idiot of himself just because of Lit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerald, Eugene and Yi Shen joined us too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when Mrs (Anna) Tan passed by Yi Shen was FUNNY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on (Mr) Tan Jit Hui caught me and Wei Hao playing scissors paper stone =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he scolded us la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY LA! MY FAULT! I LIKE SCISSORS PAPER STONE CAN????!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next day, Chem paper OWNED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The A-maths paper was okay I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lit and E-maths on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I wrote a HELL LOT on unseen but maybe because of that I couldn't finish text-based.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E-maths was STUPID!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PREPARE TO FAIL PAPER 1 LA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-At least paper 2 was more sensible la. But PAPER 1 is just WTF????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Biology today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bullshit paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cannot finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I finished essay though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Damnit la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-How did I while away the 4.5 hours before band pract?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-WASTE TIME LA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lunch'ed with Shoki and Jin Sheng at Bishan Market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Then I went to buy Bubble Tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I met Alvin and Dong Hong there. And some other guy I never see before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walk la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'round the HDB block that came out on the other side and walk to J8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn long leh. Walk about 45 minutes la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about going the long way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I might find Wei Hao and Yue Feng there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't, so I went back to school and do a bit of yoga in the band room with Wei Hao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yue Feng sit in band store reading some stuff he shouldn't be reading ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I slacked away time there. 1 hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then sectionals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then fall-in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed most of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xian Zhe la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He informed me through sms la, but I didn't get it until 6+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave my phone and wallet together on the steps while Golden Jubileeing with Ezbon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Tzung Ern tell us go back 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;We were told to go away :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, they falled in le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then ATTENDENCE TAKING! Lols Xianzhe damn funny la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finish he lag abit then say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehh, who is Azz-Bon arh?&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;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIYOH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then play soccer&amp;amp;basketball then go back band room then gohome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/940630635903945354-3100258877048968824?l=retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 0% for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Life is always like that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are so fickle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can rarely get one that is involuntary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the mid-year is coming, but you still have to sleep what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm getting better at having involuntary dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(FYI, not the wet ones.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albeit it happening only from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had one last night which involved &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;HER&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Don't jump to conclusions just like that lah, all you dirty-minded perverts! IT'S NOT A WET ONE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Why am I so vehement if I am innocent of such a unintentional vice in the process of puberty? Gosh I'm getting more PARANOID!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it's the third one already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(That cold blooded creature that impersonated her is gonna suffer...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one linked a pokemon cave and bus-stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second one linked my primary school to my secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third one took place right outside the band store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the scary type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one ended when I realised that it could not be real through a conversation with _______.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second and third ended pretty abruptly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second made no sense at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to bring back that horrid memory from the dream even though it's vividly imprinted on my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams, tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't like the sound of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/940630635903945354-7237881242923089729?l=retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7237881242923089729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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slowly, not noticing the double duo behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Jie Xiang shouted,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oi!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought he was calling someone else, so I just continued walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oi!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OI!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I turned back, wondering who would be so slow not to realise that someone was shouting at him.&lt;br /&gt;Then I realised that he was shouting at me, so I immediately made way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but not before seeing Xian Zhe's  _________ face go ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gasp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a hopeless, retarded ___________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I start this section...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan Lim     (Band Major, Relationship)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koh Xian Zhe   (Band Major, Admin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ding Tzung Ern   (Band Major, Operations)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wong Jin Sheng   (Drum Major)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoki Lin (Concert Master)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHS Chinese Orchestra (GWH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHS EL Drama (GWH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee Zhi Yu (top in school for maths)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put ESTATE MANAGER on that list.&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 really like SAI GANG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because I have an ipod in my head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got exam next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I think I'm going to pass English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I think I'm gonna pass Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I think I'm gonna fail Geography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I think I'm gonna be scared for lit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I think I'll curse ____________ 'cause of social studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I think it's safe to hope for an A1 in Amaths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I think I'm gonna borderline emaths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I think it's safe to hope for a B3--B4 for Chem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I think I won't do for Bio as good as last term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arbitary Randomness :   I yelled at a goat because I'm cool like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I don't know how to spell "arbitrary".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I think I just spelled it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------I thinked I'm an harmless idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not Wei Hao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------Stressed--------------------.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents love/hate me.     YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're so protective of me, it's overbearing. It's suffocating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------Lack of Dictatorship Skills----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the sec2s to MacRitchie for CIP as a PSL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was seriously disappointed with myself, 'cause this proves I'm easy to bully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hard to get them to just shuddup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky 'twas a teacher there, or I'll never be able to get anything done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have the mood to do band cheer back in the band room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Aaron started it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah. It was lousy lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to take attendance because teacher told me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quintus called me an extra little _________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know the last word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still felt worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------E-learning days coming up.&lt;/span&gt;&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/940630635903945354-4328452074019650539?l=retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4328452074019650539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDhIYSjqPI/S2G8GWX5MJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/H2A0ah3mapI/S220/DSC00135.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-940630635903945354.post-1764305674310245855</id><published>2009-04-17T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T22:22:02.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homework!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel like a hopeless ______.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want to do my homework.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's way boring 'cause I don't know how to go about doing it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I did it'd be a different story all together.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I spent the morning reading To Kill A Mockingbird again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey, it's a nice book!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sit back down, please, Burris,"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"You try and make me, Missus."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, I decided I should write something.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, not exactly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"He was among the most diminutive of men, but when Burris Ewell turned towards him, Little Chuck Little's right hand went to his pocket.`Watch your step, Burris,' he said.`I'd soon kill you as look at you. Now go home.'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, here's a list on my homeworks:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"From this incident and others at school, what do we learn about Scout?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-To be submitted on Monday, 20/4 to Miss Lucy Fernandez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2008 EOY paper for Secondary 3 Bio students - Structured Questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-To be submitted on Monday, 20/4 to Mister Jeffery Goh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chapter 7 : Nutrition In Plants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-To be submitted on Monday, 20/4 to Mister Jeffery Goh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chapter 5: Enzymes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-To be submitted on the subsequent Biology Lesson to Mister Jeffery Goh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bio File &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-To be submitted to Mister Jeffery Goh on Monday, 20/4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Revision Worksheet on Chemistry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-To be submitted to Missus Valerie Chua on Tuesday, 21/4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Geometrical Properties of  Circles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-To be submitted to Missus Anna Tan on Monday, 20/4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Things Fall Apart : Vocabulary List&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-To be submitted to Mister Lawrence Tan on Monday, 20/4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vectors : Worksheet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-To be submitted to Miss Celine Loi on Wednesday, 22/4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND ALL PAST HOMEWORK THAT I FAILED TO SUBMIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To (Chujian, Brandon) CHS Modern Dance : Gratz!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To (Alaric, Gerard, Luis, Brian, Nick Ow, and many others) CHS Edward Becheras Choir: Don't Lose Faith! I don't want to be tactless, so I'll keep quiet...go cry your hearts out and sing yoir hearts out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aiyah. 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title='Homework!'/><author><name>;melancholeric.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10009688907630142744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDhIYSjqPI/S2G8GWX5MJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/H2A0ah3mapI/S220/DSC00135.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-940630635903945354.post-7230612957461058413</id><published>2009-04-14T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T07:59:52.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Diary,</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have an A-maths revision test tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have to keep mum about it or my mum will kill me here and now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As I flip aimlessly through my Additional Mathematics textbook...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I realise that there's something bothering me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Please forgive thee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Cause I am using you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To get this bothersome load off my chest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't want to spoil it for my juniors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I still have to get it off my chest one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't think anybody would understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Only I would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What happened on the early evening of Monday, the thirteenth of April,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't think it changed me much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It just brought back a little memory from the...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CHSSB AESTHETIQUE NIGHT '08.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I still remember the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On that evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;              The fat clouds were tainted orange as the crimson orb hung high in the heavens;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it was so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I still remember...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Zhensheng, Woon Ngiap and Joel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;they were standing in a corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Of  a certain balcony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And Dong Lam was facing the three of us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Xian Zhe, Ronald and I...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quintus would be joining the section after the red batch leaves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I thought what does it matter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But as it turned out, it did matter a lot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My GOSH, does this matter even now...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After Dong Lam passes out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;" Xian Zhe will be SL and Ronald will be ASL ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And all at once,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A sickening, gut-wrenching pang sent flying into my stomach; it was like bitter medicine that made me realize; it was an evil concoction made for me to resent;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And hence, I returned to the present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And yet again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That noxious feeling, it was in my stomach again, it raised its insidious hands, reaching for my throat; as its cold, sinister fingers of bitter resentment wrapped themselves around my throat, the memory of the balcony, the beautiful sunset, all of it came crashing back down, crashing down upon my ears;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I felt my lips being stretched into a smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What on earth is wrong with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why is all these coming back to me when I am studying A-maths?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, please...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;let this feeling come off my chest...