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JIA'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-8554506239974973402</id><published>2008-01-13T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T05:43:57.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fly</title><content type='html'>Fill the bottomless sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With sugar coated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the palm of my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-8554506239974973402?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-5015799840586125372</id><published>2008-01-10T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T20:38:30.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The brown notebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:380%;"&gt;omg my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mum&lt;/span&gt; wants me to make a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; account for her!!!&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/5287832462678109598-5015799840586125372?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/5015799840586125372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'>SQUISHABLE!!</title><content type='html'>Hahaha. 314 is the BOMB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that sounds shitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's better than saying 314 RAWKS or PWNS or some bimbo shit like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think our class is really fun. Even XY said so as she passed by, looking through the window and watching phyllis repeat the pledge on the first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seating arrangement is also very special. IT'S A HORSESHOE FOR PETE'S SAKE. With 4 things sticking inside like that. (homg did that sound wrong?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the people around me are so... so... haha. I can't even describe them. Tabby is still Tabby. Meichun is still delusional. Alicia is curly. Libin's a shortie. Nicolette's a tallie with shortie hair. Kay Yun's IT-ey. Eewei's rebonded hair is nice. Eehsien likes lists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I hope we don't get separated. It'd be sad.&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, here's some random (but really funny) stuff that really happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dad: So are you planning on playing golf when we go to the US?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Maybe. Or maybe i'll rent a bunch of clubs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dad: They might not have ladies' golf clubs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: THAT'S SEXIST. SEXIST. SEXIST.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dad: that's not sexist.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: SEXIST. IT'S SEXIST I TELL YOU. SEXIST. Oooh, umbrella [picking up a pink umbrella]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dad: Yeah, that's for sex- That's for ladies.&lt;/em&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;Hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Hello ALICIA!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whoo I'm writing with your pen =D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love, Laura&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. Your hair is curly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alicia: Dear Laura,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have issues.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love Alicia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Angie: Omg. That dustbin has the Hwa Chong Logo. Omg. I never knew eh. Omg. So cool. Omg. Is it bronze? It's shining in the light.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: I'm interested in the dude with the Hwa Chong muscles. You're interested in the dustbin with the Hwa Chong logo. This is so wrong. &lt;/em&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. AND ON MSN, LIBIN SAID SHE WAS ALLURING. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-3340365358626064756?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/3340365358626064756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=3340365358626064756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/3340365358626064756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/3340365358626064756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2008/01/squishable.html' title='SQUISHABLE!!'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-2773354303542220372</id><published>2008-01-01T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T01:01:21.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We'll countdown,</title><content type='html'>Then we'll fall asleep on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR, PEOPLE (and those retards who don't really qualify as people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 was a lovely year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope 2008 will be even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOMG SCHOOL TOMORROW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-2773354303542220372?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/2773354303542220372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=2773354303542220372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/2773354303542220372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/2773354303542220372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2008/01/well-countdown.html' title='We&apos;ll countdown,'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-2897406789460887247</id><published>2007-12-30T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T06:02:37.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>title</title><content type='html'>Here's everything that's happened these few days since pre-Christmas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I tried to measure my height. I am about 161 cm. (HOMG YAY!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I watched the uncensored version of the Simpsons. (homg small yellow penis!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I finished Pygmalion.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I spooned with Dick and Dyke. (My pillows. The longer one's Dick and the softer one is dyke. I think they names are so cute and squishable)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Geoff just gave me 4 more sex partners for my ears to have sex with. (according to joy, unpierced earholes means your ears are still virgins. Mine's no longer a virgin. And i had my ears pierced twice. So that means.... they lost their virginity, gained them, then lost them again?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I found out that our normal lives are actually soft porn. (according to greg)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I finished my CAP portfolio. Hopefully it's presentable.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I watched ratatouille. Homg. Reme is so squishable with his big eyes. BIG EYES. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I bought stuff.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then... lost them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then I found them again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whoot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm really bored nowadays. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Homg. Just read a joke book just now. homg. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-2897406789460887247?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/2897406789460887247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=2897406789460887247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/2897406789460887247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/2897406789460887247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/12/title.html' title='title'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-633179139635141551</id><published>2007-12-18T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T20:21:35.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is Christmas,</title><content type='html'>all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my 100th post. you can see how bored i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas, all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I won't be able to say that until after Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love every one of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the crazy ones.&lt;br /&gt;The retarded ones.&lt;br /&gt;The bimbo ones. (BITs and BAGs)&lt;br /&gt;The insane ones.&lt;br /&gt;The emo ones.&lt;br /&gt;The super pro ones.&lt;br /&gt;The super smart ones.&lt;br /&gt;The already-in-ICU-because-of-their-stupidity ones.&lt;br /&gt;The trying-to-act-cool-but-wind-up-looking-like-a-really-retarded-william-hung ones.&lt;br /&gt;The ones who try to sing but fail.&lt;br /&gt;The really cool ones. (actually there's only ONE, but she's probably too cool to come to this blog anyway.)&lt;br /&gt;The shrieking ones.&lt;br /&gt;The screaming ones.&lt;br /&gt;The HOMG IT'S A HOTTIE WTFBBQSQUEEEEEEEEE ones.&lt;br /&gt;The ones who are fighting with me for the status of "MIKE HE'S WIFE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and everyone else out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all loads.&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;(and i'm expecting lots of gifts. hahahah.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-633179139635141551?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/633179139635141551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=633179139635141551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/633179139635141551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/633179139635141551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-is-christmas.html' title='Christmas is Christmas,'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-6357034129504949415</id><published>2007-12-14T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T06:08:42.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want for Christmas is you</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;DUDE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THINK THE WEATHER IS LIKE, GETTING TO MY (perfectly shaped) HEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THOUGHT TOMORROW WAS &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WEDNESDAY&lt;/span&gt; WHEN TODAY WAS &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED LIKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A THERAPIST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A PSYCHIATRIST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A PHONE CALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOMG I NEED TO GO SHOP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-6357034129504949415?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/6357034129504949415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=6357034129504949415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/6357034129504949415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/6357034129504949415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/12/all-i-want-for-christmas-is-you.html' title='All I want for Christmas is you'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-8590118657483117142</id><published>2007-12-10T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T17:30:50.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bye bye kitey.</title><content type='html'>I feel horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtf. Sometimes I wish I had a penis instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I wouldn't get cramps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Homg I can't even keep my back straight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I need a doctor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A miracle worker.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some panadol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or maybe some chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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;Okay. Ignore that.&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;Here's what's happened in the past few days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a beach where I set a kite to the sky and then afterwards killed a fly.&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Tsim Sha Tsui Pier and took photos by the sea.&lt;br /&gt;I bought lots of useless stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I survived my dad's tantrums and my mum's naggings.&lt;br /&gt;I played with my grandma's cat.&lt;br /&gt;I eyed a pair of Dior Sunglasses, then I saw the price.&lt;br /&gt;I actually started studying. (LIKE, CLAP. REALLY LOUDLY)&lt;br /&gt;I facebooked.&lt;br /&gt;I dieded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-8590118657483117142?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/8590118657483117142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=8590118657483117142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/8590118657483117142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/8590118657483117142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/12/bye-bye-kitey.html' title='bye bye kitey.'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-967155065453625410</id><published>2007-12-06T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T05:10:38.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>!@#@$$#</title><content type='html'>friendship is not a balance sheet says:&lt;br /&gt;loser :P&lt;br /&gt;what happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[NYSJ] cavalier says:&lt;br /&gt;hur&lt;br /&gt;i have a hong kong prepaid card, see&lt;br /&gt;$88 inside&lt;br /&gt;and and&lt;br /&gt;one day, i got this call&lt;br /&gt;they said in really fast cantonese (my cantonese is really rusty)&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah if you want IDD calls press 1&lt;br /&gt;then i pressed 1&lt;br /&gt;they said thank you etc etc&lt;br /&gt;THEN TODAY&lt;br /&gt;i checked my balance&lt;br /&gt;I ONLY HAVE&lt;br /&gt;HK$2.40 LEFT&lt;br /&gt;i barely made any local calls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friendship is not a balance sheet says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtf. RJ has no compassion at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in, I got conned by a fake company. After I realized my money was gone, I called up the number that asked for the IDD calls. I pressed for the help line, but it was &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"unavailable".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; It's a trap. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards my mum called up the (real) prepaid card company, CSL, and made a (39 minute) (terrifying) phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;WE'RE GONNA CALL THE COPS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-967155065453625410?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/967155065453625410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=967155065453625410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/967155065453625410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/967155065453625410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title='!@#@$$#'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-8671923844785063442</id><published>2007-12-04T22:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T22:18:47.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Step One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Make a post to your blog. The post should contain your list of 10 holiday wishes. The wishes can be anything at all, from simple and fun ("I'd love a Hermione icon that's just for me") to medium ("I wish for _____ on DVD") to really big ("All I want for Christmas is a new car/computer/house/TV.") The important thing is, make sure these wishes are things you really, truly want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you wish for real possible things, make sure you include some sort of contact info in your post, whether it's your address or just your email address where Santa (or one of his elves) could get in touch with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Also, make sure you post some version of these guidelines in your blog so that the holiday joy will spread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step Two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Surf around your friends blogs (or just random blogs) to see who has posted their list. And now here's the important part:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you see a wish you can grant, and it's in your heart to do so, make someone's wish come true. Sometimes someone's trash is another's treasure, and if you have a leather jacket you don't want or a gift certificate you won't use - or even know where you could get someone's dream purebred Basset Hound for free - do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You needn't spend money on these wishes unless you want to. The point isn't to put people out, it's to provide everyone a chance to be someone else's holiday elf - to spread the joy. Gifts can be made anonymously or not - it's your call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no rules with this project, no guarantees, and no strings attached. Just...wish, and it might come true. Give, and you might receive. And you'll have the joy of knowing you made someone's holiday special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my wishes this Christmas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Music&lt;br /&gt;2)Travel (&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Venice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, London, Africa, Antartica, New Zealand, Paris, Tokyo, Rome, Barcelona, maybe even Verona.)&lt;br /&gt;3)A fairytale to come true. (homg i sound so cruddy)&lt;br /&gt;4)For my mum to accept the fact that the boys around me won't rape me (I think) and will allow me to meet more boys and get their phone numbers.&lt;br /&gt;5)Snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;6)A bigger brain that will actually work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;7)To make my seniors proud&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)To do well for SJ quiz and tests and EOYs etc&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;9)To become a millionaress. (hey. facebook said that I have a &lt;u&gt;96%&lt;/u&gt; chance of becoming a multimillionare.)&lt;br /&gt;10)Dior/Chanel/Prada/LV/GA/Gucci/MM etc GENUINE &lt;strong&gt;luxury&lt;/strong&gt; items.&lt;br /&gt;11)For the terrorists around the world to stop terrorizing and just accept the fact that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;BOMBING FOR PEACE IS LIKE FUCKING FOR VIRGINITY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;12)&lt;u&gt;For pollution to stop.&lt;/u&gt; Watashi wa Aoi Sora wa Dasuki desu (I heard this on TV. Don't kill me if it's wrong). I DON'T WANT NO BLACK SKY.&lt;br /&gt;13)A pet. PUPPY!&lt;br /&gt;14)To get any scholarship available to PRs.&lt;br /&gt;15)For my family and friends (and future lovers if there are any) to remain healthy, stong and stout. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-8671923844785063442?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/8671923844785063442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=8671923844785063442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/8671923844785063442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/8671923844785063442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/12/step-one.html' title=''/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-3159673935298280137</id><published>2007-12-04T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T05:46:38.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There she goes</title><content type='html'>There she goes by the L.A's  (the original)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bhgw0ZOBg3A&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bhgw0ZOBg3A&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another version by Sixpence none the Richer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qxThvhtoqG8&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qxThvhtoqG8&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which version do &lt;strong&gt;you &lt;/strong&gt;like better?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-3159673935298280137?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/3159673935298280137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=3159673935298280137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/3159673935298280137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/3159673935298280137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/12/there-she-goes.html' title='There she goes'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-6521474988550439915</id><published>2007-11-30T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T01:58:11.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>early sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Aurora goes to bed at 5:30pm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Diamonds &amp;amp; Dior&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gucci &amp;amp; Glamour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Luxury &amp;amp; LV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Carats &amp;amp; Chanel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porsche &amp;amp; Prada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Baby this is what I want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is what I'm gonna get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(By the way, I went over to Central today and browsed at Prada, Louis Vuitton, Christian Dior, Miu Miu, Chanel, Tiffany &amp;amp; Co., and Giorgio Armani. Naturally I couldn't afford anything.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-6521474988550439915?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/6521474988550439915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=6521474988550439915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/6521474988550439915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/6521474988550439915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/11/early-sunset.html' title='early sunset'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-2852184396431935579</id><published>2007-11-29T01:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T01:42:07.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>omgwtf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cqYM1HTjL_A/R06JUBd3sVI/AAAAAAAAACg/vQNuvZqG_Y4/s1600-h/1+to+60.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138195201960423762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cqYM1HTjL_A/R06JUBd3sVI/AAAAAAAAACg/vQNuvZqG_Y4/s200/1+to+60.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-2852184396431935579?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/2852184396431935579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=2852184396431935579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/2852184396431935579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/2852184396431935579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/11/omgwtf.html' title='omgwtf'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cqYM1HTjL_A/R06JUBd3sVI/AAAAAAAAACg/vQNuvZqG_Y4/s72-c/1+to+60.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-8800393006263293431</id><published>2007-11-28T01:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T01:49:19.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a small world after all</title><content type='html'>Some of the loveliest things come in the smallest packages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are all miniature models of real shops in hong kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The artwork is so lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y281/lollyp0pper/P28-11-07_1040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y281/lollyp0pper/P28-11-07_1041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hur. My reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y281/lollyp0pper/P28-11-07_104101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. You can compare the size of the artwork to a real person behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y281/lollyp0pper/P28-11-07_104102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a model of a cafe my mum went to when she was young. She said they got all the details right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y281/lollyp0pper/P28-11-07_1042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y281/lollyp0pper/P28-11-07_104201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y281/lollyp0pper/P28-11-07_104202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot more photos, but I'm too lazy to put them up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-8800393006263293431?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/8800393006263293431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=8800393006263293431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/8800393006263293431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/8800393006263293431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-small-world-after-all.html' title='It&apos;s a small world after all'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-2142045211050361919</id><published>2007-11-25T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T00:54:49.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>22, baby</title><content type='html'>It's been a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hong Kong's changed so much, yet it's still the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-2142045211050361919?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/2142045211050361919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=2142045211050361919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/2142045211050361919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/2142045211050361919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/11/22-baby.html' title='22, baby'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-3101935825449949950</id><published>2007-11-23T02:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T03:16:32.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>proposals =D</title><content type='html'>[NYSJ]            turducken! says:&lt;br /&gt;i can't talk to you in broad daylight&lt;br /&gt;until&lt;br /&gt;21&lt;br /&gt;which is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me how time flies [scratch the aeroplanes/birds] says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[NYSJ]            turducken! says:&lt;br /&gt;7 years&lt;br /&gt;which is really sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me how time flies [scratch the aeroplanes/birds] says:&lt;br /&gt;nuh but at 18&lt;br /&gt;youre basically free of parental control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[NYSJ]            turducken! says:&lt;br /&gt;you have NS.&lt;br /&gt;hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me how time flies [scratch the aeroplanes/birds] says:&lt;br /&gt;boo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[NYSJ]            turducken! says:&lt;br /&gt;so i can't really call you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me how time flies [scratch the aeroplanes/birds] says:&lt;br /&gt;fine&lt;br /&gt;we shall wait till after NS&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[NYSJ]            turducken! says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me how time flies [scratch the aeroplanes/birds] says:&lt;br /&gt;long engagement&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leaving for australia in 2 hours (History RA trip) says:&lt;br /&gt;getting married?&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me how time flies [scratch the aeroplanes/birds] says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[NYSJ]            turducken! says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leaving for australia in 2 hours (History RA trip) says:&lt;br /&gt;congrats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[NYSJ]            turducken! says:&lt;br /&gt;actually technically speaking&lt;br /&gt;i already have a fiance&lt;br /&gt;but like&lt;br /&gt;i can't find the dude.&lt;br /&gt;and i don't know his name&lt;br /&gt;so.&lt;br /&gt;boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me how time flies [scratch the aeroplanes/birds] says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[NYSJ]            turducken! says:&lt;br /&gt;THE DUDE PROPOSED TO ME WHEN WE WERE FOUR.&lt;br /&gt;HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO REMEMBER?