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And I can still feel it, it's upon me although I am upright, its crushing the very lungs of my emotional self, it's suffocating, it's oppressive, it's disturbing...I need...air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey, it's like in that Commonwealth essay right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Water...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Water...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Water...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Water....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Air! Air, air, air, AIR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And yet another thought blooms in my mind, a sour, fruity lump is forming in my throat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I feel like I just want to throw this ridiculous screwed-up life away and get it all over with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And yet, I can't bear to part with it, I'm hanging on to it, tightly, pathetically, trying to catch my breath in the midst of choked sobs and tears...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Forgive me, but I still want to study for that A-maths test tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And if I list ALL the things that's bothering me now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's gonna take me forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't feel any better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but at least I tried...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have to go stare at Polynomials now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/940630635903945354-7230612957461058413?l=retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7230612957461058413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-diary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/7230612957461058413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/7230612957461058413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-diary.html' title='Dear Diary,'/><author><name>;melancholeric.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10009688907630142744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDhIYSjqPI/S2G8GWX5MJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/H2A0ah3mapI/S220/DSC00135.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-940630635903945354.post-7062865557168560297</id><published>2009-04-11T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T23:43:21.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Procastination:</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear diary,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Presently, I am at a loss of what to do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was supposed to be doing my homework when&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My parents made me sit through a boring documentary in chinese about bees&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;for an hour.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The worst thing about today is...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have no idea about how to do the last 2 questions of Chapter 8 of To Kill A Mockingbird.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E. lit people from 3-4, 3-5 and 3-10 should know the questions...I don't want to type it all out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I still have chinese, chemistry, e-maths and biology left undone or at least half-done.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To make things worse, chinese tuition is coming in about half an hour.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I haven't touched the essay I was supposed to write for it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Damn!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I still have that stupid chinese essay on a kind person and all the kind thing's he's done.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Double damn!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would take things nice and slow if I could...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but I must CHIONG! my homwork.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still, I have no idea how to CHIONG! my homwork, because it'll make me feel bad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Personally, I feel copying is a better idea.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But is 45 minutes enough to copy everything...?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wonder...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...why am I even posting this? It isn't anything interesting.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's just a bit of a typical weekend in the wonderous, perilous journey of life in among the days of torrential waves of adolescence.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like run-on sentences.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know why. I just LIKE them!&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;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Face it:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LIFE SUCKS.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And that's why you've to get the best and the most out of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bathe in the glory of its one-of-a-kind lousiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Have trust and faith in its awesomeness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I'm in love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But life still sucks :(    .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;By the way, I've linked Dennis up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If you think I don't know what that means, just go slap yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dennis, you'd better say THANK YOU one day, or I'll have to smack you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have a good weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/940630635903945354-7062865557168560297?l=retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7062865557168560297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/04/procastination.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PUT YOUR MUSIC LIBRARY ON SHUFFLE AND PRESS FW FOR EACH QUESTION. USE THE SONG NAME TO ANSWER THE QUESTION....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I try to give sensible answers here, but no hard feelings okay? For the real one, check my notes on Facebook...:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How am I feeling today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Skater Boy - Avril Lavigne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Will I get far in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shut Up - Simple Plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How do my friends see me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Skater Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Where will I get Married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Somewhere I Belong - Linkin Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What is my best friend's theme song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Something To Believe In - FM Static&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What is the story of my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Secret Valentine - We The Kings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What is/was high school like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wind - Akeboshi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How can I get ahead in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hold On - Jonas Brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What is the best thing about me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Obvious - Faber Drive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How is today going to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Good Day - The Click Five&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What is in store for this weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God Knows - Hirano Aya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What song describes my parents?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SARS Free - Gurmit Singh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To describe my grandparents? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I only have one living grandparent.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alones - Aqua Timez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How is my life going?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Complicated - Avril Lavigne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What song will they play at my funeral?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The End - Bullet For My Valentine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How does the world see me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By Myself - Linkin Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Will I have a happy life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Definitely Maybe - FM Static&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What do my friends really think of me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I Can Wait Forever - Simple Plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do people secretly lust after me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everytime - Simple Plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How can I make myself happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Girlfriend - Avril Lavigne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What should I do with my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Leave Out All The Rest - Linkin Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Will I ever have children?