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leaving for australia in 2 hours (History RA trip) says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leaving for australia in 2 hours (History RA trip) says:&lt;br /&gt;wait&lt;br /&gt;so if I said&lt;br /&gt;LAURA MARRY ME NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me how time flies [scratch the aeroplanes/birds] says:&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[NYSJ]            turducken! says:&lt;br /&gt;uh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leaving for australia in 2 hours (History RA trip) says:&lt;br /&gt;that would count&lt;br /&gt;as a proposal too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[NYSJ]            turducken! says:&lt;br /&gt;i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leaving for australia in 2 hours (History RA trip) says:&lt;br /&gt;0_0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[NYSJ]            turducken! says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me how time flies [scratch the aeroplanes/birds] says:&lt;br /&gt;stop proposing to her la&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[NYSJ]            turducken! says:&lt;br /&gt;hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me how time flies [scratch the aeroplanes/birds] says:&lt;br /&gt;you should be faithful&lt;br /&gt;to nigel&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[NYSJ]            turducken! says:&lt;br /&gt;YEAH OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leaving for australia in 2 hours (History RA trip) says:&lt;br /&gt;0_0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[NYSJ]            turducken! says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah!&lt;br /&gt;nigel would be like&lt;br /&gt;disappointed and hurt&lt;br /&gt;and and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me how time flies [scratch the aeroplanes/birds] says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[NYSJ]            turducken! says:&lt;br /&gt;zomg that'd be so HOT&lt;br /&gt;okay but&lt;br /&gt;i support NRJ&lt;br /&gt;so so&lt;br /&gt;stop proposing to me!&lt;br /&gt;BOO NIGEL'S NOT ONLINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[NYSJ]            turducken! says:&lt;br /&gt;sutpid nigel&lt;br /&gt;stupid*&lt;br /&gt;ignoring us for a psp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leaving for australia in 2 hours (History RA trip) says:&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;wa lao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me how time flies [scratch the aeroplanes/birds] says:&lt;br /&gt;ghahhaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leaving for australia in 2 hours (History RA trip) says:&lt;br /&gt;i dont find lesbians hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[NYSJ]            turducken! says:&lt;br /&gt;geoff does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leaving for australia in 2 hours (History RA trip) says:&lt;br /&gt;im only interested in girls&lt;br /&gt;that are interested in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[NYSJ]            turducken! says:&lt;br /&gt;which would be...&lt;br /&gt;lynette&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leaving for australia in 2 hours (History RA trip) says:&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[NYSJ]            turducken! says:&lt;br /&gt;okay i don't even know this lynette.&lt;br /&gt;but nevermind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me how time flies [scratch the aeroplanes/birds] says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[NYSJ]            turducken! says:&lt;br /&gt;from what i heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me how time flies [scratch the aeroplanes/birds] says:&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[NYSJ]            turducken! says:&lt;br /&gt;your relationship is hot.&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;NRJ be hotter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me how time flies [scratch the aeroplanes/birds] says:&lt;br /&gt;snigger snigegr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[NYSJ]            turducken! says:&lt;br /&gt;SO&lt;br /&gt;NRJ GOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leaving for australia in 2 hours (History RA trip) says:&lt;br /&gt;sian lah&lt;br /&gt;im not involved with her lah&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[NYSJ]            turducken! says:&lt;br /&gt;aww.&lt;br /&gt;SHY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leaving for australia in 2 hours (History RA trip) says:&lt;br /&gt;IM FREE! MARRY ME!&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[NYSJ]            turducken! says:&lt;br /&gt;WHOOO SO HUGGABLE&lt;br /&gt;i have to like&lt;br /&gt;save this for joy.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me how time flies [scratch the aeroplanes/birds] says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahha&lt;br /&gt;doh&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[NYSJ]            turducken! says:&lt;br /&gt;nigel would be delighted&lt;br /&gt;to hear that you are officially&lt;br /&gt;free for him to take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me how time flies [scratch the aeroplanes/birds] says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahha&lt;br /&gt;whoo&lt;br /&gt;go nigel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me how time flies [scratch the aeroplanes/birds] says:&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[NYSJ]            turducken! says:&lt;br /&gt;Go nigel!&lt;br /&gt;OHH&lt;br /&gt;I HEARD THAT NIGEL SLEEPS TOPLESS&lt;br /&gt;THAT BE HOT.&lt;br /&gt;WHOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leaving for australia in 2 hours (History RA trip) says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;go snog him lah laura&lt;br /&gt;from what I know he's unattached&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[NYSJ]            turducken! says:&lt;br /&gt;dowan.&lt;br /&gt;he's yours&lt;br /&gt;i am a faithful supporter of NRJ&lt;br /&gt;whoo. NRJ forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hahaha. This is a really long conversation, and it took me a really long time to cut and paste it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM A FAITHFUL SUPPORTER OF THE YAOI PAIR: NRJ! NIGEL X RENJIE FOREVER! WHOO.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-3101935825449949950?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/3101935825449949950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=3101935825449949950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/3101935825449949950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/3101935825449949950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/11/proposals-d.html' title='proposals =D'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-3461005459407797711</id><published>2007-11-18T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T19:22:41.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wisps of nostalgia</title><content type='html'>I am thoroughly bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy has possibly gone out for dinner. (it's about 7 over there in the U.S.) Geoff has gone for some interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my mum has gone out to shop. *WAILS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEYER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE'S LEAVING ME BEHIND. I AM GOING TO GET RAPED BY THE PERVERTIC MONSTER OF BOREDOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to take a look at some of my old convos. Haha. Take a look at this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Disillusionist. says:&lt;br /&gt;you still haven't answered my question on who looks better in an apron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-   Ŀфяяθ  -  Eternal Snow says:&lt;br /&gt;if ren jie were in a pink apron, standing at the front door, with a cooking utensil in his hand, and an oven mitten in his other, and nice fluffy pink slippers on his feet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Disillusionist. says:&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Somewhere in November, 2006)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Disillusionist. says:&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to marry nigel but that would interfere with the same sex relationship plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Also somewhere in November, 2006)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Joy married Aman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"hihi purple specs...ppl's gonna think im crushing on laura ohmygoodness "&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;- Meichun's MSN personal message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHHOOOO. MEICHUN HAS A CRUSH ON ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so she doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT BUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds like she does. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me how time flies [scratch the aeroplanes/birds] says:&lt;br /&gt;girls look really sexy when 1) they just wake up 2) they are wet (i dont mean down there) 3) they are blushing 4) erm... okay actually there are a lot of times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I think this was from yesterday....)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[NYSJ]            the bus came in a skirt! says:&lt;br /&gt;why can't males have penis cramps?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me how time flies [scratch the aeroplanes/birds] says:&lt;br /&gt;erm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me how time flies [scratch the aeroplanes/birds] says:&lt;br /&gt;cos the penis is just hollow tissue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me how time flies [scratch the aeroplanes/birds] says:&lt;br /&gt;the only muscle in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me how time flies [scratch the aeroplanes/birds] says:&lt;br /&gt;is the ring at the base&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me how time flies [scratch the aeroplanes/birds] says:&lt;br /&gt;which is permanently taut anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me how time flies [scratch the aeroplanes/birds] says:&lt;br /&gt;so there isnt anything to get cramps with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[NYSJ]            the bus came in a skirt! says:&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[NYSJ]            the bus came in a skirt! says:&lt;br /&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[NYSJ]            the bus came in a skirt! says:&lt;br /&gt;are scaring me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;From yesterday too.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoo Joy came online. YAY. NO MORE BOREDOM RAPES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-3461005459407797711?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/3461005459407797711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=3461005459407797711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/3461005459407797711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/3461005459407797711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/11/wisps-of-nostalgia.html' title='wisps of nostalgia'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-147124883554039943</id><published>2007-11-18T02:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T06:27:05.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>starry signs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I decided to check my email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Take note of the UNDERLINED.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VIRGO - The Perfectionist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dominant in relationships&lt;/u&gt;. Conservative. Always wants the last word.&lt;br /&gt;Argumentative. Worries. Very smart. Dislikes noise and chaos. Eager.&lt;br /&gt;Hardworking. Loyal. Beautiful. Easy to talk to. Hard to please. Harsh.&lt;br /&gt;Practical and &lt;u&gt;very fussy&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;u&gt;Often shy&lt;/u&gt;. Pessimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rachel and Ashley Lee. (Often shy my ass.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCORPIO - The Intense One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Very energetic&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;u&gt;Sexy.&lt;/u&gt; Intelligent. Can be jealous and/or possessive.&lt;br /&gt;Hardworking. Great kisser. &lt;u&gt;Can become obsessive or secretive.&lt;/u&gt; Holds&lt;br /&gt;grudges. Attractive. Determined. Loves being in long relationships.&lt;br /&gt;Talkative. &lt;u&gt;Romantic&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;u&gt;Can be self-centered at times&lt;/u&gt;. Passionate and&lt;br /&gt;Emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Dad. (WHOO MY MUM MARRIED A SEXY MAN)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rachel Sim (Take note of VERY ENERGETIC.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIBRA - The Harmonizer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Nice to everyone they meet&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;u&gt;Can't make up their mind&lt;/u&gt;. Have own unique&lt;br /&gt;appeal. &lt;u&gt;Creative, energetic&lt;/u&gt;, and very social. Hates to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;Peaceful, generous. &lt;u&gt;Very loving and beautiful&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;u&gt;Flirtatious&lt;/u&gt;. Give in too&lt;br /&gt;easily.&lt;u&gt; Procrastinators&lt;/u&gt;. Very gullible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Natalie Wong (flirtyyyyy. )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARIES - The Daredevil &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Energetic. Adventurous and spontaneous.&lt;/u&gt; Confident and enthusiastic. Fun.&lt;br /&gt;Loves a challenge. EXTREMELY impatient. Sometimes selfish. Short fuse.&lt;br /&gt;(easily angered.) &lt;u&gt;Lively, passionate, and sharp wit&lt;/u&gt;. Outgoing.&lt;u&gt; Lose&lt;br /&gt;interest quickly - easily bored.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;Egotistical.&lt;/u&gt; Courageous and assertive.&lt;br /&gt;Tends to be physical and athletic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Benita Lau. (oooh. I can just picture it now. Tane trying to scale a mountain with a picture of sylar in her backpack)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AQUARIUS - The Sweetheart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Optimistic and honest. &lt;u&gt;Sweet personality&lt;/u&gt;. Very independent. Inventive and&lt;br /&gt;intelligent. &lt;u&gt;Friendly and loyal&lt;/u&gt;. Can seem unemotional. Can be a bit&lt;br /&gt;rebellious. Very stubborn, but original and unique. &lt;u&gt;Attractive on the&lt;br /&gt;inside and out.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;Eccentric personality&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nigel (ATTRACTIVE. heehee. kidding). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Qing Yi (ECCENTRIC PERSONALITY). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kai Yuan (INTELLIGENT.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GEMINI - The Chatterbox&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Smart and witty&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;u&gt;Outgoing, very chatty&lt;/u&gt;. Lively, energetic. Adaptable but&lt;br /&gt;needs to express themselves. Argumentative and outspoken. Likes change.&lt;br /&gt;Versatile. Busy, sometimes nervous and tense. &lt;u&gt;Gossips.&lt;/u&gt; May seem&lt;br /&gt;superficial or inconsistent, But is only changeable. &lt;u&gt;Beautiful physically&lt;br /&gt;and mentally. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aman (Gossips. haha). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wanda. (VERY CHATTY)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LEO - The Boss&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Very organized&lt;/u&gt;. Need order in their lives - like being in control. &lt;u&gt;Like&lt;br /&gt;boundaries.&lt;/u&gt; Tend to take over everything. Bossy. Like to help others.&lt;br /&gt;Social and outgoing. Extroverted. &lt;u&gt;Generous, warm-hearted. &lt;/u&gt;Sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;Creative energy. Full of themselves. Loving. Doing the right thing is&lt;br /&gt;important to Leos. &lt;u&gt;Attractive.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Example:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Mummy! (The BOSS is right.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CANCER - The Protector&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Moody, emotional&lt;/u&gt;. May be shy. &lt;u&gt;Very loving and caring&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pretty/handsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Excellent partners for life. Protective. Inventive and &lt;u&gt;imaginative.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cautious. Touchy-feely kind of person. &lt;u&gt;Needs love from others&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;u&gt;Easily&lt;br /&gt;hurt, but sympathetic.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Example:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;ME. (I'M SHY OKAY.)(Take note of PRETTY/HANDSOME.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PISCES - The Dreamer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Generous, kind, and thoughtful&lt;/u&gt;. Very creative and &lt;u&gt;imaginative&lt;/u&gt;. May become&lt;br /&gt;secretive and vague. Sensitive. Don't like details. Dreamy and&lt;br /&gt;unrealistic. Sympathetic and loving. Kind. &lt;u&gt;Unselfish.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;Good kisser&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Beautiful.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Example:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Geoff. (Good kisser. Way to go Geoff!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAPRICORN - The Go-Getter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Patient and wise. Practical and rigid. &lt;u&gt;Ambitious.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;Tends to be&lt;br /&gt;good-looking&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;u&gt;Humorous and funny&lt;/u&gt;. Can be a bit shy and reserved. Often&lt;br /&gt;pessimists. Capricorns tend to act before they think and can be&lt;br /&gt;unfriendly at times. Hold grudges. Like competition. &lt;u&gt;Get what they want&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Examples:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joy doesn't really fit the description though. She's more like a Cancer or a Pieces. Whoo Joy's special.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tong (TENDS TO BE GOOD-LOOKING. GO TONG! MY SEXY BABE!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nicole Nee. (boo. pessimistic. BOO)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rachel Leong (practical and rigid is RIGHT)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kenny. (aww. he's shy. haha)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kenneth. (GET WHAT THEY WANT.)(richass.)(boo)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAURUS - The Enduring One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Charming but aggressive&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;u&gt;Can come off as boring, but they are not&lt;/u&gt;. Hard&lt;br /&gt;workers. Warm-hearted. Strong, has endurance. Solid beings who are stable&lt;br /&gt;and secure in their ways. Not looking for shortcuts. &lt;u&gt;Take pride in their&lt;br /&gt;beauty.&lt;/u&gt; Patient and reliable. &lt;u&gt;Make great friends and give good advice&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Loving and kind. Loves hard - passionate. Express themselves emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;Prone to ferocious temper-tantrums. &lt;u&gt;Determined&lt;/u&gt;. Indulge themselves often.&lt;br /&gt;Very generous. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Example:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lingxuan. (Seriously, this is really accurate).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ren Jie. (Seriously.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAGITTARIUS - The Happy-Go-Lucky One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Good-natured optimist&lt;/u&gt;. Doesn't want to grow up (Peter Pan Syndrome).&lt;br /&gt;Indulges self. Boastful. &lt;u&gt;Likes luxuries&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;gambling(haha)&lt;/u&gt;. Social and&lt;br /&gt;outgoing. &lt;u&gt;Doesn't like responsibilities&lt;/u&gt;. Often fantasizes. Impatient. Fun&lt;br /&gt;to be around. Having lots of friends.&lt;u&gt; Flirtatious&lt;/u&gt;. Doesn't like rules.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes hypocritical. Dislikes being confined - tight spaces or even&lt;br /&gt;tight clothes. &lt;u&gt;Doesn't like being doubted&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;u&gt;Beautiful inside and out&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Example:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ytene. (whoot. this is sooo true! Go my flirty baby!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nicolette&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Horoscopes are really true, baby.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(zomg i've forgotten Cui Er's, my squadmates', some of my classmates', and lots of other people's birthdays! SORRY.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-147124883554039943?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/147124883554039943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=147124883554039943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/147124883554039943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/147124883554039943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/11/starry-signs.html' title='starry signs.'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-8779299404209142913</id><published>2007-11-17T02:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T02:46:41.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and then..</title><content type='html'>I was doing random stuff today. Same as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me how time flies [scratch the aeroplanes/birds] says:&lt;br /&gt;RJ&lt;br /&gt;tell me how time flies [scratch the aeroplanes/birds] says:&lt;br /&gt;do you think this is sexy?&lt;br /&gt;tell me how time flies [scratch the aeroplanes/birds] says:&lt;br /&gt;"i got a headache halfway through, then uh, i went to the couch. and uhm... closed my eyes... The couch felt soooo nice..."&lt;br /&gt;[NYSJ]            and the truth slipped past my fingers      {chinese-ing. ew} says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;ideas are bulletproof says:&lt;br /&gt;to weridos like you?&lt;br /&gt;ideas are bulletproof says:&lt;br /&gt;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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoot. i'm sexy to RJ.&lt;br /&gt;At least, what I said is, anyway.&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;[NYSJ]            and the truth slipped past my fingers      {chinese-ing. ew} says:&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what's a paynise.&lt;br /&gt;sunlight. says:&lt;br /&gt;very ?&lt;br /&gt;tell me how time flies [scratch the aeroplanes/birds] says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;[NYSJ]            and the truth slipped past my fingers      {chinese-ing. ew} says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to check the dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;sunlight. says:&lt;br /&gt;GEOFF.&lt;br /&gt;sunlight. says:&lt;br /&gt;DONT.&lt;br /&gt;sunlight. says:&lt;br /&gt;TELL HER.&lt;br /&gt;sunlight. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;tell me how time flies [scratch the aeroplanes/birds] says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;tell me how time flies [scratch the aeroplanes/birds] says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;tell me how time flies [scratch the aeroplanes/birds] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me how time flies [scratch the aeroplanes/birds] says:&lt;br /&gt;i wish&lt;br /&gt;tell me how time flies [scratch the aeroplanes/birds] says:&lt;br /&gt; came in a bigger emoticon&lt;br /&gt;tell me how time flies [scratch the aeroplanes/birds] says:&lt;br /&gt;then can have like&lt;br /&gt;tell me how time flies [scratch the aeroplanes/birds] says:&lt;br /&gt;doh! and DOH!&lt;br /&gt;[NYSJ]            and the truth slipped past my fingers      {chinese-ing. ew} says:&lt;br /&gt;do you mean paynize?&lt;br /&gt;sunlight. says:&lt;br /&gt;the ing army!&lt;br /&gt;[NYSJ]            and the truth slipped past my fingers      {chinese-ing. ew} says:&lt;br /&gt;paynise isn't found in the dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;sunlight. says:&lt;br /&gt;yeap.&lt;br /&gt;sunlight. says:&lt;br /&gt;paynize.&lt;br /&gt;[NYSJ]            and the truth slipped past my fingers      {chinese-ing. ew} says:&lt;br /&gt;No results found for paynise..&lt;br /&gt;Did you mean paynize (in dictionary) or Pansie (in encyclopedia)? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me how time flies [scratch the aeroplanes/birds] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me how time flies [scratch the aeroplanes/birds] says:&lt;br /&gt;dum dum DUM&lt;br /&gt;[NYSJ]            and the truth slipped past my fingers      {chinese-ing. ew} says:&lt;br /&gt;\Payn"ize\, v. t. [From Mr. Payne, the inventor.] To treat or preserve, as wood, by a process resembling kyanizing.&lt;br /&gt;[NYSJ]            and the truth slipped past my fingers      {chinese-ing. ew} says:&lt;br /&gt;whut is this.&lt;br /&gt;sunlight. says:&lt;br /&gt;rj, what's a paynise?&lt;br /&gt;sunlight. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me how time flies [scratch the aeroplanes/birds] says:&lt;br /&gt;snigger&lt;br /&gt;[NYSJ]            and the truth slipped past my fingers      {chinese-ing. ew} says:&lt;br /&gt;Payne's process \Payne's process\ A process for preserving timber and rendering it incombustible by impregnating it successively with solutions of sulphate of iron and calcium chloride in vacuo.&lt;br /&gt;ideas are bulletproof says:&lt;br /&gt;a penis lah&lt;br /&gt;ideas are bulletproof says:&lt;br /&gt;duh&lt;br /&gt;[NYSJ]            and the truth slipped past my fingers      {chinese-ing. ew} says:&lt;br /&gt;oh.&lt;br /&gt;ideas are bulletproof says:&lt;br /&gt;i mean&lt;br /&gt;[NYSJ]            and the truth slipped past my fingers      {chinese-ing. ew} says:&lt;br /&gt;CHEI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah. so paynise means penis. EEYER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[NYSJ]            and the truth slipped past my fingers says:&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING CAN BEAT&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;THE PENIS.&lt;br /&gt;[NYSJ]            and the truth slipped past my fingers says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;ideas are bulletproof says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;ideas are bulletproof says:&lt;br /&gt;lots of things&lt;br /&gt;ideas are bulletproof says:&lt;br /&gt;can beat the penis&lt;br /&gt;ideas are bulletproof says:&lt;br /&gt;pussies beat up the penis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoot. haha&lt;br /&gt;i feel so random once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-8779299404209142913?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/8779299404209142913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=8779299404209142913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/8779299404209142913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/8779299404209142913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/11/and-then.html' title='and then..'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-7038176029286581067</id><published>2007-11-15T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T06:36:13.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pear</title><content type='html'>and i looked down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to realize it was an apple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-7038176029286581067?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/7038176029286581067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=7038176029286581067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/7038176029286581067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/7038176029286581067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/11/pear.html' title='pear'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-6006648874346697781</id><published>2007-11-12T03:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T03:58:05.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BMW?</title><content type='html'>My parents are thinking of buying a BMW. So we went to the showroom yesterday and checked out the 7,5 and 3 series. Naturally we could only afford the 3 series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when i'm 25, I'm gonna earn my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;millions&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and afford a couple of TEN series. (if such a model ever comes out.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's not the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how many memories I have with just three letters: B.M.W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember my old friend's car was a BMW. I was really young then and was amused by the fact that the name of a car company was represented by three pathetic letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember, in primary three, my friends and I went down on one knee and said to our form teacher," Mrs Gloria, BMW!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That meant Be My Wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we were discussing about how maybe one day there might be another car company called BMH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And we also discussed about how maybe some guy might propose to us like that, about how he'd give us a brand new car, and not just any car, a BMW. And then how on the driver's seat, there'd be a 10 carat diamond ring that blinded us like the flames of a thousand suns. Haha.)(but unfortunately, the proposal i received was far from that. Now I can't even find my fiance. wth.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember, in primary six, I became the inventor of one of the best nicknames ever. Rachel Lee Jia became BMW, or Big Marcus Wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She became so angry with me she couldn't talk for a week. (But we all know she was secretly pleased with the fact that I was so thoughtful and that I married her off to Marcus bum.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how looking at something so simple as a car can bring back memories hidden for more than 9 years. Almost 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's why the boy in The Alchemist (Sandiego, was it?) said that everything in this world is one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my memories, everything really is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a few years from now, when I look at another BMW, i'll think back of this post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and smile again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-6006648874346697781?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/6006648874346697781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=6006648874346697781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/6006648874346697781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/6006648874346697781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/11/bmw.html' title='BMW?'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-2397532094538307002</id><published>2007-11-10T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T05:57:31.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's get retarded</title><content type='html'>Here are a couple of really funny quotes I found over the internet some time back. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Don't drink water. Fish have &lt;strong&gt;sex&lt;/strong&gt; in it."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(in the tune of milkshake by kelis)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"My Pokemon brings all the boys to the yard. And they're like, you wanna trade cards? Damn right, I wanna trade cards. I'll beat you, I've got Charizard."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"FUCKYA, BIPPA!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"She tried to murder me, wearing a straight face and awful orange trousers. I practically died."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Now remember bob, only retards wear their collars up."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"It ain't easy being a penis you know. Firstly, i have two huge sacs around me that make me look very ugly. Then my best friend is a pussy. My neighbour is an asshole. and the worst part is,&lt;strong&gt; I throw up when i get excited"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. OMG. Joy just showed me something. It's like, HORRENDOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're really bored and desire entertainment,&lt;br /&gt;LOOK AT THIS AND LAUGH YOUR HEAD OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2828044/1/My_Immortal"&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2828044/1/My_Immortal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg. she spelt "virginity" as "virility". "Crucio" as "Crookshanks".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. GO TAKE A LOOK!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-2397532094538307002?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/2397532094538307002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=2397532094538307002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/2397532094538307002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/2397532094538307002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/11/lets-get-retarded.html' title='Let&apos;s get retarded'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-4433670828461800515</id><published>2007-11-10T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T22:10:36.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ouch</title><content type='html'>Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just one flucoughsorethroatheadache from being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fabulous.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I caught a cold during Choral and Drama night. Ah. It's the really thin costume i was wearing. It was like, SO thin, and like SO BLACK, so I was like, practically&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RADIATING ALL MY HEAT OUT TO THE SURROUNDINGS LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah,&lt;br /&gt;there goes my heat&lt;br /&gt;and my health,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hello&lt;br /&gt;FLU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm SICK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(not in the mind lah you people.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm learning guitar now. Haha. I feel so pro and hot. It's like, one day i might sit in the balcony and start strumming a few chords, and maybe my neighbour might be some new hot korean guy who just migrated here. Then he might get mesmerized by my playing and then we'll have three kids or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH COME ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl can dream right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-4433670828461800515?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/4433670828461800515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=4433670828461800515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/4433670828461800515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/4433670828461800515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/11/ouch.html' title='ouch'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-2644439919715773508</id><published>2007-11-08T03:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T04:19:00.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A deed without a name</title><content type='html'>In the end,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want it to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted all 33 of us to sit in that classroom again, to look forward to the chalet, to look forward to C&amp;amp;D night, to look forward to fun and laughter and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chalet was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became a mermaid and saw a glowing red tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only we had Lydia with us when we went strolling at 11pm and saw the red lantern glowing in the tree. Then we wouldn't be screaming around in the darkness like bimbotic bastards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sleeping with Amaris isn't so bad either. She didn't kick and punch as I predicted. Haha. Maybe it's because she's absolutely defenseless and naked without her broom and thus, she can't attack. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was soooo tired on the morning of chalet. I was halfway through eating my mcmuffin breakfast when i fell asleep. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was &lt;em&gt;Goodbye, Chalet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't mind going for another Choral and Drama night, even though our plot was really weird and screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. We, the witches, finally decided NOT to paint our billion-dollar faces green. I mean, come on, who cares? Nobody's gonna stare at our faces on stage. We're just the random five who keep stirring the pot on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I met Geoff. Haha. He's a nice guy. He bought me a balloon when I asked for it. Haha. BUT IT FLEW AWAY LAH. EEYER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiyo. Then hor, it was soooo cold inside the LT. I nearly dieded.  No, actually right now i've caught a cold and I've got sore throat. Like, wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you find life sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I didn't want any of this to end, minus the cold LT part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss 203'07 forever. Our activities together might have ended last night, but still, we're 203'07 forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we're 23,&lt;br /&gt;We'll come back to 2/3&lt;br /&gt;And have laughter like before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-2644439919715773508?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/2644439919715773508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=2644439919715773508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/2644439919715773508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/2644439919715773508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/11/deed-without-name.html' title='A deed without a name'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-8332351526317624000</id><published>2007-10-30T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T03:45:58.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The witches</title><content type='html'>Actually I'm rather looking forward to Choral and Drama night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since I've been repeating this list so many times, I might as well type it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The hot guys are:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taken&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dead&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Actors&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Playboys&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drug-addicts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sex-crazed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Knuckle-heads&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Idiots who don't get women&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brainless muscleheads&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Non-existant&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Overage&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Underage&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Retarded&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Poseurs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Arrogant bastards&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ignorant&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Women-abusers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Narrow-minded freaks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bullies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gay&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So uh yeah.  And of course there's still NOT RICH, but uh yeah, i can't be too picky.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-8332351526317624000?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/8332351526317624000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=8332351526317624000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/8332351526317624000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/8332351526317624000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/10/witches.html' title='The witches'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-9213722034483011974</id><published>2007-10-25T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T23:11:14.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the end</title><content type='html'>Today is the 26th of October and also,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We were strangers, starting out on our journey,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never dreaming, what we'd have to go through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be telling a black (well, it's the opposite of white) lie if I said the day started out as normal days do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interview was at 8.20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH. I mean, with extended flag raising and all, I haven't even started on breakfast at the time. I was so nervous. I got those butterflies in the stomach. I could hear the blood singing in my ears. REALLY. I went around class requesting for hugs and more hugs. I ran into Meichun's arms (okay, that sounds really wrong), grabbed Lanxin into a hug (even more wrong), and freaked Tabby out with my open arms (now this is more like it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;now here we are,&lt;br /&gt;i'm suddenly standing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to calm myself down by playing speed but before I had the chance, Meichun dragged me all the way to the humanities department, which made matters worse. We spent about 10 minutes staring at the list of shortlisted people going for the interview. And we stared at &lt;em&gt;the room.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more?&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 will not elaborate about the interview to prevent any potential heart attacks from myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But besides that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was uber uber uber fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the class montage to the cheering to the level closure to the choral and drama night rehearsals and finally to the whacke-out drawing-on-the-whiteboard scheme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, speaking of which, gotta ask lannie for the photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choral and drama night rehearsals were so-so. Same old *hemhem* *hemhem-ing* at us, same old moves, same old costume *GAH DON'T MAKE ME THINK ABOUT MY STUPID WITCH COSTUME*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At the beginning with you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of us went back to class. Me, Tong, Ytene, Wanda, XY, Amaris, Shi Yun, Cherylin and Lanxin. And we all went back to our seats and sat there for the last time.&lt;br /&gt;Then after Shi Yun, Tong and Ytene left,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all hell broke lose.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame Amaris:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.K.A LIM SLIM SLIM,&lt;br /&gt;for being such a retard and screaming at the top of her lungs. She tried to annihilate Mok Pok Pok with a BROOOOM. Can you believe that? Of all the possible weapons, she chose a broom. That's why we decided to lock her out of the classroom. YOU SHOULDA SEEN HER! She was crying (well, fake wailing anyway) and was super defenseless without her broom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And life is a road that I wanna keep going,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is a river that I wanna keep flowing,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I blame Xiao You,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.K.A MOK POK POK,&lt;br /&gt;for being more of a retard than slim slim. SHE WAS THE ONE WHO NAMED ME TSUI PUI PUI LAH. @!#!%@%&amp;amp;#^(repeat) Haha. I can still remember all of us doodling there on the whiteboard. We were drawing crazy things like Wanda &lt;3 XY &lt;3 Amaris &lt;3 Laura &lt;3 Lanxin &lt;3 203, and other crap like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is a road,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame Wann qinn,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.K.A. Ong Pong Pong,&lt;br /&gt;YOU RETARD LAH. (enough said)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now and forever,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A wonderful journey,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lanxin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.K.A. JIANG JIANG JIANG,&lt;br /&gt;is the only sane person besides me. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be there when the world stops turning,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be there when the storm is through,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the end,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I walked out of the classroom,&lt;br /&gt;When I turned around to see,&lt;br /&gt;The smiling faces and the memories,&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help but shout:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"203! I LOVE YOU FOREVER. I LOVE YOU ALL!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna be standing,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;at the beginning,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-9213722034483011974?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/9213722034483011974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=9213722034483011974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/9213722034483011974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/9213722034483011974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/10/in-end.html' title='In the end'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-803335561431704757</id><published>2007-10-16T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T02:37:19.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doppelganger</title><content type='html'>Maybe there's a second me within me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I don't even know what I'm saying. But then again, that's a human for you. I just don't get humanity and its emotions. But that's what life is all about. Mysteries and not getting things. If someone just decided to know everything on this planet, that's... just wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, speaking of wrong,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone makes mistakes sometimes. Or maybe they think that they're right, but in fact they're wrong, or maybe their decision is both right and wrong. A mistake that's right. A correct answer with a flaw in it. Life is just that. There's no line, no fixed line between right and wrong. Just like there's no distinct border between good and evil, that's why we have the yin and yang sign. And there's also no distinct difference between conscious and unconscious. The "partial-consciousness" is impaired consciousness. There's always something in between. That's what life is. &lt;em&gt;Something in between heaven and hell.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just borrowed a lot of books from the library, hmm, 7 from the school library and 2 from the national library to be exact. So far I've finished 3 of them, and I've lost one of them. Yes, here comes all the GASPings. If anyone in my class didn't hear me moan and groan and complain and wail about my missing Roman Mythology, man, they're either deaf, or just simply a living corpse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, another thing that's in between. A living corpse. Neither alive nor dead. Something in between life and death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I talking psycological stuff? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finished reading The 5 people you meet in heaven, The love that God forgot and For one more day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that For one more day impacted me the most. I won't write some cruddy long review here, you can find that on the Yahoo. But seriously, it's one of the best books on earth. I couldn't stop crying. I started crying on like, the 20th page! Gosh. Hahaha. I think Mitch Albom is an amazing person. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that all i've typed out here is nonsensical and i think maybe no one will get me because it doesn't seem grammatically correct (sentencewise). So I think i'll just end here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, did I tell you that I failed physics by 1 mark, history by 2? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that's life for you again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-803335561431704757?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/803335561431704757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=803335561431704757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/803335561431704757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/803335561431704757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/10/doppelganger.html' title='Doppelganger'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-3897725602311644455</id><published>2007-10-10T04:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T04:43:06.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blur of the traffic;</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Bombing for peace is like fucking for virginity&lt;/em&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;Okay, as weird as this seems, this statement is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kEVTQ6fx_AM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kEVTQ6fx_AM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this song is so beautiful. I had no idea Emmy Rossum could sing so well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-3897725602311644455?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/3897725602311644455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=3897725602311644455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/3897725602311644455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/3897725602311644455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/10/blur-of-traffic.html' title='blur of the traffic;'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-2892242379949647288</id><published>2007-10-08T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T02:54:16.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>then a pink carnation with a pickup truck,</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt; then a golden sunsent and we're outta luck&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew. It was tough. But it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; FREEE I TELL YOU FREE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-2892242379949647288?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/2892242379949647288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=2892242379949647288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/2892242379949647288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/2892242379949647288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/10/then-pink-carnation-with-pickup-truck.html' title='then a pink carnation with a pickup truck,'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-3849640562617688269</id><published>2007-09-13T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T07:25:00.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>edge of SEVENTEEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Just like the white winged dove...&lt;br /&gt;sings a song ...&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like she's singing...&lt;br /&gt;whoo...whoo...whoo&lt;br /&gt;Just like the white winged dove...&lt;br /&gt;sings a song...&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like she's singing...&lt;br /&gt;ooo...baby...ooo...said ooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the days go by....&lt;br /&gt;like a strand in the wind&lt;br /&gt;In the web that is my own...&lt;br /&gt;I begin again&lt;br /&gt;Said to my friend, baby...&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' else mattered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was no more...than a baby then&lt;br /&gt;Well he... seemed broken hearted...&lt;br /&gt;something within him&lt;br /&gt;But the moment...that I first laid...&lt;br /&gt;Eyes...on...him...all alone...&lt;br /&gt;On the edge of...seventeen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the white winged dove...&lt;br /&gt;sings a song ...&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like she's singing...&lt;br /&gt;whoo...whoo...whoo&lt;br /&gt;Just like the white winged dove...&lt;br /&gt;sings a song...&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like she's singing...&lt;br /&gt;ooo...baby...ooo...said ooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went today...maybe I will go again...&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;And the music there it was hauntingly...&lt;br /&gt;familiar&lt;br /&gt;And I see you doing...&lt;br /&gt;what I try to do for me&lt;br /&gt;With the words from a poet...&lt;br /&gt;and the voice from a choir&lt;br /&gt;And a melody...nothing else mattered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the white winged dove...&lt;br /&gt;sings a song ...&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like she's singing...&lt;br /&gt;whoo...whoo...whoo&lt;br /&gt;Just like the white winged dove...&lt;br /&gt;sings a song...&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like she's singing...&lt;br /&gt;ooo...baby...ooo...said ooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clouds...never expect it...&lt;br /&gt;when it rains&lt;br /&gt;But the sea changes colours...&lt;br /&gt;but the sea...&lt;br /&gt;Does not change&lt;br /&gt;And so...with the slow...graceful flow..&lt;br /&gt;of age&lt;br /&gt;I went forth...with an age old...&lt;br /&gt;desire...to please&lt;br /&gt;On the edge of...seventeen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the white winged dove...&lt;br /&gt;sings a song ...&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like she's singing...&lt;br /&gt;whoo...whoo...whoo&lt;br /&gt;Just like the white winged dove...&lt;br /&gt;sings a song...&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like she's singing...&lt;br /&gt;ooo...baby...ooo...said ooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then suddenly...&lt;br /&gt;there was no one...left standing&lt;br /&gt;In the hall...yeah, yeah...&lt;br /&gt;In a flood of tears&lt;br /&gt;That no one really ever heard fall at all&lt;br /&gt;Oh I went searchin' for an answer...&lt;br /&gt;Up the stairs...and down the hall&lt;br /&gt;Not to find an answer...&lt;br /&gt;just to hear the call&lt;br /&gt;Of a nightbird...singing...&lt;br /&gt;come away...come away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the white winged dove...&lt;br /&gt;sings a song ...&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like she's singing...&lt;br /&gt;whoo...whoo...whoo&lt;br /&gt;Just like the white winged dove...&lt;br /&gt;sings a song...&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like she's singing...&lt;br /&gt;ooo...baby...ooo...said ooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I hear you in the morning...&lt;br /&gt;and I hear you...&lt;br /&gt;At nightfall...&lt;br /&gt;sometime to be near you...&lt;br /&gt;Is to be unable...to hear you...&lt;br /&gt;my love...&lt;br /&gt;I'm a few years older than you...&lt;br /&gt;are (I'm a few years older than you) my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the white winged dove...&lt;br /&gt;sings a song...&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like she's singing...&lt;br /&gt;ooo baby...ooo...said ...(repeat)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEVIE NICKS DEFINITELY KEEPS IT ALIVE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-3849640562617688269?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/3849640562617688269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=3849640562617688269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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tired of reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chemistryphysicsbiologygeographychinesehistorymathematics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all over and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overagain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because there are red streaks in the whites of your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;there's a hell lot of drowsiness in your head,&lt;br /&gt;and you continually scratch your head,&lt;br /&gt;which definitely isn't any help at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish einstein was my neighbour or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i had a really strange dream last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at this comic shop and then all of a sudden i was drawn into a comic. Then I was at this street. Some mannequin suddenly came up to me and started dancing with me. After that it brought me to a fountain and we started fishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I woke up and saw the crimson daylight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-4822123950797707515?