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nobody's Listening - Linkin Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What is some good advice for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;听妈妈的话 - Jay Chow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How will I be remembered?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4 Words (To Choke Upon) - Bullet For My Valentine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What is my signature dancing song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Good Day - The Click Five&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What do I think my current theme song is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Toccata And Fugue in D Minor - J.S. Bach, performed by Canadian Brass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What does everyone else think my current theme song is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Golden Jubilee - Alfred Reed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What type of men/women do you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Secret Valentine - We The Kings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I must confess I didn't do much today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I almost finished my chemistry homework, but I had no idea about determining the color of salts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I still can't get any ideas for my chinese essay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I almost forgot about my assignment on To Kill a Mockingbird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;In fact, I just remembered it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't like vectors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There's nothing much to say about today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Should I even be writing this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have a good Good Friday ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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Test.'/><author><name>;melancholeric.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10009688907630142744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDhIYSjqPI/S2G8GWX5MJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/H2A0ah3mapI/S220/DSC00135.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-940630635903945354.post-2340455452247518914</id><published>2009-04-09T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T09:21:37.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An update among few updates.</title><content type='html'>I didn't post anything meaningful recently mainly for ____ reasons:&lt;br /&gt;a) I had to catch up on Chinese homework.&lt;br /&gt;b) I had to catch up on Maths homework.&lt;br /&gt;c) I had to catch up on Chemistry homework.&lt;br /&gt;d) I had to catch up on Biology homework.&lt;br /&gt;d(i) I didn't feel like doing Pure Geography homework, considered doing it, but still didn't do it  in the end.&lt;br /&gt;e) I had to catch up on my Elective English Literature homework.&lt;br /&gt;f)  I had to catch up on whatever I had missed in Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;g) I had to catch up on whatever I had missed in A-maths.&lt;br /&gt;h) I had to catch up on whatever I had missed in E-maths.&lt;br /&gt;i) I had to catch up on whatever I had missed in Geography. (Which I didn't.)&lt;br /&gt;j) I had to catch up on whatever I had missed in Social Studies. (Which I didn't.)&lt;br /&gt;k) I had to catch up on whatever I had missed in English. (Which I didn't.)&lt;br /&gt;l) I had to catch up on whatever I had missed in Elective English Literature. (Which I didn't.)&lt;br /&gt;m) I had to catch up on whatever I had missed in Biology. (Which I didn't).&lt;br /&gt;m(i) I had no need to catch up on Physics homework or whatever I had missed in Physics, because I don't take Physics.&lt;br /&gt;n)I had a newfound obsession with Bullet For My Valentine.&lt;br /&gt;o) I had to study for the test on statistics.&lt;br /&gt;p) I had to study for the test on simple probability.&lt;br /&gt;q) I had to study for the test on Partial Fractions.&lt;br /&gt;r) I had to get over the (GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!YEAH!!!!)gold with honours award that CHSSB has attained as of 1 April 2009 and face the bitter realities of life after that short-lived time of crazed happiness.&lt;br /&gt;s) I overdid what I mentioned in r), so I got a bit too sad...my parents scolding me don't help, no they don't, so I got too depressed to post anythong for THE Gold with Honours.&lt;br /&gt;t) I sent my computer for repair and it only came back today.&lt;br /&gt;u)I was busy feeling sad because I failed NAPFA again.&lt;br /&gt;v) I spilt hot Benedict's Solution, hot aqueous starch, hot aqueous protein, hot aqueous glucose and approximately 125 ml of hot water on my pants today.&lt;br /&gt;w) I broke five test tubes and one beaker today.&lt;br /&gt;x) I went for band practice today. Sad to say,it was one of the worst sectionals ever.&lt;br /&gt;y) I just found the book "The Little Prince" by Antoine De Saint-Exup'ery and I want to start reading it as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;z) I'm busy thinking of another excuse as to why I didn't update this blog for so long. I am NOT going to use SYF practices as an excuse, I wouldn't stoop as low to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pertaining to why I will be unable to update this blog in the near future:&lt;br /&gt;a) I want to train push-up.&lt;br /&gt;b) I want to train sit-up.&lt;br /&gt;c) I want to train handstand.&lt;br /&gt;d) I want to train chin-up.&lt;br /&gt;e) I want to clear ALL of my homework at least once this year.&lt;br /&gt;f) I want to make my junior(s) understand why they need to cooperate with their seniors before I pass out.&lt;br /&gt;g)I want to make my junior(s) understand that they need serious practice.&lt;br /&gt;h) I want to pass all my subjects in the mid-year examination this year.&lt;br /&gt;i) I am in desperate need of CIP hours.&lt;br /&gt;j) I have to catch up with at least 6 things as mentioned above.&lt;br /&gt;k) I want to ensure that I can be smart when I want to.&lt;br /&gt;l) I want to convince myself that I'm not 100% un-hardworking.&lt;br /&gt;m) I want to be a 6A1er in Olevels. Going by what shit results I'm getting now, I'll probably be dead by suicide when I get my Olevel result.&lt;br /&gt;n) I want to convince myself that being a Double-Science student is better than being a Triple-Science students, all the way through O-levels and up till the day after we get the Olevel result.&lt;br /&gt;o) I want to reach Koh Xian Zhe's current standard on the cornet by the end of sec3.&lt;br /&gt;p) I want to/am afraid that I will not go to Raffles Junior College.&lt;br /&gt;q) I am in dire straits in terms of academics.&lt;br /&gt;r) I am having a lot of relationship-related problems with my parents. I want to get this over with as soon as possible, even though it seems impossible.&lt;br /&gt;s) I want to make as much time as possible to enjoy myself without the computer or a TV.&lt;br /&gt;t) I want to see for myself if love really works miracles.&lt;br /&gt;u) I want to see if I can survive without bloggong.&lt;br /&gt;v)I want to see life as it really is.&lt;br /&gt;w) I want to do a hell lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;x) I want to make the Valentine's Day of 2011 my favourite one.&lt;br /&gt;y) I want to see if I can understand vectors.&lt;br /&gt;z) I want to be able to make a list of 100 excuses for not updating a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I do update my blog, it's because the event that is shared is so eventful that I can't help wanting to share it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR because I find it interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm showing a bit of retarded paranoia here, 'cause I should have started worrying about my academics a long time ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is life and all we can do is to live it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll go to sleep now, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAJAMAS ROCKS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/940630635903945354-2340455452247518914?l=retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2340455452247518914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/04/update-among-few-updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/2340455452247518914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/2340455452247518914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/04/update-among-few-updates.html' title='An update among few updates.'/><author><name>;melancholeric.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10009688907630142744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDhIYSjqPI/S2G8GWX5MJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/H2A0ah3mapI/S220/DSC00135.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-940630635903945354.post-1696959066094265164</id><published>2009-03-21T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T08:05:35.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM 63% RETARDED.</title><content type='html'>[x] You have yelled at an inanimate object for 'hurting' you.&lt;br /&gt;[x]You have ran into a glass/screen door.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have jumped out of a moving vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have thought of something funny and laughed, then people gave you weird looks.