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/4822123950797707515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=4822123950797707515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/4822123950797707515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/4822123950797707515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/09/crimson-daylight.html' title='Crimson Daylight'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-163168156028314651</id><published>2007-09-10T19:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T07:10:12.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Applebombs</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Oh, Mickey, you're so fine, you're so fine,&lt;br /&gt;you blow my mind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Mickey,&lt;br /&gt;Hey Mickey!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In such solemn and boring times such as the pre-EOY period, it's like paradise to be able to listen to such a funky song, even if it is very old. But who cares. Ever heard of VINTAGE? Hell yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause every time we touch,&lt;br /&gt;I feel the static,&lt;br /&gt;And every time we kiss,&lt;br /&gt;I reach for the sky!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's another song, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music isn't my life, and it definitely isn't what I live for, but it's definitely something that can't go missing in my life, especially in crucial times such as the studying-for-EOY period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH. But I can't download Hey Mickey into my handphone!! IT'S MY FAVOURITE SONG! NOOOOOOOO. What's the point of having Bluetooth?!&lt;br /&gt;!@$%!##%%* (repeat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Applebombs&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe one day,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;applebombs will drop out of the sky,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sprinkling us with the joy of&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;having apples fall on our heads,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then maybe,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we'll become like Newton,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and we'll ace our Physics exams,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and each get a Nobel Prize.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem is dedicated to Physics, and those who are utterly confused by it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-163168156028314651?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/163168156028314651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=163168156028314651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/163168156028314651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/163168156028314651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/09/applebombs.html' title='Applebombs'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-5611094931382151704</id><published>2007-09-05T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T00:20:37.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>but it hurts</title><content type='html'>It'll be over soon. A month. Just a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I'll be jumping around in Euphoria and singing songs of different languages and saying "hell care" to those who cover their ears whenever I open my mouth to screech a note. I'll be skipping along Orchard Road, in Vivocity, Velocity, Isetan, Borders, Kino, Bugis, J8, and anywhere my two feet can carry me to. I'll be staring at stuff and change in and out of the latest fashions, wear high-heeled shoes that I can't balance in and pretend to carry those five-hundred dollar handbags with sleek silver shiny stuff on it and in the end tell the salesgirl that I'm broke but no worries I'll still ask my mummypoo to buy them for me and then go off to try some of that perfume and use the same excuse again. I'll hang out with all my loves and we'll go watch whatever movie we can, or maybe because it's so expensive to go to a cinema (especially on weekends), we'll probably just wait for the pirated CD to show up then we'll sit in our own homes and eat whatever we can while watching it. I'd be sitting in front of my computer all day and stare at whatever YouTube, Crunchyroll and Veoh have to offer for me. I'll go channel surfing for five hours a day until I can finally watch a show I can actually relate to, and I'll be so free I might even enjoy whatever crap commercials they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man. Right after I finish reading about map-reading. Then after that I still have to revise Chemistry, all those elements and their properties and the structure of metals and whatever acids and alkalis and their chemical formulas and what-not. Then of course, not to mention physics whereby I have to pretend to abide by Newton's stupid laws about how things move and start cursing the stupid apple in my head. Of course, I still have to memorise all the stuff about Biology, and it might be quite fun! Fun, to read about body parts and what happens during sex, and also about food pyramid and what other birds eat and how come these birds are white when their parents are red and whatever things heredity has to offer. Oh yes let's not forget the subject i'm failing, yes Chinese. Enough said. Oh yeah and there's history too. Gosh. After I photocopied Hui Yee's cousin Eddison's notes, my history file has become twice as thick with all those RI notes. Gosh. Why'd Japan have to attack Singapore? Obviously, I'm supposed to find out that for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after I go pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procrastination HOORAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-5611094931382151704?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/5611094931382151704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=5611094931382151704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/5611094931382151704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/5611094931382151704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/09/but-it-hurts.html' title='but it hurts'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-4620463050798455885</id><published>2007-09-02T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T00:56:33.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hell no</title><content type='html'>I've been really bored lately and decided to go to quizilla. After taking a huge number of Harry Potter love quizzes, I think i was paired up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter - 14 times (yes i counted. i told you i was bored)&lt;br /&gt;Draco Malfoy - 16 times&lt;br /&gt;Oliver Wood - 10 times&lt;br /&gt;Ronald Weasley - 11 times&lt;br /&gt;Cedric Diggory - 5 times (he's dead for god's sake)&lt;br /&gt;Fred Weasley - 10 times&lt;br /&gt;George Weasley - 10 times (gosh. they're really identical man)&lt;br /&gt;Dumbledore (bah. who cares about his full name?!) - once. (DUH. hello? generation gap?!)&lt;br /&gt;Severus snape (please, the other choices were like ... Filch) - once&lt;br /&gt;Crabbe and Goyle (i am supposed to choose one) - once&lt;br /&gt;Hermione Granger - once. (gosh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can obviously see how bored i am even though I'm supposed to be studying whatever's on my table right now. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and take a look at this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: DROP DEAD GORGEOUS&lt;br /&gt;B: Loves to make people laugh&lt;br /&gt;C: Really easy to fall in love with&lt;br /&gt;D: Is a great dance&lt;br /&gt;E: Beautiful eyes&lt;br /&gt;F: People wild and crazy adore you&lt;br /&gt;G: Dont let people tell you what to do&lt;br /&gt;H: Easy to fall in love with&lt;br /&gt;I: love to laugh&lt;br /&gt;J: Easy to have fun with&lt;br /&gt;K: Really silly&lt;br /&gt;L: One of the most romantic people you&lt;br /&gt;know&lt;br /&gt;M: Makes dating fun&lt;br /&gt;N: good bf/gf&lt;br /&gt;0: Really easy to fall in love with&lt;br /&gt;P: Popular with all types of people&lt;br /&gt;Q: A hypocrite&lt;br /&gt;R: Can kick your butt&lt;br /&gt;S: Lives life for fun&lt;br /&gt;T: Great Friend&lt;br /&gt;U: Gets blamed for everything&lt;br /&gt;V: Not judgmental&lt;br /&gt;W: Very broad minded&lt;br /&gt;X: Never let people tell you what to do&lt;br /&gt;Y: Loved by everybody&lt;br /&gt;Z: Lives life for fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... my name:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: One of the most romantic people you&lt;br /&gt;know&lt;br /&gt;A: DROP DEAD GORGEOUS&lt;br /&gt;U: Gets blamed for everything&lt;br /&gt;R: Can kick your butt&lt;br /&gt;A: DROP DEAD GORGEOUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T: Great Friend&lt;br /&gt;S: Lives life for fun&lt;br /&gt;U: Gets blamed for everything&lt;br /&gt;I: love to laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Makes dating fun&lt;br /&gt;A: DROP DEAD GORGEOUS&lt;br /&gt;N: good bf/gf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y: Loved by everybody&lt;br /&gt;A: DROP DEAD GORGEOUS&lt;br /&gt;N: good bf/gf&lt;br /&gt;G: Dont let people tell you what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am apparantly VERY DROP DEAD GORGEOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-4620463050798455885?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/4620463050798455885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=4620463050798455885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/4620463050798455885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/4620463050798455885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/09/hell-no.html' title='hell no'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-472583028627652405</id><published>2007-08-29T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T20:50:36.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A fairytale</title><content type='html'>I failed history. Enough said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-472583028627652405?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/472583028627652405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=472583028627652405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/472583028627652405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/472583028627652405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/08/fairytale.html' title='A fairytale'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-1100045791390389965</id><published>2007-08-25T04:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T06:25:49.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>seriously...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-LEFT-: whitecolor:black;" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="350" align="center" border="0" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="30"&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;How long until you get married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #999999 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #999999 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #999999 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #999999 1px solid" src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/weddingring.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You will get married ... 1 year from now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="15"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#000000" height="5"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ffffff" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz_187.html"&gt;'How long until you get married?'&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;at&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="COLOR: #ffffff" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've got to be kidding me.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-1100045791390389965?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/1100045791390389965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=1100045791390389965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/1100045791390389965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/1100045791390389965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/08/how-long-until-you-get-married-you-will.html' title='seriously...'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-6915846042177339531</id><published>2007-08-22T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T17:28:41.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>let's comment</title><content type='html'>My eyes are swollen right now and it's not because of the onions I'm eating for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen quite a number of sentimental and heartwarming comedies these few days, three, in fact - Why Why love, The girl who leapt through time as well as Coffee Prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Why love has been one of the first Taiwanese shows that can actually make me cry like how I did when Mrs. Chitra left. I'm not going to do any excessive narration though, because when I finally finish describing Mike He's mega hot face and the different sentimental expressions it went through, it'd already be midnight. But in that scene whereby Huo Yan was persuading Huo Da to accept the liver transplant, with himself as the liver donor, it was so touching. I cried until my nose was swelling like it got stung by a hornet. And Yanshu's not so bad after all, even though her hair... hem hem. hahaha. sigh. i hope maybe yanshu and huo yan get together in the end, even though they said their last goodbyes. Not everyone is as fortunate as Huo Da.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike most of the anime endings I've seen, The Girl who leapt through Time had a really good ending, even though it was rather cliche, in a way. Her losing her ability to time leap, and the fact that Chiaki-kun, the best friend-kind, had a secret crush on her and she rejected him and that later on realized that she actually had feelings for him but he had to leave because he was not "&lt;em&gt;normal"&lt;/em&gt; (in this case, he was from the future), yeah, that was really typical of a Japanese anime. But still, one can never get tired of it. And of course, the fact that Aunt Witch was actually the older version of Makoto is really .... amazing. That's it. Amazing. This movie is amazing. And they had well chosen soundtracks - Garnet, the ending theme was a really sentimental song and it really fitted the movie.&lt;br /&gt;And I think Chiaki-kun was so cute! If he was real, he is SO MY TYPE! hahaha. kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, Coffee Prince. I think it's such a cute show. EUN CHAN AND HAN KYUL BELONG TOGETHER FOREVER! I don't think I can find any flaws with the show, well, except for maybe the age gap as well as the face of the ajusshi. But other than that, it's PERFECT. Especially the soundtrack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;랄랄라, It's Love! lalala, It's Love!&lt;br /&gt;Polly - 더 멜로디 (The Melody)&lt;br /&gt;Yes, when I say it's PERFECT, it's PERFECT.&lt;br /&gt;That's the GOLDEN RULE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;The best thing is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS WHAT I THINK. HELL YEAH! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-6915846042177339531?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/6915846042177339531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=6915846042177339531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/6915846042177339531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/6915846042177339531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/08/lets-comment.html' title='let&apos;s comment'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-5125036889865670779</id><published>2007-08-21T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T03:07:17.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hell yeah</title><content type='html'>I have to admit, I have been neglecting my blog. But well, at least I'm here now!&lt;br /&gt;SAY "YAY! WHOOT! YEAH! WE DID IT!" (quoted Dora the Explorer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I can't believe he's my new crush. I must be getting really desperate. Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like talking about my results, because then I'd get oh-so-emo and start ranting about how irritating it was to mistake C and D for A and B and then answering the question wrongly and thus failing history. BAH. I've already ranted. =D. Hahahahhaa. I think it's nice to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;"stay up till four in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;and the tears are running,&lt;br /&gt;and i wanna make you worth the fight"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I haven't really been in the Lovey Dovey mood nowadays. It's been all Down-To-Earth and all cool. (of course that's just figuratively speaking, I mean, with global warming, how on earth is it gonna be cool?) So now, I've decided to get my head in the clouds again by reading &lt;em&gt;Wuthering Heights&lt;/em&gt;. Hahaha. It's apparantly "one of the greatest love stories of all time". Let's just see about that. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I think it's just that I'm attracted to accomplished guys. That's all. It's all a passing phase anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the twins left on Sunday, and looking at them crying and huggin their Cresent besties makes me think about how hard I'm going to cry at the end of this year. I really don't want to be separated from 203. When Mrs. Chitra left, half the class cried for half an hour. If that's just a Lang Arts teacher leaving (but &lt;em&gt;one hell of a lang arts teacher&lt;/em&gt; - in a &lt;strong&gt;good&lt;/strong&gt; way, of course), how on earth are we going to survive the end of this year?! And when we all get boyfriends and we get dumped, man, i think we're all gonna go commit suicide or something. Hahaha. that's just us -&lt;em&gt; emo&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;argh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I used to think emo guys were hot. But that's besides the point now. I can survive without the opposite sex.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-5125036889865670779?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/5125036889865670779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=5125036889865670779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/5125036889865670779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/5125036889865670779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/08/hell-yeah.html' title='hell yeah'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-6260693429723150830</id><published>2007-08-15T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T20:53:48.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>let's just commit suicide</title><content type='html'>okay, so that sounds a bit negative and very emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failing tests have very dire consequences. Take it from someone who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even wrote a poem about how sad I was during history. But I'm not in the mood to type it out here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you go, Tane. I blogged.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-6260693429723150830?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/6260693429723150830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=6260693429723150830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/6260693429723150830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/6260693429723150830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/08/lets-just-commit-suicide.html' title='let&apos;s just commit suicide'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-8555132317192359186</id><published>2007-08-07T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T02:38:29.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's acidic chemistry all over again</title><content type='html'>It's for love.&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;okay, on to less emo and bimbo and so helplessly in love kinda stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WpK8WdCsYzk" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously love this song. Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many night's we've prayed&lt;br /&gt;With no proof anyone could hear&lt;br /&gt;In our hearts a hopeful song&lt;br /&gt;We barely understood,&lt;br /&gt;Now we are not afraid&lt;br /&gt;Although we know there's much to fear&lt;br /&gt;We were moving mountains&lt;br /&gt;long before we knew we could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miriam (chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There can be miracles&lt;br /&gt;When you believe&lt;br /&gt;Though hope is frail&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to kill&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what miracles&lt;br /&gt;You can achieve&lt;br /&gt;When you believe&lt;br /&gt;Somehow you will&lt;br /&gt;You will when you believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tzipporah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this time of fear&lt;br /&gt;When prayer so often proved in vain&lt;br /&gt;Hope seemed like the summer birds&lt;br /&gt;Too swiftly flown away&lt;br /&gt;Yet now I'm standing here&lt;br /&gt;With heart so full I can't explain&lt;br /&gt;Seeking faith and speaking words&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miriam and Tzipporah (chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There can be miracles&lt;br /&gt;When you believe&lt;br /&gt;Though hope is frail&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to kill&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what miracles&lt;br /&gt;You can achieve&lt;br /&gt;When you believe&lt;br /&gt;Somehow you will&lt;br /&gt;You will when you believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hebrew Children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-shir-ra la-do-nai ki ga-oh ga-oh&lt;br /&gt;(I will sing to the lord for he has triumphed gloriously)&lt;br /&gt;A-shir-ra la-do-nai ki ga-oh ga-oh&lt;br /&gt;(I will sing to the lord for he has triumphed gloriously)&lt;br /&gt;Mi-cha-mo-cha ba-elim adonai&lt;br /&gt;(Who is like You, oh Lord, among the celestial)&lt;br /&gt;Mi-ka-mo-cha ne-dar-ba-ko-desh&lt;br /&gt;(Who is like You, majestic in holiness)&lt;br /&gt;Na-chi-tah v'-chas-d'-cha am zu ga-al-ta&lt;br /&gt;(In Your Love, You lead the people You redeemed)&lt;br /&gt;Na-chi-tah v'-chas-d'-cha am zu ga-al-ta&lt;br /&gt;(In Your Love, You lead the people You redeemed)&lt;br /&gt;A-shi-ra, a-shi-ra, A-shi-ra.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hebrews (Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;There can be miracles&lt;br /&gt;When you believe&lt;br /&gt;Though hope is frail&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to kill&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what miracles&lt;br /&gt;You can achieve&lt;br /&gt;When you believe&lt;br /&gt;Somehow you will&lt;br /&gt;Now you will&lt;br /&gt;You will when you believe......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miriam and Tzipporah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will when you believe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-8555132317192359186?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/8555132317192359186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=8555132317192359186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/8555132317192359186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/8555132317192359186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-acidic-chemistry-all-over-again.html' title='It&apos;s acidic chemistry all over again'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-5456752695474106315</id><published>2007-08-01T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T03:52:21.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vermillion</title><content type='html'>Apparantly right now people either call me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pervertic&lt;br /&gt;boy-crazy&lt;br /&gt;BIT (bimbo-in-training)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;among the other names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, am i really pervertic?&lt;br /&gt;I know for sure, though, that I'm really open to things with relation to sex. I mean, what's with all the people going YEEEEEEEE and screaming at the top of their voices when they hear the word "penis"? Speaking of which, I remember last time, (when i was really really young), i didn't know how to pronounce penis. I pronounced it as pen(as in, the writing pen)-nis. hahahahha. okay, so random, nevermind back to the topic...yeah, so i'm open to sex-related stuff, but i'm not the kind who thinks sick all the time, like, whenever someone hears like, maybe the word "balls" then i'll think of those two things on my chest. that's so lame man.&lt;br /&gt;conclusion: not pervertic, okay, well, maybe 55% perv (heh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i am boy-crazy.&lt;br /&gt;enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIT.&lt;br /&gt;it's the brand new me! I have decided to get a bimbo coloured font, a bimbo coloured handphone pouch, a bimbo nail polish colour, etc!&lt;br /&gt;yes, i am a BIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so two-third of what everyone says is true. Wow. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, nowadays it's quite boring for me. No one seems to be able to entertain me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe... i need a different sort of excitement. &lt;em&gt;hem hem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding lah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-5456752695474106315?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/5456752695474106315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=5456752695474106315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/5456752695474106315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/5456752695474106315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/08/vermillion.html' title='vermillion'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-3112605521185309518</id><published>2007-07-16T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T03:11:41.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF!?</title><content type='html'>Romeo is so cheesy.&lt;br /&gt;Romeo is such an ass.&lt;br /&gt;Romeo is such a cheesy ass.&lt;br /&gt;Romeo has a cheesy ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh come on, during that love-making scene in the old version of R&amp;J, i mean, they could've just filmed Romeo's &lt;em&gt;back&lt;/em&gt;, and not his &lt;em&gt;backside.&lt;/em&gt; It's like, urgh. His super ugly ass is screened on that 1.5 X 1.5m projector screen. So disgusting. I hope if I ever get a husband, his ass won't be so disgusting. URGH. Imagine having sex with that thing. Ew. Poor Juliet. Thinking about it makes me wanna laugh and puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R&amp;J is seriously getting to my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I appreciate the language Shakespeare has written.&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't think Romeo is romantic.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I agree that it's a tragedy, and I can't stop thinking "what if".&lt;br /&gt;No, I think it's the donkey's fault. Stupid Friar John. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know in the book it was because of the plague, but I'm talking about the movie right now.&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't think Juliet was pretty. In fact, I found her face so Qian4 Bian3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I need to study hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wish Benvolio would just die already. I mean, he's the only survivor.&lt;br /&gt;And now we have to find 5 items on him. Yes, we already found them, but that doesn't mean I still don't dislike Ben. In fact, Ben in the old version of R&amp;J was rather hot, (excluding the fact that he was wearing awful tights and an even worse hat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realised that all these are negative comments. (well, most anyway) So, here we go - POSITIVE COMMENTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mrs Chitra made R&amp;J so enjoyable.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It was fun to watch the movies, especially the modern one. sighh, DiCaprio is SO my type.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's nice to read old English Literature once in a while, though I wouldn't mind studying TKAM for the rest of my year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think Shakespeare's language is absolutely amazing, and the imagery is soooo lovely.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's fun to act out the lines, especially the balcony scene.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah, so R&amp;amp;J was rather enjoyable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's geography test tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wish me luck. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-3112605521185309518?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/3112605521185309518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=3112605521185309518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/3112605521185309518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/3112605521185309518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/07/wtf.html' title='WTF!?'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-7921229946388411832</id><published>2007-07-10T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T23:43:33.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dammit.</title><content type='html'>Yes, it's been a long time since I've blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, it's always:&lt;br /&gt;SJ&lt;br /&gt;R&amp;J&lt;br /&gt;Jaywalk&lt;br /&gt;and some gays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so hectic nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even have time to blog on my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;So here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, Happy birthday, Happy birthday to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's (actually, was) 070707!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a ONCE IN A CENTURY thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. And it was Nanyang Open House. I was on public duty, first shift. Yes, the day was spent with Jeraldine and Geng Yu, continually repeating the phrases," Right now, my senior is performing CPR. Do you know what CPR stands for? It's Cardio Pulmonary Rescusitation. Do you know when to perform CPR? You perform it when the casualty has fallen into Cardiac Arrest, when the casualty has no pulse and no breathing. Some people have the misconception that you perform CPR when the casualty has a heart attack, but that's wrong......Nanyang focuses a lot on leadership and CCA points, and in SJ, we get a lot of points......CPB badges.... trophies...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jeraldine and Geng yu, (and i think CPL Bernice and LCPL Jessica) laughed when I said," I feel happy when I march". Yeah, so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew. My sore throat didn't improve after that. Nope, not a single bit. In fact, it got so bad, I had to take a heavier dose of antibiotics. TT^TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has happened since school started. The hectic life has begun again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm going to pull through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and even though I'm stuck in this hectic life, in those hectic crowds and amidst the chaos, I'm going to find that Romeo.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-7921229946388411832?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/7921229946388411832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=7921229946388411832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/7921229946388411832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/7921229946388411832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/07/dammit.html' title='dammit.'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-3813570289873092464</id><published>2007-06-27T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T17:33:24.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mouldy Faint Fancies</title><content type='html'>Of course, that was meant to be "Holy Saint Francis", but I thought, nah, that's too... religious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mouldy Faint Fancies.&lt;br /&gt;(actually, at first, I wanted it to be Mouldy Faint Panties, but Joy wouldn't let me. TT^TT. haha. it's toooooo hahah. you get it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I'm going to post about everything I haven't posted about for the past few days:&lt;br /&gt;- camp&lt;br /&gt;- school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so that sounds a bit dry, but no matter, it's fun all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes, camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've officially graduated (well, i consider it graduation) from NYSJAB CAMP '07.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's 6.00 am in the morning, in NYGH. It's pitch black all around, with a faint light at the end of the corridor. The heavy backpack weighs on your two small, but energized shoulders. Dim light gives you the opportunity to see the many dozen little snails on the floor, some squashed (and ... you don't want me to describe more about the crushed snails).&lt;br /&gt;it's the end of the corridor, and you see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More backpacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course,&lt;br /&gt;more corpmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had one illegal item, actually, a pair - slippers.&lt;br /&gt;They were supposed to be sandals. Apparantly I mixed up sandals and slippers. (:o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was punishments. Our group (SPONGEBOB!) had 7 violations, yeah, so we got punished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to more important matters - TRIAGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally screwed up in every triage. But at least, I'm VERY SURE I learnt something from all of them. At least, I'm more prepared now. And since the year 3 seniors stated that they might want mock triages during CCA, I've got to be prepared. I'll study my first aid manual every other day. =D (and home nursing too) (unless i have like, major assignments due). I'm going to be POSITIVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the TOPO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked from Nanyang to Watten Estate Park to Adam Road to Lornie Road and 5 km along MacRitchie Reservoir then along the whole of Thomson Road then to Velocity at Novena (where we ate bread and canned food) then to Little India to Suntec City to Esplanade. ALL ON FOOT!! hahaha. If I were in my right state of mind, I'd be saying&lt;br /&gt;" OH MY 天!"&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I think I said that in my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I think I only slept 3 hours in total, in all three days.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't bathe either.&lt;br /&gt;I only used wet wipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Confidence Training was quite nice, though it could have been more challenging.&lt;br /&gt;Night walk was quite cute, though it could have been scarier. I think maybe, the seniors could have used GLOW-IN-THE-DARK paint and like, write on pieces of cardboard :" ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK" or "GET OUT" etc, and when you pass by certain corridors, have a hand pop outta nowhere, or have someone call out your name in a creepy manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, then there was Disabled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I did really well in disabled - I transported more than 5 people, like Hui Ming, Jeraldine, Willa, Bernice, and some more people.&lt;br /&gt;I was both blind and mute. So it was really difficult to move around. (Well, apparantly Iris was of no help in my moving around)&lt;br /&gt;But, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT THE SCARIEST PART WAS&lt;br /&gt;when Iris let go of me, I was groping around for hands - I was blind(folded) after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i grabbed a hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a ma'am cried&lt;br /&gt;" SO HOW NOW?! SHE'S BLIND?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. i think i grabbed a ma'am's hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all that's important about camp.&lt;br /&gt;Of course it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i think all my wounds and bruises and muscle aches were worth it.&lt;br /&gt;Even the lack of personal hygiene was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I took a one hour bath in the tub when I came back home though...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when I was in the tub, I was thinking,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"my god. I bet even cleopatra wasn't as lucky as me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life is beautiful"&lt;br /&gt;"especially after camp"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm back in school now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUZZAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by that pack of white again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and buried in those assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I'm back to my average school life, with the exception of intensive parade training on tuesday and thursday (today), because the actual parade is tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAMBATTE SJAB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll give the school one great parade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-3813570289873092464?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/3813570289873092464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=3813570289873092464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/3813570289873092464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/3813570289873092464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/06/mouldy-faint-fancies.html' title='Mouldy Faint Fancies'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-5799495463784562874</id><published>2007-06-05T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T23:45:02.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>materialise</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zdFVwaDkIVM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zdFVwaDkIVM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to materialize too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be a female soldier,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;known as the &lt;em&gt;otome&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ALERT. IF YOU ARE NOT A SUPPORTER OR SHONEN-AI, (same sex relationships)&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE DON'T LOOK AND SAY WHATEVER "ewww...two-girls-kissing" KIND OF CRAP.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qVxOBj-B2K4"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qVxOBj-B2K4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-5799495463784562874?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/5799495463784562874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=5799495463784562874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/5799495463784562874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/5799495463784562874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/06/materialise.html' title='materialise'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-6945406307946174946</id><published>2007-06-04T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T00:07:51.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mai Otome</title><content type='html'>I don't care if it's an NC 16 (or possibly M18) shounen ai show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAI OTOME ROCKS MY WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need one word to describe it.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hilariousaddictivemagicalincestdramatictouchingboldeverythingthisworldishidingunderneaththeirmasks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE WORD.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you expect? one short word like "&lt;em&gt;fantastic&lt;/em&gt;"? PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, even though the incest and same sex relationship parts may be a bit... disturbing, sometimes, but, who cares? That's why it's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;unique.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (just that I have to switch the channel everytime the daughter blushes at her father's picture, or when two girls start to kiss, because my mum is nearby)(hem hem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, Mai Otome is soooo awesome.&lt;br /&gt;It's even better than Mai HiME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't give me whatever "it's-a-lesbian-show-ewwwwwwwwwwww" kind of crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lesbianism is a unique and bold kind of love, a special kind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, get this straight, you people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I"M NOT A LESBIAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yet. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is my favourite show yet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SOBS. Too bad YouTube removed it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-6945406307946174946?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/6945406307946174946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=6945406307946174946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/6945406307946174946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/6945406307946174946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/06/ohmegosh.html' title='Mai Otome'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-709861046071431002</id><published>2007-06-03T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T01:50:53.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YEAHHHOOOOO</title><content type='html'>I GOT A NEW HANDPHONE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LG CHOCOLATE SERIES KU 800!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA (X100)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pity I can't bring it to camp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-709861046071431002?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-3467114157997660884</id><published>2007-06-02T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T05:59:18.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>50th POST!!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I'm saying this, but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG THIS IS MY FIFTIETH POST!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-3467114157997660884?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/3467114157997660884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=3467114157997660884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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hopes,&lt;br /&gt;Of the star-crossed lovers,&lt;br /&gt;Whose eternity was ripped apart,&lt;br /&gt;Fate leaves us with a fatal ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But fate is uncanny,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the love between our Juliet, and her Romeo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-750144705602355181?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/750144705602355181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=750144705602355181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/750144705602355181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Guys with tatoos are weird, especially those with a skull, or a nazi sign or something. If they have tatoos for religious purposes, besides the nazi or something, tatoos are okay, but if the men just wanna look rugged and smexy with a bloody tatoo, man, they are S***.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the last day of term 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me take a moment to decide.&lt;br /&gt;Short post? or long post?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;short&lt;br /&gt;long&lt;br /&gt;short&lt;br /&gt;long&lt;br /&gt;short&lt;br /&gt;long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleah, it's already too long to be a short post now, so it's a long post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wanted to talk about my sabbaticals, but I decided not to.&lt;br /&gt;Public speaking later. Ytene and I manage to stay awake. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the com lab, and I've realized that what I'm typing here is totally irrelevant and extra and random, just like my beehoon with a fishcake, some vegie and an egg. And my pineapple juice. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, not to mention my cappuccino flavoured kit kat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Joy, this is for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;SHOPPING (but not buying)!!!!&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLEWATCHING!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taboo was funny, no?&lt;br /&gt;But i think charades was funnier.&lt;br /&gt;What with the sausage and mummy thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-8487819140504658468?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/8487819140504658468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=8487819140504658468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/8487819140504658468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/8487819140504658468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/05/taboo.html' title='Taboo'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-2772966238594846216</id><published>2007-05-23T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T19:24:03.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baron</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;My friend&lt;/em&gt; got accidentally molested by some P6 guy yesterday, in the Ancient Civilizations Museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the passers-by said was," &lt;em&gt;You eat her tofu argh"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And  obviously, &lt;em&gt;my friend&lt;/em&gt; is none other than,&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was up till 10.30 yesterday, watching The Cat Returns, that Studio Ghibli Movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder Baron looks so familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering what I'm talking about, go watch Whispers of the Heart, another Studio Ghibli Movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cat Returns is the sequel to Whispers of the Heart, if anyone's realized.&lt;br /&gt;That explains the title of the movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-2772966238594846216?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/2772966238594846216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=2772966238594846216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/2772966238594846216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/2772966238594846216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/05/baron.html' title='Baron'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-2769508695762822610</id><published>2007-05-21T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T20:03:17.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tsk Tsk</title><content type='html'>WHAT IS WRONG WITH THE _______?!&lt;br /&gt;THE ________ ISN'T COOKED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT TASTES LIKE CHARCOAL.&lt;br /&gt;bleah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-2769508695762822610?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/2769508695762822610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=2769508695762822610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/2769508695762822610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/2769508695762822610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/05/tsk-tsk.html' title='Tsk Tsk'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-6991928661016031729</id><published>2007-05-12T00:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T00:52:55.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when things are straight-forward, and you're told that you're loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are optimistic and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is 100%. You are not suited for a monogamous relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you don't need. You just feel like flirting around and playing right now.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-6991928661016031729?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/6991928661016031729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=6991928661016031729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/6991928661016031729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/6991928661016031729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/05/keys-to-your-heart-you-are-attracted-to.html' title=''/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-9071316081837834835</id><published>2007-05-12T00:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T00:43:47.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kisses upon tears</title><content type='html'>I dedicate this post to all my CCA, my seniors, and especially my squadmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being there for me, when I need you most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor said my nose wouldn't bleed anymore. I've had frequent nosebleeds for 3 weeks, and once I even coughed out blood and went to the doggarn emergency room in NUH in the middle of the night, and I also saw that stupid crap doctor, yes, the stupid low blood pressure and fast pulse guy. (yeah, like Radar and Wandar said, they should arrest the guy). Anyway, that's besides the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for a check-up on Thursday. The doctor applied some chemicals onto my nose, and said that my nose wouldn't bleed anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But during PT, Hui Ming suddenly asked me if I was feeling alright. I answered yes, but I didn't realise my nose was bleeding - again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was shocked, horrified, afraid, scared, a mixture of emotions surged within me, beyond my control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran to the toilet, as Hui Ming instructed me to do so (to wash up), and ran as fast as my two tired legs could carry my 46.4 kg body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw bloodstains upon my hand, blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fresh streaks of dark red blood, glimmering in the dim light of the basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It wasn't supposed to happen. It wasn't. The doctor said it wouldn't happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;what was wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began crying in the toilet. I could hear Gwen comforting me, telling me it wasn't my fault, telling me to lean forward and pinch my nosebridge. I could hear myself crying," The doctor said it wouldn't bleed again. It shouldn't bleed. It SHOULDN'T!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears were mixed with blood, Blood was mixed with tap water, tap water was mixed with sweat, and sweat was mixed with my tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at myself in the mirror. My whole face was covered in that mixture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could hear myself crying, my sobs, my heart pumping, and the splash of tap water from the tap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, my seniors. I have always respected you, and after this, I promise, I'll respect you 500% more!! Thanks for being there, allowing me to rest during footdrill, and always asking me if I need to drink water. I promise I won't cause any more trouble again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, my squadmates, especially Jeraldine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being the first one to hug me ever so tight when I really needed it.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for telling me I shouldn't cry, that I should be your happy son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, my squadmates, for worrying about me, for being there for me. I love every one of you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I'm so pathetically weak. I'm sorry that my nose has always been causing trouble, since last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll get stronger, I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-9071316081837834835?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/9071316081837834835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=9071316081837834835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/9071316081837834835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/9071316081837834835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/05/kisses-upon-tears_12.html' title='kisses upon tears'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-3827430335632817916</id><published>2007-05-10T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T21:51:17.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Romeo, Romeo</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Two star-crossed lovers take their life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DiCaprio, please grow young once again, and be my Romeo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-3827430335632817916?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/3827430335632817916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=3827430335632817916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/3827430335632817916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/3827430335632817916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-romeo-romeo.html' title='Oh, Romeo, Romeo'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-274909544904744167</id><published>2007-05-10T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T03:59:21.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Kisses</title><content type='html'>Life is all about ASS. Everyone's either covering it, laughing it off, kicking it, kissing it, getting a piece of it, or simply, just being one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xdxn4sPxSQU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xdxn4sPxSQU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said," Why'd you wear a bra? You got nothing to put in it."&lt;br /&gt;She said," You wear pants, don't you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember where this came from, but, oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-274909544904744167?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/274909544904744167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=274909544904744167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/274909544904744167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/274909544904744167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/05/black-kisses.html' title='Black Kisses'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-5483288688765789051</id><published>2007-05-09T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T02:50:09.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NIGHTMARE</title><content type='html'>So it rained just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've got two fat pimples on my forehead. ARGH. Last time it was my NOSE, now it's my forehead! ARGHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bigger the pimple, the bigger the stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh whatever. I probably sweated too much yesterday during NAPFA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously think physics is going to kill me.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE HATE HATE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why'd Newton have to make up those damn laws?&lt;br /&gt;Why'd the damn apple have to fall on Newton's head?&lt;br /&gt;Why was the tree branch so pathetically weak?&lt;br /&gt;WHY THE HELL AM I STUDYING PHYSICS?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T CARE HOW MOMENTS ARE RELATED TO AN AIRPLANE AS LONG AS I DON'T CRASH. I'M NOT THE ONLY BUILDING THE PLANE ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that stupid model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as we pass, I really don't care about science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In primary school, science used to be my best subject. I was even the top in the level in it! I got like, $15 for prize money for being top in level that year.&lt;br /&gt;Now it's like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;%$#!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The World by Nightmare is such a nice song.