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have ran into a tree/bush&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have been called a "blonde"&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You know that it IS possible to lick your elbow.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You just tried to lick your elbow.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You never knew that the Alphabet and Twinkle Twinkle Little Star have the same rhythm&lt;br /&gt;[x] You sang them to make sure.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have tripped on your own feet and fallen.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have choked on your own spit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so far: 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have seen the Matrix/Star Wars and still don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;[ ]You type with three fingers or less.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have accidentally caught something on fire.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have caught yourself drooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so far: 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have fallen asleep in class&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Sometimes you just stop thinking.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Sometimes when you are telling a story you forget what you were talking about.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] People often shake their heads and walk away from you.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are often told to use your "inside voice"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so far: 11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You use your fingers to do simple math.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have eaten a bug accidentally.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You are taking this test when you should be doing something more important.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have put your clothes on backwards or inside out, and didn't realize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[x] You've looked all over for something and realized it was in your hand/pocket the whole time&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so far: 15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You repost bulletins because you are scared that what they say will happen to you if you don't.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You break a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You tilt your head when you're confused&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have fallen out of your chair before.&lt;br /&gt;[x] When you're lying in bed, you try to find pictures in the texture on the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;[x] The word "um" is used many times a day.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You don't know what "um" means.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You say "what" and "huh" a lot.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You used a calculator to multiply your score for this bulletin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MULTIPLY BY 3 &amp;amp; REPOST WITH "I AM __% RETARDED"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and if you &lt;em&gt;did &lt;/em&gt;use a calculator, just put yourself as 100% Retarded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/940630635903945354-1696959066094265164?l=retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1696959066094265164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-63-retarded.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/1696959066094265164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/1696959066094265164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-63-retarded.html' title='I AM 63% RETARDED.'/><author><name>;melancholeric.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10009688907630142744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDhIYSjqPI/S2G8GWX5MJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/H2A0ah3mapI/S220/DSC00135.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-940630635903945354.post-8373472660717437746</id><published>2009-03-16T06:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T07:22:30.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MEANIES.</title><content type='html'>Well, at first I didn't have any idea what to blog about...but I was inspired after a random flick of my senior's blog...it's not that far away, there's a link on the far left of your screen...just click...erm, until you find a blog that has a lot to do with music (excluding the CHSSB one) and a certain trumpet.&lt;br /&gt;Here's an excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;"Went for band practice afterwards. I was intending to individually test each member of the section. By the time I was done with Xian Zhe, I was so damn bored I could not be bothered any more. There was not enough time to do so anyway. Ah well. So, all in all, I only tested Ernest and Xian Zhe. Both were rather ok. As in, no problem with notes already, just lacking in pure technic, which is something I cannot do a shit about, so yeah! Job done =) Ernest did surprisingly well =) Ah well. Then, I went through Overture 1 with them, then I did a rather unstable part in Golden Jubilee, then we had Combined."&lt;br /&gt;That was MEAN. I was really HURT by that.&lt;br /&gt;Actually not really lah. Used to it liao.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I gotta catch up with my hmwk.&lt;br /&gt;my daddy wanna kope my computher liao.&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/940630635903945354-8373472660717437746?l=retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8373472660717437746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/meanies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/8373472660717437746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/8373472660717437746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/meanies.html' title='MEANIES.'/><author><name>;melancholeric.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10009688907630142744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDhIYSjqPI/S2G8GWX5MJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/H2A0ah3mapI/S220/DSC00135.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-940630635903945354.post-7735781520242573100</id><published>2009-03-16T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T05:57:52.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wah.  DRIVE AWAY.</title><content type='html'>She's gone away, but still they stay together&lt;br /&gt;People call me crazy, crazy&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts progress,&lt;br /&gt;I think about forever&lt;br /&gt;My mind tells me maybe, maybe&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could drive away to the sunset&lt;br /&gt;Back to the day that we first met&lt;br /&gt;Only believe the things&lt;br /&gt;I wroteI'll put it in a note, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Cross my t's and dot my i's&lt;br /&gt;Better say hello, don't you dare say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I'll write sincerely yours and sign my name&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I love you forever and today&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks go by,&lt;br /&gt;seems like it's been the weather&lt;br /&gt;The rain falls down she's crying, crying&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts progress, she thinks about forever&lt;br /&gt;Their hearts are bound lying, lying&lt;br /&gt;All the heartache all the pain&lt;br /&gt;All the words you said in vain&lt;br /&gt;And I'll never be the same&lt;br /&gt;-The All American Rejects&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/940630635903945354-7735781520242573100?l=retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7735781520242573100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/wah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/7735781520242573100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/7735781520242573100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/wah.html' title='Wah.  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Even so, it has a kind of happy ending after that. After a happy session of sectionals (wrought by stomachaches) and a happy fall-in session where I managed to ignore the itch on my left leg by wondering why Quintus hasn't taken out the thing he writes on when he takes attendance yet, and after a not-so-happy dismissal (NO! You ****(couldn't really hear what he was saying) little boy...(decrescendos.))...haha, I think it's 'cause my shoes was really uncomfortable, I had a burning, savage urge to adjust and tie my shoelaces properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after the (in short) happy band pract, I went home and to the *slack* sanctuary, my room. Slacking is an important part of our lives, we should treasure it and savour it when we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went home and reflected a bit. After about 5 minutes, I decided that I had screwed up the tests, big time. I know, it's 'cause I didn't study that I didn't get to be with...*sob* (that doesn't mean I don't like PCPS 5C'05/6C'06 though. Why would I?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I found my old yellow ancient Nintendo GameBoy Color from my kindergarten days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The happy memories, as I fondly recall them, burnt through my heart...it just makes it hurt even worse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I want to start my life all over again...I realized all too late that I should have done loads of things in the past...and I didn't do them in the past...and...and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...it's just too few hits and too many misses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...stop it.STOP IT! It's no use being emo now, you know this kind of fairytale stuff aren't meant to happen. Just carry on with your life, you juvenile individual... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually cried. A bit, I guess. Then the tears dried up, somehow. In the toilet la, 'cause there isn't much one can do if one is just go and sit on the toilet bowl and wait for them to come out. I got impatient, so I gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's one part of the exam connecting to other parts of my life, like the English x Chem papers on Tuesday. It's like, English Language Chemistry, and it's REAL. so it's like El Camino Real (Alfred Reed) in a sense, geddit? EnglishLanguage Chem-ino REAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to sleep now. If there's one thing that I want to say (again), I am tired and screwed up miserably. I know the paranoia would only come later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Go now, into a deep, blissful sleep, delve into the past; those memories that you have in your entire pathetic life; they're in your head, you can't change them, they never will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wake up to find crusty dried tears on your little fat face.&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/940630635903945354-7669727810716265407?l=retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7669727810716265407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/02/bits-of-reflection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/7669727810716265407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/7669727810716265407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/02/bits-of-reflection.html' title='Bits of Reflection'/><author><name>;melancholeric.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10009688907630142744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDhIYSjqPI/S2G8GWX5MJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/H2A0ah3mapI/S220/DSC00135.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDhIYSjqPI/Salkqw5vqkI/AAAAAAAAAF4/IsUZRl4cBps/s72-c/image1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-940630635903945354.post-2544266073860011256</id><published>2009-02-28T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T22:17:03.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tongue Tied</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"  style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we’re alone now-Click Five (I realised it first?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Best Damn Thing-Avril Lavigne (I can’t disagree)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy-Simple Plan (A little.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance, dance-Fall Out Boy (I don’t dance.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light up the sky-Yellowcard (How?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"  style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God Knows…-Hirano Aya (Seriously, how am I supposed to know?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"  style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect-Simple Plan (Nobody is perfect.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valerie-The Zutons (Creepy…*shivers*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS 2+2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend-Avril Lavigne (I thought its 1x2 ?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugar, we’re going down-Fall Out Boy (Down to where?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far Away-Nickleback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complicated-Avril Lavigne (One word says it all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Idiot-Green Day (If I’m an idiot now, I would be an idiot later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re Beautiful-James Blunt (VERY TRUE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"  style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;I’m Just a Kid-Simple Plan (it’s not just my parents)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the Girl-Click Five (Really arh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famous Last Words-My Chemical Romance (Huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly Away-F.I.R. (I can’t fly.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy People-Skoop On Somebody (They ARE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Love-Simple Plan (Seriously.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW WILL YOU DIE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over My Head-Sum 41 (WHY???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut Up-Simple Plan (I regretted shutting up a lot of times in my life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Alien-Simple Plan (I have an alien?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Worst Day Ever-Simple Plan (It did.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-family:宋体;"&gt;一千年以后&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"  style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-family:宋体;"&gt;林俊杰&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"   style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt; (NO WAY.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirty Little Secret-The All American Rejects (Come off it, everyone has secrets)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 Story Love Affair-Faber Drive (Does that answer the question?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I’ve Done-Linkin Park (Not everything la.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memory-Sugarcult (It does…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tongue Tied-Erase Errata (I have no complaints.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"   style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. Links will be updated when I feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/940630635903945354-2544266073860011256?l=retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2544266073860011256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/02/tongue-tied.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/2544266073860011256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/2544266073860011256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/02/tongue-tied.html' title='Tongue Tied'/><author><name>;melancholeric.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10009688907630142744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDhIYSjqPI/S2G8GWX5MJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/H2A0ah3mapI/S220/DSC00135.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-940630635903945354.post-7253205948647136662</id><published>2009-02-20T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T09:28:51.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I do stupid things 63% of the time.</title><content type='html'>Mark which things you have done, then calculate your score by counting the number of questions you marked. This test is out of 100 questions which means that the number you get as your score is also your percentage. Tag all of your friends, and re-post as "I do stupid things __% of the time."&lt;br /&gt;1. [x] Forgot to put the lid on the blender, turned it on, and had everything fly out&lt;br /&gt;2. [ ] Gotten your head stuck between the stair rails&lt;br /&gt;3. [ ] Broken a chair by leaning back on it&lt;br /&gt;4. [ ] Had gum fall out of your mouth while you were talking&lt;br /&gt;5. [x] Choked on your own spit while you were talking&lt;br /&gt;6. [ ] Had people tell you that you are blonde when you're not, or had people tell you that your blonde highlights are going to grow out of your head&lt;br /&gt;7. [x] Been caught staring at your crush by your crush&lt;br /&gt;8. [x] Have looked for something for at least 5 min then realized it was in your hand&lt;br /&gt;9. [x] Tried to push open a door that said pull&lt;br /&gt;10. [x] Tried to pull open a door that said push&lt;br /&gt;Running total: 6&lt;br /&gt;11. [ ] Have actually believed someone when they said that theyknew how to make a love-potion&lt;br /&gt;12. [x] Have hit yourself in the process of trying to hit something else&lt;br /&gt;13. [x] Have tripped and fallen UP the stairs&lt;br /&gt;14. [ ] Have actually exploded marshmallows in the microwave&lt;br /&gt;15. [x] Have gotten gum stuck in your hair&lt;br /&gt;16. [ ] Had gum fall out of your mouth while trying to blow a bubble&lt;br /&gt;17. [ ] Have had the juice from a mini tomato squirt out and hit somebody else when you bit into it&lt;br /&gt;18. [x] Have had your drink come out your nose because you were laughing so hard&lt;br /&gt;19. [x] Have called one of your good friends by the wrong name&lt;br /&gt;20. [ ] Have skinned your toe because you were playing soccer or kickball with flip flops on or you were barefoot&lt;br /&gt;Running total: 11&lt;br /&gt;21. [ ] Have put a sticker on your forehead, forgot it was there, and went out in public with it on&lt;br /&gt;22. [x] Have fallen out of a moving vehicle (bicycle)&lt;br /&gt;23. [x] Have run into a closed door&lt;br /&gt;25. [x] Searched for your cell phone while you were talking on it&lt;br /&gt;26. [x] It has taken you longer than 5 min to get a joke&lt;br /&gt;27. [ ] Have gotten your hair stuck in a blow dryer&lt;br /&gt;28. [ ] Have gotten your hair stuck in a fan&lt;br /&gt;29. [x] Tripped on a crack in the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;30. [x] Said o'clock after saying how many min after the hour, example: 5:30 o'clock, or 6:15 o'clock&lt;br /&gt;Running total: 19&lt;br /&gt;31. [x] After someone told you that there was gum on the ground, you stepped in it&lt;br /&gt;32. [x] Put on a white shirt even though you already knew it was raining outside&lt;br /&gt;33. [x] Have ever walked up to a stranger because you thought they were someone else&lt;br /&gt;34. [ ] Ever been kicked out of a grocery store/off their property&lt;br /&gt;35. [x] Touched the stove, the curling iron, a hot pan, etc when its on, even though you knew it was hot&lt;br /&gt;36. [x] Taken off your clothes to change into something else then accidentally put the old clothes back on&lt;br /&gt;37. [x] Wondered why something wasn't working then realized it wasn't plugged in&lt;br /&gt;38. [x] Put the cereal in the fridge, or put the milk in the cupboard&lt;br /&gt;39. [x] Walked into a pole&lt;br /&gt;40. [x] Wore two different earrings or shoes by accident/stolen someones shoes by accidentRunning total: 28&lt;br /&gt;41. [x] Put your shirt on backwards/inside-out without realizing it then left your house&lt;br /&gt;42. [ ] Tried to take a picture of someone's eye with the flash on&lt;br /&gt;43. [x]Gotten a ring stuck on your finger because you put it on even though you knew it was too small&lt;br /&gt;44. [ ] Walked out of the bathroom (stall) with toilet paper stuck to your shoe without realizing it&lt;br /&gt;45. [x] Went to go do something/go get something, then when you got there, you forgot what it is was that you were going to do&lt;br /&gt;46. [x] Picked up someone else's drink and drank out of it by accident when your drink was right next to it&lt;br /&gt;47. [x] Fallen out of your chair while trying to pick something up&lt;br /&gt;48. [x] Have poked yourself in the eye&lt;br /&gt;49. [ ] Have gotten in the shower with your socks still on&lt;br /&gt;50. [ ] Melted your hairbrush while blow drying your hair&lt;br /&gt;Running total: 34&lt;br /&gt;51. [x] Have done enough stupid things to make a test&lt;br /&gt;52. [x] Have accidentally stabbed yourself with a pencil&lt;br /&gt;53. [x] Have sung the wrong verse to a song without realizing it&lt;br /&gt;54. [x] Have given an odd answer to a question because you didn't hear the question in the first place and didn't feel like asking what it was&lt;br /&gt;55. [ ] Told someone you were the wrong age because you seriously forgot how old you were&lt;br /&gt;56. [ ] Looked into an overhead purposefully while it was on&lt;br /&gt;57. [ ] Got up early and got ready for school/work, then realized that you didn't have school/work that day&lt;br /&gt;58. [ ] Forgot your own phone number&lt;br /&gt;59. [x] Have tripped on a cord after someone told you to watch out for it&lt;br /&gt;60. [x] Have ever laughed at a joke that no one else thought was funny&lt;br /&gt;Running total: 40&lt;br /&gt;61. [ ] Done the Macarena to the electric slide or vice versa&lt;br /&gt;62. [ ] Said funner then had someone make fun of you for it&lt;br /&gt;63. [x] Have repeated yourself at least twice in the same sentence&lt;br /&gt;64. [x] Brought up an inside joke with the wrong person&lt;br /&gt;65. [x] Didn't do the backside of an assignment because you thought that there wasn't one because you had already looked and forgot that there was another side&lt;br /&gt;66. [x] Did more work than you had to on an assignment because you didn't read the directions&lt;br /&gt;67. [x] Corrected someone's grammar/pronunciation then figured out that you were the one that was wrong&lt;br /&gt;68. [x] Put something in a special place so that you would remember where it was, then forgot where you put it&lt;br /&gt;69. [x] Put ice in your drink after the glass was full of liquid and had it splash out&lt;br /&gt;70. [x] Told a lie then forgot what it was that you had said and got caught&lt;br /&gt;Running total: 48&lt;br /&gt;71. [x] When wearing goggles, you pulled them away from your face and let go so that they would come back and snap you in the face&lt;br /&gt;72. [x] Forgot to make sure that the lamp was off before you replaced the light bulb73. [x] Ran into a door jam&lt;br /&gt;74. [x] Told someone that you hardly ever do stupid things, then immediately did/said something stupid&lt;br /&gt;75. [x] Told someone to watch out for something, then you were the one that ran into it&lt;br /&gt;76. [ ] Have purposely licked playground sand&lt;br /&gt;77. [ ] Have purposely and repeatedly flicked yourself with a rubber band&lt;br /&gt;78. [ ] Gotten so hyper that someone actually thought you were drunk when you weren't&lt;br /&gt;79. [ ] Have been so hyper you actually scared people&lt;br /&gt;80. [ ] Put duct tape on your body then pulled it off to see if it would hurt&lt;br /&gt;Running total: 53&lt;br /&gt;81. [ ] Put duct tape on your hair/someone else's hair then pulled it off&lt;br /&gt;82. [ ] Put a clothes pin/hair clip on your lip, figured out that it hurt, then did it again&lt;br /&gt;83. [ ] Sat and wondered why men's dress shirts have a loop on the back&lt;br /&gt;84. [ ] Made up a code name for someone so that you could talk about them to someone else and no one else would know who you were talking about&lt;br /&gt;85. [ ] Have gotten a hairbrush stuck in your hair&lt;br /&gt;86. [x] Used the straw to blow the straw wrapper at someone&lt;br /&gt;87. [ ] Shaved your tongue because you thought your taste buds looked funny&lt;br /&gt;88. [x] When at a restaurant, you used your spoon to fling stuff at people&lt;br /&gt;89. [ ] Have flung forks at people in a restaurant&lt;br /&gt;90. [ ]Tripped and made the waiter drop the food.&lt;br /&gt;Running total: 55&lt;br /&gt;91. [x] As you are writing, you move your head back and forth with your pen/pencil&lt;br /&gt;92. [x] Have drawn finger puppets on your fingers then named them&lt;br /&gt;93. [ ] Have wrapped someone in a roll of toilet paper (i'd love to do that!)&lt;br /&gt;94. [x] Have used somebody else's toothbrush without even realizing it wasn't yours&lt;br /&gt;95. [x] Have started telling a story and forget what you were talking about or what happened in the story&lt;br /&gt;96. [x] Read a whole book but during the whole book you weren't even paying attention&lt;br /&gt;97. [x] You have spelled your own name wrong before&lt;br /&gt;98. [x] When lying in bed you look for pictures in the texture of the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;99. [x] Have used your calculator as a form of communication in a class&lt;br /&gt;100.[ ] Have popped a balloon in your mouth&lt;br /&gt;GRAND TOTAL: 63%&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/940630635903945354-7253205948647136662?l=retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7253205948647136662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-do-stupid-things-63-of-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/7253205948647136662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/7253205948647136662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-do-stupid-things-63-of-time.html' title='I do stupid things 63% of the time.'/><author><name>;melancholeric.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10009688907630142744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDhIYSjqPI/S2G8GWX5MJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/H2A0ah3mapI/S220/DSC00135.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-940630635903945354.post-5782746206318779451</id><published>2009-02-20T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T19:55:53.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stomach Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/enGGY37ornM&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/enGGY37ornM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just couldn't help getting tired of chinese stuff. Good luck for the imminent tests of doom, everyone. (Actually, not really that fatal la.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hcl people, good luck for your prelims. Same goes for my dear beloved Sec4 seniors. :p &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Study hard people, even though I'm slacking off now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bye bye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/940630635903945354-5782746206318779451?l=retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5782746206318779451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/02/stomach-blues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/5782746206318779451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/5782746206318779451'/><link rel='alternate' 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The feelings have ceased to exist, at least for now, and I forgot what emo stuff I wanted to post. So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...so I'm probably not going to say much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levine, please stop hurting the vulnearable feelings of a small, innocent kid into making them think they've done something wrong and making them sleepless 'cause of paranoia, the drastic consequences, etc, etc. No hard feelings though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's one thing I really hate now, it's this bug in my computer that types hexes like this"#" automatically wherever the cursor appears. Actually, I think it's pretty amazing how I managed to write all these stuff without getting pissed to the point that I give up typing on this computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's anothing I don't like, it's the tests. I hate studying, but I just have to in this situation...I don't want to be unable to go RJ...even so, why am I wasting my precious time writing this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called polishing up one's essay-writing skills, stupid. See, now I've got correction tape stuck on my middle finger, and it's not my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the fault of my work la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/940630635903945354-6557575602752815532?l=retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6557575602752815532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/02/emo-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/6557575602752815532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/6557575602752815532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/02/emo-stuff.html' title='Emo stuff...'