&lt;br /&gt;And the guy in the opening scene seems rather hot. The one with the hairstyle like Cloud. You know, from FF. But when you watch a while longer, he seems rather fat, and too muscular. Yuck. I can't stand muscular guys. GUYS SHOULD BE SKINNY. But not too skinny, if not I'd be fatter than that guy, and it would be disgusting. oh, but the guy with super long hair looks rather good, but it's really hard to tell, I mean, they don't zoom in on the guys or anything. OH WHATEVER. If you really wanna know what the heck I mean, just go watch the video on Youtube. it's the DeathNote first opening theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARgh. Maybe I should stop complaining, and write emo posts instead. Yeah, then at least, it would be more presentable. And maybe I would get an award for writing the most emo post in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, from next post onward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EMO.&lt;br /&gt;EMO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(by the way, emo guys are hot. =D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-5483288688765789051?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/5483288688765789051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=5483288688765789051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/5483288688765789051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/5483288688765789051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/05/so-it-rained-just-now.html' title='NIGHTMARE'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-4867095680583596800</id><published>2007-05-07T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T23:55:44.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phew</title><content type='html'>My 2.4 timing was 14.32&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 1/4 good, 1/4 bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/4 good because I was faster than I expected.&lt;br /&gt;3/4 bad because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS TWO SECONDS AWAY FROM AN A GRADE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are in the com lab.&lt;br /&gt;Ytene is hovering over me like ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-4867095680583596800?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/4867095680583596800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=4867095680583596800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/4867095680583596800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/4867095680583596800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/05/phew.html' title='Phew'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-6864728983876192577</id><published>2007-05-06T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T19:10:51.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Element Is Wood&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatelementisyourlovequiz/wood.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you tend to gently dominate and guide your partner.&lt;br /&gt;For you, love is all about sharing goals and future plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You attract others with creativity and vision.&lt;br /&gt;Your flirting style is defined by your honesty and assertiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growth and improvement are the cornerstones of your love life.&lt;br /&gt;You may focus on goals too much in relationships, but you never come out of them with a loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You connect best with: Water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoid: Metal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and another Wood element: will be doomed to a stormy relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatelementisyourlovequiz/"&gt;What Element Is Your Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's metal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's *hem hem*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's Water?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's ________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Mermaid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatmythologicalcreatureareyouquiz/mermaid.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a total daydreamer, and people tend to think you're flakier than you actually are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While your head is often in the clouds, you'll always come back to earth to help someone in need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond being a caring person, you are also very intelligent and rational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You understand the connections of the universe better than almost anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatmythologicalcreatureareyouquiz/"&gt;What Mythological Creature Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm a mermaid.&lt;br /&gt;BUT WHY AM I GREEN?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are the Very Gay Winnie the Pooh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatgaychildhoodiconareyouquiz/winnie-the-pooh.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, he doesn't wear pants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he's a little too obsessed with Christopher Robin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatgaychildhoodiconareyouquiz/"&gt;What Gay Childhood Icon Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Hair Should Be Red&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourfunkyinnerhaircolorquiz/red.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passionate, fiery, and sassy.&lt;br /&gt;You're a total smart aleck who's got the biggest personality around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourfunkyinnerhaircolorquiz/"&gt;What's Your Funky Inner Hair Color?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should get red hair.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can attract Ronald Weasley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Pirate Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/piratenamegenerator/girl.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Surgeon Janie Jalibird&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/piratenamegenerator/"&gt;What's Your Pirate Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;Especially the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Never Date a Virgo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsignshouldntyoudatequiz/virgo.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demanding, picky, and a total perfectionist - there's no way you want to live up to Virgo's standards.&lt;br /&gt;It's not that you couldn't please a Virgo... you would just hate yourself for doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead try dating: Libra, Leo, Aquarius, or Aries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsignshouldntyoudatequiz/"&gt;What Sign Shouldn't You Date?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your True Love Is a Pisces&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsignisyourtruelovequiz/pisces.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you'll love a Pisces:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selfless and intuitive, you are perfect for a Pisces that lives to love you.&lt;br /&gt;You're sensitive enough to appreciate and explore the deep emotions of a Pisces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why a Pisces will love you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're generous and totally giving in relationships, something Pisces demands.&lt;br /&gt;You are also dreamy enough to get lost in fantasy with Pisces, but realistic enough to stay grounded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsignisyourtruelovequiz/"&gt;What Sign Is Your True Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your True Love's Name Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourtruelovesnamequiz/lovebirds.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aaron N.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourtruelovesnamequiz/"&gt;What's Your True Love's Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Element Is Water&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourelementquiz/water.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit of a contradiction, you can seem both lighthearted and serious.&lt;br /&gt;That's because you're good at going with the flow - but you also are deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highly intuitive, you tune in to people's emotions and moods easily.&lt;br /&gt;You are able to tap into deep emotional connections and connect with others.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;You prefer a smooth, harmonious life - but you can navigate your way around waves.&lt;br /&gt;You have a knack for getting people to get along and making life a little more peaceful.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourelementquiz/"&gt;What's Your Element?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I have no idea why I'm doing this.&lt;br /&gt;Probably because Kenny did it too. hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NARUTO 37 is OUT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-6864728983876192577?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/6864728983876192577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=6864728983876192577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/6864728983876192577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/6864728983876192577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/05/random.html' title='RANDOM'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-2646249983201451044</id><published>2007-05-05T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T05:24:16.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All we wanna do is make our seniors proud</title><content type='html'>Joy (yes, joy) is something here, there, (and it's also a SOMEONE), and there's always joy on fridays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA, and Joy herself. Yes, Joy Chee Sue Something. (was it Yin or Qing?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we want to do is make our seniors proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what Priscilla and Shao Ting said together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried, actually.&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't wanna show it. So...BAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness doesn't come easy.&lt;br /&gt;For me, it comes along with pumpings and sweat, rain and 1.5 litre bottles. It comes along with shouts and clunking of boots. It comes along with CCA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously wished I had a voice that sounded better. The sec three seniors kept laughing at my voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know WHAT is wrong. It's like, absolutely unconcious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was so high. I think it was that session with Ma'am Hanim.&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 yeah. Romeo and Juliet, Dicaprio version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DiCaprio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean come on! He's totally MY TYPE. (yes yes, we all know, everyone thought I was referring to that retarded guy dressed in a bikini top and silvery skirt and the horrible half-madonna half-einstein wig)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at DiCaprio in DEPARTED. I mean, he's totally FAT now. WITH A BEARD. I really think guys should always SHAVE. yes, i know, most guys like that rugged look, but i really dislike it. I PREFER CLEAN SHAVEN MEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I don't wanna elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be reminded of that "ideal spouse" thing we had last night, at LP.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH. that was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is full of joy.&lt;br /&gt;Especially when all you want is to make your seniors proud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-2646249983201451044?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/2646249983201451044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=2646249983201451044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/2646249983201451044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/2646249983201451044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/05/all-we-wanna-do-is-make-our-seniors.html' title='All we wanna do is make our seniors proud'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-570688454730084392</id><published>2007-05-03T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T01:55:12.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RAWR.</title><content type='html'>I got this from Lingxuan's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definition of my name:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;拉丁名,意为『海湾之树』.事实上是lawrence的女性形式.人们说laura是美丽的金发蓝眸女子,古典气质,性格甜美.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let me tell you something that's not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY PHYSICS MARKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29/40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never liked physics. I've always wondered why people like Newton and Einstein can stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pratty Physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, you know what?&lt;br /&gt;THOSE ARE BAD THOUGHTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I won't think about physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO PHYSICS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all because of this wang wang biscuit, I became the vice president of the Snack and Slack club. IT STARTED WITH A HARMLESS WANG WANG BISCUIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, I had to plan for Lingxuan's Belated Birthday Bash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone, except me, ate cha shao fan.  I ate macaroni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah. For some reason, we talked about kenny during the meeting. But I can't remember why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA TOMORROW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL SQUADMATES GO READ THE FORUM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-570688454730084392?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/570688454730084392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=570688454730084392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/570688454730084392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/570688454730084392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/05/rawr.html' title='RAWR.'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-2913061190358164502</id><published>2007-04-30T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T05:24:38.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OOLALA</title><content type='html'>[ OOLALA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;em&gt;Lao Pa&lt;/em&gt; to &lt;em&gt;Lao Pa number 0069 &lt;/em&gt;then back to &lt;em&gt;lao pa&lt;/em&gt; again, then to &lt;em&gt;gregory&lt;/em&gt; to &lt;em&gt;United World College&lt;/em&gt; to &lt;em&gt;RI&lt;/em&gt; then to something like &lt;em&gt;Yap Gregory Frederick Lao Pa number 0069.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget about &lt;em&gt;Maria.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so maybe you don't get what I'm talking about here.&lt;br /&gt;That's okay. Because it's between me and my &lt;em&gt;Lao Pa. &lt;/em&gt;It's also a very long story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going to talk about public duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn me.&lt;br /&gt;I was so careless! My beret fell off my shoulder flash, and I couldn't find it. SGT Shin Yi and SGT Eileen had to take the trouble of helping me find my beret too! OHMEGOSH. And then later on so did SGT Charlene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is too OMG-ing for words.&lt;br /&gt;You know how bad I felt?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. I'm so pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent over 15 minutes, wasting everyone's time, just to look for my beret.&lt;br /&gt;Priscilla barely spent 3 seconds, and she found my beret right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am such a useless bum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying my best, but my best isn't enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'll go over my limit if i have to. I'll do the best of my best next time. (if there is a next time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My squaddies made me feel much better after that, because we went over to J8. We ate at yoshinoya. Then Jeraldine kept saying I was retarded. Tsk Tsk. I wonder where she gets such crazy ideas. SHE THINKS HER SON IS CRAZY. SOB SOB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went over to take neoprints after lunch. I bought this candy, and I thought it was malt candy, because the sign said so. BUT IT WAS SO HARD. What crap malt candy was that?! It was practically hard candy. hhahah. But it still tasted nice nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was squashed at the back of the picture, along with jeraldine and wai tiem. Hahah. But you can still see me in the neoprints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then afterwards we went over to mini toons. Then Jeraldine told me she wanted something pooh bear. Maybe i'll find a cheaper pooh bear thingy (maybe a stuffed toy) and then give it to her as a belated birthday present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY BIRTHDAY IS COMING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(in three months)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT A JEWELLERY BOX OR MUSIC BOX!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that was meant to be posted like, on monday. But i accidentally pressed the "save as draft" button instead of the "publish" button, so... I only published it today. Haha. pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back my history test and chinese CA marks. SOB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11/16 for history isn't bad, considering our teacher is really strict.&lt;br /&gt;74/100 is BAD. because it's one mark short of an A1. ARGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-2913061190358164502?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/2913061190358164502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=2913061190358164502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/2913061190358164502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/2913061190358164502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/04/oolala.html' title='OOLALA'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-9002779692686419996</id><published>2007-04-28T02:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T02:37:24.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frozen like the wind.&lt;br /&gt;like the time that stopped&lt;br /&gt;at the moment it was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried a river&lt;br /&gt;wailed until there was no more to wail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories&lt;br /&gt;Resolutions&lt;br /&gt;Hopes&lt;br /&gt;Future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shattered before my tear-blurred eyes&lt;br /&gt;along with my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was weaker than the feather of a nightingale&lt;br /&gt;More pathetic than the dust on the tabletop&lt;br /&gt;Even more useless than the devil's unwanted toy&lt;br /&gt;Like a cockroach that only created trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why my TOC is so pathetic. And it's the last cca before the sec 3s become the temporary NCOs. Who cares about me "doing my best" if my best is equivalent to nothing at all?! I am weak, and I try to make myself stronger, but my efforts were in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A petite little junior can carry my senior.&lt;br /&gt;I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried till the earth was flooded.&lt;br /&gt;I wailed till the sirens could not be heard.&lt;br /&gt;(and i mean the ancient greek kinds)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;am&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;failure.&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;No one can save me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope you'll forgive me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-9002779692686419996?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/9002779692686419996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=9002779692686419996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/9002779692686419996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/9002779692686419996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/04/love_28.html' title='Love'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-1755938743684662174</id><published>2007-04-25T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T17:45:14.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camerel</title><content type='html'>It's that day again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN I START TYPING OUT RANDOM QUOTES AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dun dun dun DUNNNNN!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Why is Spiderman's costume black?!"&lt;br /&gt;"Because with GST rising to 7%, they couldn't afford colour ink"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A woman with no breasts?!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No you baka. He's MALE"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Happiness is like peeing in your pants. Everyone can see it, but only you can feel its warmth."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- quoted tane&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"One day Energizer Bunny will die."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What attracts the sperm to the egg?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh yeah hor....what is it ?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"There are some chemicals in the egg that attract the sperm"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Chei. It's just chemical reaction"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What did you think it was?!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Dunno....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gravity?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- quoted Ms Chen, and Ytene. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spiderman one was my idea. =D&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-1755938743684662174?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/1755938743684662174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=1755938743684662174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/1755938743684662174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/1755938743684662174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/04/camerel.html' title='Camerel'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-3271358199304327608</id><published>2007-04-22T23:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T07:02:43.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;This post is dedicated to Debra Koh, who was my ex-schoolmate in RGPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky seems clearer tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spotted a lot more stars more than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard somewhere that when someone leaves this planet, they go back to the star from which they came from. Maybe that's why the sky is exceptionally clear tonight, with more and brighter stars than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really knew Debra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just knew she smoked.&lt;br /&gt;Only 13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smoked when she was 11. In the toilet cubicles of RGPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I gossiped about her. She smoked. At age eleven. In an all girls school, a school which they call an elite school. They even put up smoke detectors in the toilets after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I never knew the reason why she smoked. I just listened to the gossip, and thought badly of her for everyday until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natty called me a couple of minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;She told me someone had drowned. The name "debra" ringed a bell somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. My. God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the only thing I could say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natty probably took it harder than I did. Debra was her ex-classmate. She told me she still has this teddy bear Debra had given her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything, all that gossip about her, all that shit I said about her, it's like a distant dream. Or a nightmare. A fragment in the mirrors of my memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debra, I never knew your parents were divorced. Even though that really isn't a really good reason to smoke, I still had no rights to talk like that about you. We all didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debra, you were becoming such a beautiful lady. When all 600 P6 students were in the hall that day, and the teacher made that announcement about the fact that no one bothered to clear up the dishes in the canteen, you were the only one who bothered to go all the way down and clear up the mess the rest of us has made. You even cut your hair short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a beautiful lady.&lt;br /&gt;But now you're gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably never knew me. But I knew you, though unfortunately, for the wrong reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Debra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had to pay for the sins of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're a star now.&lt;br /&gt;That's what matters, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace,&lt;br /&gt;my dear,&lt;br /&gt;Debra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-3271358199304327608?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/3271358199304327608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=3271358199304327608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/3271358199304327608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/3271358199304327608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/04/stars.html' title='Stars'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-5660736006335418681</id><published>2007-04-22T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T05:39:00.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>misted</title><content type='html'>It's raining now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I got home before the rain began.&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not wrong, this is convectional rain. Short, but heavy rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks really beautiful. I can't see things afar, but I can still discern the shapes of silhouettes of the buildings far far away, like a distant dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to the musical version of Sarang Han Da Myun. It really fits this soothing ambience. Even the distant cries of thunder don't matter anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, I'm suddenly reminded of my math test today. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;math test is             HISTORY.&lt;br /&gt;(Quoted Rachel and Wann Qin, just without the weird motions at the word "HISTORY".)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I totally flunked it. tsk tsk. Life is so tragic. Haha. But no matter what...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dun dun*&lt;br /&gt;*tragic music*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE GOES ON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAH. I feel so random nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've fallen in love with every one of these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Itsumo Nando Demo (spirited away ending theme)&lt;br /&gt;- Hishoku No Sora (Shakugan No Shana 1st opening)&lt;br /&gt;- Sarang Han Da Myun (Sad Sonata OST)&lt;br /&gt;- Forever ... (Erementar Gerad Opening theme)&lt;br /&gt;- Hero's come back (by nobodyknows+, Naruto 10th Opening)&lt;br /&gt;- Animal City (by shakira)&lt;br /&gt;- Illegal (by Shakira)&lt;br /&gt;- Endless Sorrow (by Ayumi Hamasaki)&lt;br /&gt;- Part of me (by Ayumi Hamasaki)&lt;br /&gt;- Momentum (by Ayumi Hamasaki)&lt;br /&gt;- Castle on a Cloud (soundtrack of Les Miserables)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all these songs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tong Meng officially owes me $7.&lt;br /&gt;3 X $1.50 for food.&lt;br /&gt;1 X $2.50 for a manga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says she'll pay by instalments. Let's wait and see. heheh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-5660736006335418681?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/5660736006335418681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=5660736006335418681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/5660736006335418681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/5660736006335418681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/04/misted.html' title='misted'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-4876320180569277904</id><published>2007-04-21T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T19:45:57.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kisses on a Mountain Breeze</title><content type='html'>tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got two fat pimples on my nose. And they look disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sob sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Such is the tragic fate of one who has oily skin, and sweats a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay fine. That was crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny says that Naruto shippuuden movie is coming out. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;But I haven't even watched the third movie!!&lt;br /&gt;sob sob.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. YAY NARUTO AND HIS KYUUBI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________ gave me a ____________. SO HAPPY! hahahahahaha. When I ate it, it tasted exceptionally sweet. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If math isn't going to kill me, physics is.&lt;br /&gt;sob sob.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Such is the tragic fate of a student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just realised that this post is very random. hahah. Just like me. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more CCA, and the sec 3 seniors will be temporarily taking over. It's not that I'm not happy for the sec 3 seniors, I'm terribly happy for them. It's just that ... I'll really miss the NCOs. I feel very disappointed in myself. It's like, .... last week was the second last CCA before they sort of step down, and yet, I still can't march properly. MARCH. not hantak, or lengat. sigh. I just hope I can give the NCOs one proper marching before the sec 3 seniors take over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our juniors are getting better. Well, most of them anyway. I think Chen Ziqing already quit. When the year 1 duty I/C was reporting, they didn't mention her name. hahaha. FINALLY. but, to tell the truth, i'd rather she stayed. Because if her name was still in the CCA, but she didn't show up for ANY of the CCAs, she'd get expelled from the school, or at the very least, she'd have to repeat sec 1. tsk tsk. Such is the fate of a B**** and a total nincompoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Haha. So tell me, do you really like me? kisses on a mountain breeze for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-4876320180569277904?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/4876320180569277904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=4876320180569277904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/4876320180569277904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/4876320180569277904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/04/kisses-on-mountain-breeze.html' title='Kisses on a Mountain Breeze'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-6434101425661179612</id><published>2007-04-19T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T21:51:49.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Distance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Tsk Tsk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;______ can be such losers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That girl with (&lt;em&gt;colour&lt;/em&gt;) specs should seriously get a different colour. The colour (&lt;em&gt;colour&lt;/em&gt;) seriously makes her look like some baboon with a 1930's hairdo. She's so...FASHIONABLY challenged. Tsk Tsk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But apart from her tacky fashion sense, and the fact that she's my JUNIOR, she still has the friggin' NERVE to come and tell me and Lingxuan that:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hey, you guys broke the ________"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And afterwards, she still dares to go and say &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Damn. They laugh very irritating leh"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH COME ON.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what if I can't bloody hell throw a ______. So what if I totally suck at sports, and look like a total nerd-that-wants-ta-be-a-bitch kind when I can't throw and laugh at that fact?! SO WHAT IF YOU'RE A FRIGGIN FAT SUCKA THAT CAN THROW A _____ PROPERLY? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But of course, not all _______ are that bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at ______ and ______ and ______.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HHAAHAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cqYM1HTjL_A/RihGlKX1udI/AAAAAAAAACQ/nt-wHCZWFLU/s1600-h/My+eye!!!+=D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055368185976830418" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" height="158" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cqYM1HTjL_A/RihGlKX1udI/AAAAAAAAACQ/nt-wHCZWFLU/s200/My+eye!!!+%3DD.JPG" width="212" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my eye!! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a nice eye. Nice brown eyes. Hahahah. They say that with this kind of eye, it's easy to tell when you're lying, because your pupils are easily seen, due to the contrast. Therefore, one can easily tell if you're lying because your pupils would shrink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha. That's crap. I tried it with my friend. (as in, I told her a lie and she went to see if my pupil shrinks)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Friend)"Okay. Tell me your lie"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(me)"Here goes nothing!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am a male"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;*laughter from my friend*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(friend)"HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA. no. your eyes didn't shrink. HAHAHAHAHHAA. If you're homosexual, wanna go out on a date with me?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(me)"Sure."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We obviously decided not to go on such a date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-6434101425661179612?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/6434101425661179612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=6434101425661179612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/6434101425661179612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/6434101425661179612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/04/distance.html' title='Distance'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cqYM1HTjL_A/RihGlKX1udI/AAAAAAAAACQ/nt-wHCZWFLU/s72-c/My+eye!!!+%3DD.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-8651963461411584365</id><published>2007-04-18T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T17:42:26.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay fine. So last time it was gwelin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's&lt;br /&gt;erm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FELIW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F FFF&lt;br /&gt;E WWW&lt;br /&gt;L URID&lt;br /&gt;I RRESPONSIBLE&lt;br /&gt;W ADAFAK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE KNEW THERE WAS NO _____ TRAINING.&lt;br /&gt;THIS ISN'T THE FIRST TIME GODDAMIT.&lt;br /&gt;IT'S THE THIRD. THIRD TIME. YOU AND YOUR HORRIBLE PIMPLE-BURIED FACE. YOU AND YOUR SICK OILY HAIR AND 1960'S PINK SPECS. YOU AND YOUR CRAZY OBSESSION WITH FAIRY PINK. YOU AND YOUR IRRESPONSIBILITY. YOU HAVE A RESPONSIBILITY, YET YOU CAN'T EVEN DO THE JOB RIGHT. YOU LOOK LIKE SHIT WHEN YOU ______. YOU AND YOUR CRAP HANDS. TOTALLY OUT OF SHAPE. YOU LOOK LIKE THE ODD BALL. YOU &lt;strong&gt;ARE&lt;/strong&gt; AN ODD BALL. YOU AND YOUR DISGUSTING PETITE EYEBALLS AND ABNORMALLY LARGE FACE. DAMN YOU. YOU HAVE A RESPONSIBILITY TO TELL ME AND SINYING. YOU HAVE A RESPONSIBILITY TO TELL US AND GENG YU AND THE REST THAT THERE ARE NO ________ TRAININGS FOR 2 WEEKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINE. I WON'T COMPLAIN. SJ-ERS AREN'T SUPPOSED TO COMPLAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't complain.&lt;br /&gt;right? XP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-8651963461411584365?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/8651963461411584365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=8651963461411584365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/8651963461411584365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/8651963461411584365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/04/okay-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-5846565644061758762</id><published>2007-04-17T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T00:15:53.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Right now</title><content type='html'>I'm really bored now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why I should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youtube is loading.&lt;br /&gt;I have so many people around me.&lt;br /&gt;I have an essay to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know why I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youtube is loading . . . at the slowest pace ever, like every one second loaded takes 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;I have so many people around me. I don't know ANY of them, except angie, whose doing her IT now. (I'm in com lab 2)&lt;br /&gt;I have an essay to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a 1500 word essay for HOME ECONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The term “heart diseases” describes conditions relating to the heart and blood vessels. There are several factors contributing to heart diseases, one of which is diet. A high calorie and high fat diet may cause heart diseases such as coronary heart disease, hypertension, poor blood circulation and strokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strokes and heart attacks are linked to hypertension and high levels of blood cholesterol and triglycerides. Blood cholesterol is a fat-like substance that gets deposited on the walls of arteries when in excess. When the total blood cholesterol level is high, this deposit builds up and the arteries become narrower. Narrowing of arteries blocks the flow of oxygen-rich blood to various parts of the body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coronary arteries supply blood to the heart muscles.&lt;br /&gt;Coronary heart disease occurs when the flow of blood in the coronary arteries is reduced or blocked. Narrowing of the coronary arteries can reduce blood supply to the heart muscles causing angina, that is, a pain in the chest that occurs during exercise or exertion. Fatty deposits and cholesterol deposits left on the walls of arteries can block blood flow in the coronary arteries, preventing nutrients and oxygen from reaching the heart muscles and thus, starving them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. Tell me, why shouldn't I be bored?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the Great Depression.&lt;br /&gt;I had two tests. Well, actually, consider this three tests.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese test, 2nd period. Lang arts, get back TKAM test. (OMGWTFBBQ). History test, 4th period. (OMGWTFBBQHEARTPUMPINGLIKEMAD).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Shakira La Tortura&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay payita mía&lt;br /&gt;Guárdate la poesía&lt;br /&gt;Guárdate la alegría pa'ti&lt;br /&gt;No pido que todos los días sean de sol&lt;br /&gt;No pido que todos los viernes sean de fiesta&lt;br /&gt;Tampoco te pido que vuelvas rogando perdón&lt;br /&gt;Si lloras con los ojos secos&lt;br /&gt;Y hablando de ella&lt;br /&gt;Ay amor me duele tanto&lt;br /&gt;Me duele tanto&lt;br /&gt;Que te fueras sin decir a donde&lt;br /&gt;Ay amor, fue una tortura perderte&lt;br /&gt;Yo se que no he sido un santo&lt;br /&gt;Pero lo puedo arreglar amor&lt;br /&gt;No solo de pan vive el hombre&lt;br /&gt;Y no de excusas vivo yo.&lt;br /&gt;Solo de errores se aprende&lt;br /&gt;Y hoy se que es tuyo mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;Mejor te guardas todo eso&lt;br /&gt;A otro perro con ese hueso&lt;br /&gt;Y nos decimos adiós&lt;br /&gt;No puedo pedir que el invierno perdone a un rosal&lt;br /&gt;No puedo pedir a los olmos que entreguen peras&lt;br /&gt;No puedo pedirle lo eterno a un simple mortal&lt;br /&gt;Y andar arrojando a los cerdos miles de perlas&lt;br /&gt;Ay amor me duele tanto&lt;br /&gt;Me duele tanto&lt;br /&gt;Que no creas más en mis promesas&lt;br /&gt;Ay amor es una tortura perderte&lt;br /&gt;Yo se que no he sido un santo&lt;br /&gt;Pero lo puedo arreglar amor&lt;br /&gt;No solo de pan vive el hombre&lt;br /&gt;Y no de excusas vivo yo.&lt;br /&gt;Solo de errores se aprende&lt;br /&gt;Y hoy se que es tuyo mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;Mejor te guardas todo eso&lt;br /&gt;A otro perro con ese hueso&lt;br /&gt;Y nos decimos adiós&lt;br /&gt;No te bajes, no te bajes&lt;br /&gt;Oye negrita mira, no te rajes&lt;br /&gt;De lunes a viernes tienes mi amor&lt;br /&gt;Déjame el sábado a mi que es mejor&lt;br /&gt;Oye mi negra no me castigues más&lt;br /&gt;Porque allá afuera sin ti no tengo paz&lt;br /&gt;Yo solo soy un hombre arrepentido&lt;br /&gt;Soy como el ave que vuelve a su nido&lt;br /&gt;Yo se que no he sido un santo&lt;br /&gt;y es que no estoy hecho de cartón&lt;br /&gt;No solo de pan vive el hombre&lt;br /&gt;Y no de excusas vivo yo.&lt;br /&gt;Solo de errores se aprende&lt;br /&gt;Y hoy se que es tuyo mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;AD LIBS&lt;br /&gt;Ay ay ay&lt;br /&gt;Ay, todo lo que he hecho por ti&lt;br /&gt;Fue una tortura perderte&lt;br /&gt;Y me duele tanto que sea asi&lt;br /&gt;Sigue llorando perdón&lt;br /&gt;Yo... yo no voy&lt;br /&gt;A llorar por ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I can't ask winter to spare a rose bush&lt;br /&gt;I can't ask an elm tree to bear pears&lt;br /&gt;I can't ask the eternal of a mere mortal&lt;br /&gt;And go about casting thousands of pearls before swine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(This is my favourite stanza from this song.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-5846565644061758762?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/5846565644061758762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=5846565644061758762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/5846565644061758762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/5846565644061758762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/04/right-now.html' title='Right now'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-7391235645236578921</id><published>2007-04-15T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T23:41:12.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FFFF</title><content type='html'>I have never sworn in my blog before. This is my first time. Therefore, this is a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY IMPORTANT POST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FFFF that GWELIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES. I SHALL CALL HER GWELIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G eeky&lt;br /&gt;W TF&lt;br /&gt;E wwww&lt;br /&gt;L urid&lt;br /&gt;I rritating&lt;br /&gt;N onsensical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE SUCKS SHE SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck is Gwelin's problem!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-7391235645236578921?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/7391235645236578921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=7391235645236578921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/7391235645236578921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/7391235645236578921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/04/ffff.html' title='FFFF'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-9103245857105201909</id><published>2007-04-14T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T06:06:13.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm obviously bored.</title><content type='html'>This was actually an email sent to me from Lan Xin. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. WHAT IS YOUR FULL NAME? Tsui Laura Man Yang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WHAT COLOUR PANTS ARE YOU WEARING? Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? A song of Storm and Fire (Tsubasa Soundtrack) =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. ARE YOUR LEGS CROSSED? Guess so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE? Desert - Ferero Rocher! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON WHAT COLOUR WOULD YOU BE? White&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. HOW IS THE WEATHER RIGHT NOW? Just after convectional rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. LAST PERSON YOU TAlKED TO ON THE PHONE? Angie. I called Jiang Yin's number, but Angie picked up. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX? Level of hotness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT YOU THIS? Yep! (Lan Xin!! COACH!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. HOW ARE YOU TODAY? High. Zone Comp today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. FAVOURITE DRINK? Drinks with Aloe Vera pulp. Or maybe pink dolphin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. FAVOURITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK? I hate the alcohol smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SPORT? Swimming? though I'm really not good at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. HAIR COLOUR? Black, but under the sun, it seems a bit brownish. Sometimes I spot one strand of gold hair. One of my ancestors was probably an ang mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. EYE COLOUR? Dark Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? Used to. Now it's just plain old specs for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. SIBLINGS? none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. FAVOURITE MONTH? July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. FAVOURITE FOOD? This list could go on FOREVER. (But I think sashimi and sorbert tops the rest. =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? In the theatres, it would be Eragon. At home, it would be Nausicaa of the Valley of the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. FAVOURITE DAY OF THE YEAR. There are lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. SATURDAY OR SUNDAY? Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. ARE YOU TOO SHY TO ASK SOMEONE OUT? Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. DO YOU LIKE MARMITE? Marmite?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. SUMMER OR WINTER? winter!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. HUGS OR KISSES? Both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA? Depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. DO YOU WANT YOUR FRIENDS TO WRITE BACK? I don't think they will. This was supoosed to be an email, but I posted it. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Who's most LIKELY TO RESPOND? No one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. WHO IS LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND? Everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. LIVING ARRANGEMENTS? You mean my house?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. WHAT BOOKS ARE YOU READING? Romeo and Juliet. Les Miserables. Manga (naruto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. DID YOU WAKE UP BEFORE YOUR ALARM WENT OFF? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. DO YOU MISS BIG BROTHER YET? What big brother?! You mean cousin peter? NO WAY. ( I doubt he'll come to this blog anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. FAVOURITE SMELLS? Fruit fragrances, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. WHAT INSPIRES YOU? Love, Sorrow, strong emotions, so on, or friends and family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. BUTTERED, PLAIN, OR SALTED POPCORN? Cameral covered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. FAVOURITE CRISPS? Any kind of onion and cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. FAVOURITE CAR? Lamborghini. But also, because of a certain someone, I like bronze coloured mercedez, S200. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. FAVOURITE FLOWER? Any kind that is white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. How MANY KEYS ON YOUR KEY RING? 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. CAN YOU JUGGLE? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. FAVOURITE DAY OF THE WEEK? Friday. CCA! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. RED OR WHITE WINE? Neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. WHAT DID YOU DO FOR YOUR LAST BIRTHDAY? I grew a year older, and probably 0.1 cm taller. (hopefully)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. DO YOU OWN A DONOR CARD? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU WAKE UP IN THE MORNING? My specs. Because I usually misplace them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. WHAT ARE YOU DOING ONCE YOU HAVE FINISHED THIS? Punishment essay. I'm doing "Where are my squadmates?" now. Later on is my "Why don't we greet Coporals?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. Somehow I feel like I've already done this before. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-9103245857105201909?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/9103245857105201909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=9103245857105201909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/9103245857105201909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/9103245857105201909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-obviously-bored.html' title='I&apos;m obviously bored.'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-6965287969024742885</id><published>2007-04-11T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T03:12:12.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cliche</title><content type='html'>The whole world is cliche.&lt;br /&gt;Unoriginal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a bit deja vu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, many people are doing many things others have done before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like what I'm doing now.&lt;br /&gt;This quiz was taken from Tong Meng's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls will do the questions on the top, while the boys do the bottom one. WHAT TURNS YOU OFF/ON/(DON'T CARE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About boys:&lt;br /&gt;taller than you- On.&lt;br /&gt;shorter than you- Don't Care&lt;br /&gt;wears braces- Don't Care&lt;br /&gt;wears a grill- Uh, I guess off.&lt;br /&gt;dress preppy- Don't Care&lt;br /&gt;dress ghetto- Don't Care&lt;br /&gt;dress goth- Don't Care&lt;br /&gt;blue eyes- Oh yeah, totally ON.&lt;br /&gt;green eyes- ON!&lt;br /&gt;hazel eyes- ON.&lt;br /&gt;drinks alcohol- Off duh.&lt;br /&gt;wears glasses- Don't Care&lt;br /&gt;smoke- Absolutely off&lt;br /&gt;do sports- On, I guess. Any sport is fine with me, as long as he doesn't have super bulging muscles that make him look like ... maybe hulk or something.&lt;br /&gt;smiles alot- On.&lt;br /&gt;calls you just to say hi- On.&lt;br /&gt;compliments you- On&lt;br /&gt;good dancer- Don't care&lt;br /&gt;wears jewellery- Don't Care&lt;br /&gt;smiles when you walk into a room- On.&lt;br /&gt;brown hair- On&lt;br /&gt;black hair- On&lt;br /&gt;blonde hair- Somewhere between On or Don't Care. Depends on what kind of blonde&lt;br /&gt;red hair- Natural kind- on. Dyed- (depends on shade) Either Off or Don't Care&lt;br /&gt;make up- erm. OFF?! i mean, imagine some super hot guy wearing EYESHADOW, OR LIPSTICK?! OR EVEN (GASPS!) MASCARA?! but Don't Care if he's in some kind of play or something.&lt;br /&gt;make you laugh- On.&lt;br /&gt;loyal- On.&lt;br /&gt;laid back- On.&lt;br /&gt;plays guitar- On.&lt;br /&gt;plays drums- On.&lt;br /&gt;sing- On. But if he can't sing well, I don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;he's buff (muscular)- Six Pecs and some muscles on the arms are okay, but super bulging muscles...eww.&lt;br /&gt;draw well- On.&lt;br /&gt;easily jealous- On.&lt;br /&gt;doesn't eat meat- Dc.&lt;br /&gt;has tatto- Off.&lt;br /&gt;has lip ring- Off.&lt;br /&gt;tongue ring- Off.&lt;br /&gt;goes to church- Don't Care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About girls: ( I shall undergo sex change. =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dress like granny- If I were a guy... erm, Off.&lt;br /&gt;plays musical instrument- If I were a guy... erm, On.&lt;br /&gt;shorter than you- If I were a guy, I really wouldn't care. &lt;br /&gt;same heigth as you- If I were a guy, I really wouldn't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has chapped lips- ... Don't Care&lt;br /&gt;has green eyes- Don't Care&lt;br /&gt;has blue eyes- Don't Care&lt;br /&gt;has brown eyes- Don't Care&lt;br /&gt;has long hair- Don't Care&lt;br /&gt;has med hair- Don't Care&lt;br /&gt;has short hair- ON! (oh come on, i've got short hair!!) =D&lt;br /&gt;drinks alcohol- Depends on how much achohol&lt;br /&gt;smokes- Off.&lt;br /&gt;smokes weeds- what?!&lt;br /&gt;wears specs- Don't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CREDITS: Tong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, that's all for the quiz thing.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, THANK YOU:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LINGXUAN!! FOR LENDING ME YOUR SHORTS!! &lt;br /&gt;CHLOE!! FOR LENDING ME YOUR PE SHIRT!!&lt;br /&gt;SINYING!! FOR LENDING ME YOUR COMPRE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-6965287969024742885?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/6965287969024742885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=6965287969024742885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/6965287969024742885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/6965287969024742885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/04/cliche.html' title='Cliche'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-7432667718583319765</id><published>2007-04-11T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T04:54:12.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Posting again!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I have been posting a lot lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, I'm expressing my feelings!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYVB lost to Ngee Ann Sec today. So sad. Kim was swearing a bit, calling some of the opposing team members irritating and even (shhhh!) sluts (GASPS). But oh well, I got frustrated that we were behind by 10 points, and started cussing and swearing too. That's the &lt;em&gt;bitchy &lt;/em&gt;side of me, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're obviously very good volleyball players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Everyone has a bitch in them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it because my throat was sore from all the screaming and cheering?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Guess it was at this moment that the bitch in me was unable to hold back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally hated  number X and number Y. (algebra! hahah.) Even though I totally admired their volleyball skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jealousy? Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it was because when they hit the ball over to our side, Lydia fell down trying to hit the ball back, but in the end, the ball hit the net, and we lost one point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR MAYBE IT WAS JUST PMS.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's gotta be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Actually it was because of Lydia. I felt so xin1 tong4 when you fell! LYDIA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, before I forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LYDIA YOU TOTALLY ROCK MAN. YOU ROCK. YOU ROCK. YOU ROCK! YOU ROCK! YOU ROCK YOU SUPER STONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;LISTEN TO US WHEN WE SAY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;NANYANG NANYANG ALL THE WAY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WE ARE GONNA WIN TODAY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;AH! OO-AH!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whooot!