/><author><name>;melancholeric.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10009688907630142744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDhIYSjqPI/S2G8GWX5MJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/H2A0ah3mapI/S220/DSC00135.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-940630635903945354.post-768239093913051918</id><published>2009-02-14T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T03:09:48.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;      A sparrow was in love with a white rose. One day, he proposed to her. She told him that she'd love him when she turned red...so the sparrow tore up his body and spread his blood on the rose till she turned red. She fell in love with him...but alas, he was dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;      &lt;/em&gt;People who got something like this and more through sms raise up your hands!!!! Wheee!&lt;br /&gt;      It's a nice example of love, isn't it? Awwww...Levine, isn't that what you'll do for--um, nonono, you sent me this 'cause you wanta see &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; today?&lt;br /&gt;      Okay, enough "suan-ing" for today...&lt;br /&gt;      See la, my cousin play play play...my computer almost dropped.&lt;br /&gt;       Anyway, Happy Valentine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/940630635903945354-768239093913051918?l=retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/768239093913051918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/768239093913051918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/768239093913051918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines.html' title='Valentine&apos;s'/><author><name>;melancholeric.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10009688907630142744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDhIYSjqPI/S2G8GWX5MJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/H2A0ah3mapI/S220/DSC00135.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-940630635903945354.post-8823036762772744713</id><published>2009-02-13T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T08:00:42.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELL of a day!</title><content type='html'>The title says it all!&lt;br /&gt;    Well, I say I considered myself lucky for today, compared to some people (poor things). But band pract was...was...&lt;br /&gt;    I arrived after school at the band room after lunch with the ._. face. Neutral feelings. Yup. I passed the Lit worksheet to Dwayne in the toilet. Wonder if it's still there though, 'cos he told me later he lost it. Blearrh. So much for a good deed. Well, I still did a good deed anyway. Why am I deviating so much anyway? So, the band room was open, I put my shoes real neat outside and went in. (I'm quite glad they weren't kicked away though :]) SO, since Quintus erm, sort of misplaced his file somewhere but he was not really pissed about it since he memorised his parts and a bit of mine too.&lt;br /&gt;    So I photocopied spare scores for him. I'm not sure if he still owes me that 25 cents though, 'cos he got his file backed in the end anyway. Ezbon found it, I don't know where. But why, whywhywhywhywhyWHY has it got to be found DIRECTLY after I photocopied the scores and essentially wasting 25 cents? Maybe I should have got a library card to copy stuff since I saw that attempts, successful or futile, were made to fix that copier. Blame my laziness for assuming that the copier isn't working yet. It was just a little run up and down and some talking, I didn't know why I didn't bother :[&lt;br /&gt;    Then Ezbon found IT. Great timing, my dear junior.&lt;br /&gt;     Mr Glosz came after a while...low chromatics, ascending chromatics, WHEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;     Then Golden Jubileeeee! I dunno why, but I totally love this piece in combined. Playing it feels nice, way better than listening to it.&lt;br /&gt;     And Calwin just had to say something. Quintus played my bar 50 in the end lor. Shut up la Calwin. To just say that I'm worse than you is totally...anyway, if so, I would be playing 2nd trumpet, way easier than 2nd cornet. Blearrh.&lt;br /&gt;12322332tataaaaaaa3n1232233234235236237238n2n3n1natatadalatatatadalataTATAtaTATA&lt;br /&gt;     When we were first introduced this piece, my kind senior decided that it would be good for me to play 2nd trumpet as 2nd cornet has so many semiquavers, it would be yan hua liao luan for me out of the kindness of his heart. Then you came and took my part, and I had to learn Golden Jubilee ALL OVER AGAIN. Might as well have started with 2nd cornet. (oh no quintus, I'm not sarcastic here...you ARE a kind person after all, even if you can be super mean when you want to...)&lt;br /&gt;    Anyway, we started on the piece and I got a bit annoyed with myself for mispitching the TaatalalaTala...at bar 32-33, I think. It's totally idiotic, playing Csharp when its an Enatural there (not in concert pitch). My gosh, screwing up  then was annoying. I think I prefer the old mouthpiece now, instead of the Heinstein one. Feels nicer, sounds nicer, and essentially, nicer.&lt;br /&gt;    "I'm starting to do your thing now!" Well, since I picked it up from my dear SL, I got it and it became a bit of a habit. Guess this kind of thing can be contagious...&lt;br /&gt;     Anyway, 'cos I cannot play my part because of that stupidstupidstupidSTUPID "suggestion" that Calwin made, I was feeling really emo. Then, at that point of time, I decided that I should learn from my dear ASL! I shall learn to be as stone as him in combined. But with my mind still there, just control only. Seriously, I dunno how Ronald does it la. TEACH ME LEH -.- Oh yes, like that Quintus might as well play my 162+ also la. Why didn't you bring that up, you smirking-erm, PERSON? Damn it la, I can play my part properly.One day, it'll be always--no. it's already come. I'll totally PWN you one fine day la.&lt;br /&gt;    Ps: Calwin count properly la -.-&lt;br /&gt;           And Levine! You friggin flirtatious f--um, person, focus on your own Valentine la. I'll definitely win you one. Hmph!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/940630635903945354-8823036762772744713?l=retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8823036762772744713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/02/hell-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/8823036762772744713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/8823036762772744713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/02/hell-of-day.html' title='HELL of a day!'/><author><name>;melancholeric.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10009688907630142744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDhIYSjqPI/S2G8GWX5MJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/H2A0ah3mapI/S220/DSC00135.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-940630635903945354.post-5147832356429166316</id><published>2009-02-10T03:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T07:55:44.349-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first'/><title type='text'>The First Post.</title><content type='html'>This is the first post, yesyesyes. So I think I'll start of with a bit of not-so-literary drama. And yes, I feel increasingly retarded by the day and am paranoid about almost anything I do =(&lt;br /&gt;SPASM-COPYRIGHT &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Mediocre Second Shakespeare: What a nice day!!! Thunder is booming and lightning is flashing overhead. Thunderclaps shake the sky every once in a while and the hell out of the birds--just hear them chirping and chittering in fright.And now the rain pours buckets from the high heavens and just listen to the music!!! How very sweet the sound!!! The raindrops make a regular heavy drumbeat of rat-tat-tat-tat-tat by slamming the shit out of themselves like sheets of metal against the surfaces!!! The trees sway and dance in the cool gale. I feel like dancing too!The rain pours on me, giving me a very good cooling shower. Ahhh...I feel rejuvenated, already! I wonder if the sun will feel the same way when he steps out from the shower with a towel wrapped around him and...&lt;br /&gt;Sun (peeks out from behind shower curtain): Now that's quite enough from you&lt;br /&gt;Mediocre Second Shakespeare: ...and the sun is coming out!!! Hi Sun!!! Are you ready to shine on us in all your blistering glory...or is it that you just haven't dressed properly yet?&lt;br /&gt;Sun(goes purple): YARRGH!!! LIGHTNING STRIKE!!!!ZZZZZZTTTTTT&lt;br /&gt;Oh no...he's dead...and the Sun is going to be on the papers for murder the next day...And so the Sun did.&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/940630635903945354-5147832356429166316?l=retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5147832356429166316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/02/first-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/5147832356429166316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940630635903945354/posts/default/5147832356429166316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedparanoiaismylife.blogspot.com/2009/02/first-post.html' title='The First Post.'/><author><name>;melancholeric.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10009688907630142744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uDhIYSjqPI/S2G8GWX5MJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/H2A0ah3mapI/S220/DSC00135.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