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm starting to get confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You make my legs feel like jelly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Like a thunderbolt hit me when I wasn't looking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You're too much for me to handle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But i'm willing to take the risk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-7432667718583319765?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/7432667718583319765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=7432667718583319765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/7432667718583319765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/7432667718583319765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/04/posting-again.html' title='Posting again!'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-1751329870240002422</id><published>2007-04-10T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T04:55:19.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daydream</title><content type='html'>I spent most of the day daydreaming yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not during school hours. As in during public duty. It was only 3 hours, but it seemed like a whole day.&lt;br /&gt;A day whereby I was practically invisible.&lt;br /&gt;Scouting for casualties.&lt;br /&gt;In the end,&lt;br /&gt;No one even fell down.&lt;br /&gt;Not even a cramp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I can swear I was doing my duty well. I asked people if they were feeling alright, if they were feeling pain anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also studied first aid the previous night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I dreamt about you last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I didn't see your face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But I heard your name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You don'tknow how important you are in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Day Dreaming is more important to me than you can ever imagine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I am stuck in a cruel world, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;full of hypocrites and people who take advantage of others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My only escape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;is the non-existant world that I reside in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My fantasy world that you never knew,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My fantasy world comprises of only you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I am a stupid girl who only day dreams of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I am a lame girl who can only think of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I am silly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;annoying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;irritating,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hopeless,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm in love with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-1751329870240002422?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/1751329870240002422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=1751329870240002422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/1751329870240002422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/1751329870240002422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/04/daydream.html' title='Daydream'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-1065724936630251868</id><published>2007-04-09T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T01:06:16.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tales</title><content type='html'>It's like, I'm posting very often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's good, because it shows that I, erm, like to express my feelings in a healthy way! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tong, get well soon!&lt;br /&gt;Jia Jun, I know this is a bit late, but, get well soon too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now two people in our class are down with chicken pox. Haha. Ytene beside me is like, freaking out. 'Cause she has to pass the homework to tong, so she's afraid she'll catch the chicken pox. She didn't get a vaccine, and she's never had it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAD CHICKEN POX WHEN I WAS ONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this chicken pox mark under my lip, in the centre of my chin, and it's shaped like a little tear drop!! And there's another chicken pox mark on my chest, right in the middle, in between the breasts. (ugh. it feels weird to be writing this). HAHAHA. It's weird, but it's COOL. Both of the marks are RIGHT in the centre of my face and chest respectively!! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, random much. Sorry. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jia Jun sent the sms to say we had a meeting outside the SJ room during lunch today, I was totally freaked out. Wonder what they wanted? My squadmates and I were sort of freaked out for a few days. Did we make another grave mistake?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, it was about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The annual combined track and field meet.&lt;br /&gt;And they needed volunteers to go for duty on the first 4 days. But the whole corps, except the year ones, would go for public duty on the 30th, which was the actual meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhi-Yi and I are going on the 10th, which is tomorrow. We have to report by 2.45, and then we'll go to HCI. Haha. It's like, I spend practically 1/10 of my school time in HCI. Like the Mock Comp. Now this. haha. Speaking of comp, the zone comp is coming up, on 16th April...right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go brush up on my first aid skills. BOOYEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I feel like an idiot. I'm always posting about him. I feel like one of those stupid girls who are really desperate to have love with the ones they can only dream of. Like some stupid girl with big anime eyes staring at the stars, only to see his face in the sky.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But, that's exactly how i'm feeling right now, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-1065724936630251868?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/1065724936630251868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=1065724936630251868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/1065724936630251868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/1065724936630251868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/04/tales.html' title='Tales'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-8276229971099952435</id><published>2007-04-06T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T01:25:46.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April</title><content type='html'>Sing me a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Journey through the eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm a sucker for guitarists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The eyes of a lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if he plays guitar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This is first love, I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The love I never even knew existed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Grew before I could hold myself back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cunning,&lt;br /&gt;The vine of love grows,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;With its deadly flower piercing my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's beautiful, but I'm not the one beholding him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I can't control myself.&lt;br /&gt;Where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lost,&lt;br /&gt;in&lt;br /&gt;the world&lt;br /&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling really punkish today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Lust&lt;br /&gt;Longing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to rock your world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm in love, aren't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yes, I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Because you're here, and you've never left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as soon as I finish my math homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-8276229971099952435?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/8276229971099952435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=8276229971099952435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/8276229971099952435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/8276229971099952435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/04/april.html' title='April'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-2987826377811746443</id><published>2007-04-04T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T04:29:37.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day for you</title><content type='html'>First off,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATULATIONS CHINESE ORCHESTRA PEOPLE, FOR GETTING GOLD WITH HONOURS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIA YOU FOR SYF, PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOY FROM SCGS DRAMA, NO SORRIES! (hahaa)&lt;br /&gt;LINGXUAN FROM NYGH CHOIR, SING YOUR HEART OUT! (not literally.)&lt;br /&gt;SHI YUN AND STEPH FROM NYGH THEATRE, YOUR SYF IS TODAY, SO GAMBATTE!&lt;br /&gt;erm...&lt;br /&gt;who else is going for SYF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KONOMI-SAN, THIS IS FOR YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NARUTO CRAZE, OH YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cqYM1HTjL_A/RhN6m42xE9I/AAAAAAAAABw/X4k3UB9d_bs/s1600-h/Cool+Naruto+Shippuden+poster!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049514415728169938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cqYM1HTjL_A/RhN6m42xE9I/AAAAAAAAABw/X4k3UB9d_bs/s320/Cool+Naruto+Shippuden+poster!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NARUTO SHIPPUDEN! From left, Hyuuga Hinata, Uzumaki Naruto, Haruno Sakura, Hyuuga Neji, Subaka no Gaara, Nara Shikamaru!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cqYM1HTjL_A/RhN8wI2xFAI/AAAAAAAAACI/Cs47HHw0p_E/s1600-h/Naruto+shippuden!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049516773665215490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cqYM1HTjL_A/RhN8wI2xFAI/AAAAAAAAACI/Cs47HHw0p_E/s320/Naruto+shippuden!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U-ZU-MA-KI NA-RU-TO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cqYM1HTjL_A/RhN78I2xE-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/N2xMdquZNkM/s1600-h/The+Real+reason!.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049515880312017890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cqYM1HTjL_A/RhN78I2xE-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/N2xMdquZNkM/s320/The+Real+reason!.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes all the imagination I had about how scary Itachi was...hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cqYM1HTjL_A/RhN8NY2xE_I/AAAAAAAAACA/cczEr08sH7E/s1600-h/Naruto,+shika,+neji,+rock+lee,+kiba,+chouji,+shino!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049516176664761330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cqYM1HTjL_A/RhN8NY2xE_I/AAAAAAAAACA/cczEr08sH7E/s320/Naruto,+shika,+neji,+rock+lee,+kiba,+chouji,+shino!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY DAD IS BACK FROM HONG KONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't stop laughing at Tong Meng and Ytene.&lt;br /&gt;Tong Meng and her imagination.&lt;br /&gt;Ytene and her....Person S&lt;br /&gt;(see ytene? I'm so nice. I didn't mention the person, in case he decides to come to my blog. Haiya you, go and give the class blog URL. Then you made me change the links in our class blog, in the end, he already went to the classs blog!) RAWR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still amused at Ytene's enthusiasm for person S, even though she kept asking me to do stuff for her, to help clean up the huge mess she's caused. (She apparantly calls these stuffs, MISSIONS. Here's where I put the -.- diao sign) HAHAHAH. Throughout the asssembly, she was writing in my book person S 's name, and drawing little hearts all around. Then I got bored, and wrote &lt;em&gt;his&lt;/em&gt; name. Hahaa. Then, Ytene went and wrote on the book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, Laura,&lt;br /&gt;LOVES&lt;br /&gt;___________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(name supposed to be there. heh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH. YTENE! You called me 3 times today, giving me them missions. RAWR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. hahaha. I still can't stop laughing at Tong's imagination. I can't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History is what inspired all the great people, like, (erm, okay, sorry, can't think of any examples now) to do great things, but this is way outta hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tong wrote this letter that said what,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laura - Ghee Hin (Cantonese)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ytene - Hai San (Hakka)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Internal war over ...Kenny. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hai San's Old flame,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ghee Hin's new flame.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WHAT THE HELL. HAHAAHAHAHHAHHAHA. TONG!!! I CAN"T BELIEVE YOU!! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOY! YOU'D BETTER GO TOMORROW! IF NOT....&lt;br /&gt;$!@#$%!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-2987826377811746443?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/2987826377811746443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=2987826377811746443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/2987826377811746443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/2987826377811746443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/04/day-for-you.html' title='A day for you'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cqYM1HTjL_A/RhN6m42xE9I/AAAAAAAAABw/X4k3UB9d_bs/s72-c/Cool+Naruto+Shippuden+poster!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-6796675455734007807</id><published>2007-04-03T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T19:11:10.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sakura Kiss</title><content type='html'>Thanks to Tong Meng, I can download Ouran High School Host Club anime! I'm downloading episode 21 right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, speaking of Japanese anime, 3 japanese students are on an exchange programme here in Nanyang. They are Erika-san, Hiroko-san and Konomi-san. WELCOME TO NANYANG!! And i'm so happy, Konomi-san, that you're a fan of Naruto too! And you like Hatake Kakashi!! YAYY! I'm on high again! The surge of adrenaline pumps through my veins like poison. My whole body is infected with the Naruto-craze!! Whoohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Tong Meng owes $4.50. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. Anyway, it's not as bad as Kenny. She told me she owes Kenny $17. &lt;br /&gt;Whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAIYA. STILL BANNED FROM MSN. HAHAHAHAHHAA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-6796675455734007807?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/6796675455734007807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=6796675455734007807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/6796675455734007807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/6796675455734007807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/04/sakura-kiss.html' title='Sakura Kiss'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-3799534490914867481</id><published>2007-04-02T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T01:51:33.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RAWR</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-7oThx52psQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-7oThx52psQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD. Compare this one to the one below (the one whereby there's both the opening and the ending for naruto). If you look closely, there are SOOO many differences! It's like, COOL. There are more things in this version than in the other one. And at the "speed no handa" part, it's like, the running effects are more 3D, and they look so much....oh my gosh, i don't know how to explain this. I feel a rush of energy surging through my veins. I feel adrenaline pounding in my limbs. I feel it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sick today. Boohoo. I was really down just now, but then after I watched this video, boy, I don't know how to explain it. It's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; THE SPRINGTIME OF YOUTH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. Random. Now for the emo part of my post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like Cosette, who dreams of a castle on a cloud.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like some idiotic Barbie Doll who only dreams of some Ken guy who will find her and save her from the whatever dragon.&lt;br /&gt;I feel ramshackle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I'm really feeling this feeling, or if it's just a facade.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it really happened to you just as it happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed so far away, yet it was two days ago. &lt;br /&gt;It happened in a blur of tears, in the dead of night, drowned in the screaming from her, and the silence in me.&lt;br /&gt;I felt sorry for myself. How could I be so foolish? Was this me? She never thought that I would become like this. Neither did I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was happy.&lt;br /&gt;But I am not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i feeling regretful? Is this something I should regret? I don't know. My heart is split into two. One is my conscience, the other is my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt happy. Then.&lt;br /&gt;Am I feeling happy, now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, it wasn't about money or love or lust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-3799534490914867481?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/3799534490914867481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=3799534490914867481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/3799534490914867481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/3799534490914867481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/04/rawr.html' title='RAWR'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-7565385458664728852</id><published>2007-03-31T22:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T02:18:34.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fool's Day</title><content type='html'>Today is the 1st of April, so it's April Fool's Day, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. HAPPY APRIL FOOL'S DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, since i'm banned from msn, I won't be able to play any pranks on anybody. RAWR. so sad. TT^TT. hahaha. oh well. Anyway, it's a long story of how I'm banned from msn. Long long story. And a rather private one too. So, i'm not going to type it here. Instead, i'm going to talk about the 8+ hours I spent outdoors yesterday, the SJAB Flag Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we met up at bugis. Naturally, we started collecting at bugis. We went in pairs or 3s. I went with Zhi-Yi, and we started collecting all around bugis. Afterwards, we decided to just stay put at one of the bugis mrt entrances. I sounded like a robot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello/Hi. Would you like to donate/make a donation?"&lt;br /&gt;Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiyo. My voice went sore after a while. It was already sore before (as in, I got the bacteria kind of sore throat), then it got worse. But that didn't really bother me. Some of them didn't donate to me and zhi-yi, because they said they already donated. We thought it was weird - how come there were people who already donated if they just came out of the MRT? Unless...there was someone downstairs, which was not allowed. We're not allowed to go into shopping centres or anywhere that's indoors, because we don't have the authorization. But we got a tip from a middle-aged lady who told us that she had already donated to someone downstairs. So i got totally pissed and was stomping downstairs, and spotted two guys and two girls. I told the guys that they weren't allowed to ask for donations downstairs. They were like "why?". Then i said that it was because they don't have authorization. They were like "why?" again. Then i was totally pissed. You don't have authorization BECAUSE you don't have authorization. What a bunch of idiots. Oh well. I gave up on them and continued asking for donations upstairs. They were doing illegal things lah! RAWR. But it was none of my business, so I continued asking for donations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, Zhi-Yi and I began to get bored with bugis. We went over to City Hall, where the people were more generous. Some people at bugis only gave like, 10 cents, some of them, I saw that they had like, $10, $5, $2 notes and a whole lot of coins in their wallets, but they gave me ONE CENT COINS. What the. We don't even use one cent coins anymore! What cheapskates!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But over at city hall, people were more generous. They gave like $2, $5, and lots of coins. Some people just gave us all the coins they had in their wallets, caucasians (spelling?) mostly, including some malaysian coins. Haha. But I just smiled and said Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, over at the city hall entrance, I met some Cat high and ACS I boys. We exchanged coins, as in, he donated to my can, I donated to his can. One ACS I guy looked really cool, with one earring with a cross on his left ear. Haha. I wonder if that's allowed??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at around 12, the guys asked zhi-yi and I if we wanted to have lunch with them. Zhi-Yi and I thought it would be a bit weird, but we still went with them. One guy pronounced my name as Lara. RAWR. hahah. oh well. but he got it right in the end. They like, cannot pronounce Zhi-Yi's name. haha. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went over to burger king. Haiyo. I thought Burger King didn't have any cheeseburgers, but later on, i spotted a cheeseburger! BUT. a HUGE BUT. &lt;span style="font-size:170;"&gt;BUT &lt;/span&gt;the cheeseburger turned out to be part of KIDS MEAL WITH TOY. I ordered it anyway. The ACS I guys were like, laughing behind me, because I ordered a cheeseburger, which under the menu, was KIDS MEAL WITH TOY. I told them I didn't care, because I liked cheeseburgers best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after lunch, the ACS I guys went back, and we met up with Jeraldine and Hui Yee. We told them we had lunch with a bunch of ACS I guys. (OMG. I ALMOST TYPED " we had a bunch of acs i guys for lunch." RAWR. ) Then Jeraldine was like "I know". Zhi-Yi and I were like "How'd you know?" Then she said that a bunch of Cat High guys told her while asking for donations. Then jeraldine said that she said "that's so typical of Laura". RAWR. JERALDINE. I"M GOING TO WHACK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i met a couple of cantonese people again, just like last year. Weird. Cantonese people like to go to raffles city. haha. Just like....me! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the rest of the day was spent at another entrance of the city hall station, outside raffles city. We met a group of another guys, but I don't know what school they were from. They kept flashing the sun at me with the silver part of the tin cans. GRR. so annoying. haha. But still, I donated to them. OH. One funny thing that happened was when they asked me for donations, I was searching for my wallet in my pocket, when i realised my pocket zip was open, and my wallet was missing! Then i ran back to the previous place i asked for donations, screaming, "WHERE'S MY WALLLET?!" Zhi-Yi thought I was mad. Then I looked into my bag, and found my frigging wallet. RAWR. RAWR. RAWR. Zhi-Yi collapsed onto the floor and laughed. I laughed along with her. It was such a nice, relieving, and weird kind of feeling. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when we calmed down, we were like," Oh yeah. We still have to donate to those guys". hahaha. Then the guys left after I donated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then two Marist Stella guys showed up. They hor, so what lah. Haha. They were asking for donations INSIDE RAFFLES CITY. That's AGAINST THE LAW!! But they were still bragging about how much money they got from the indoors, and how they didn't have to sweat. WHAT THE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's about it. At about 3, I was already very tired and cranky, and felt the same as I did when i had PMS. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went home at about four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I came home, after bathing and eating and medication, I went for a 3 hour nap. Then I woke up, ate dinner, had medication, watched some TV and went back to sleep. Hahah. What a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about him for most of the day yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-7565385458664728852?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/7565385458664728852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=7565385458664728852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/7565385458664728852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/7565385458664728852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/03/april-fools-day.html' title='April Fool&apos;s Day'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-4648989364415642771</id><published>2007-03-27T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T03:11:34.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Endless Sorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;tatoeba hitorikiri de&lt;br /&gt;nani mo mienaku natta toshite&lt;br /&gt;tatoeba sore demo mada&lt;br /&gt;mae ni susumou to suru no nara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;koko e kite kono te o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kimi ni moshi tsubasa ga&lt;br /&gt;hitotsu shika nakute mo&lt;br /&gt;boku ni moshi tsubasa ga&lt;br /&gt;hitotsu shika nokotte nakute mo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tatoeba shinjiru mono&lt;br /&gt;nani hitotsu naku natta toshite&lt;br /&gt;tatoeba soko ni wa tada&lt;br /&gt;zetsubou dake ga nokotta nara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;douka kono inori o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hane no nai tenshi ga&lt;br /&gt;afureteru jidai de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kimi ni moshi tsubasa ga&lt;br /&gt;nokosarete nakute mo&lt;br /&gt;boku ni moshi tsubasa ga&lt;br /&gt;hitotsu demo nokotte iru nara&lt;br /&gt;isshoni... isshoni...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the lyrics for &lt;em&gt;Endless Sorrow&lt;/em&gt; by Ayumi Hamasaki&lt;br /&gt;She's got an enchanting voice. Too bad I can't post her MV for Endless Sorrow here. There's the copyright thing. &lt;em&gt;Part of Me&lt;/em&gt; is also a very nice song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-4648989364415642771?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/4648989364415642771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=4648989364415642771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/4648989364415642771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/4648989364415642771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/03/tatoeba-hitorikiri-de-nani-mo-mienaku.html' title='Endless Sorrow'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-8822841133110282637</id><published>2007-03-27T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T06:31:40.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling...</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naruto-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1wqPwl89WOo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1wqPwl89WOo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening song: "Hero's Come Back" by nobodyknows+&lt;br /&gt;Ending song: "流れ星" (Nagareboshi {Shooting Star}) by HOME MADE 家族 (Home Made Kazoku)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick. &lt;br /&gt;Shao Ting, I caught your flu. I've got lots of phlegm and I keep coughing. RAWR.&lt;br /&gt;Hahah. But i'm a healthy and strong person, I'll recover FAST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SJ-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had footdrill today. Hooboy. It was okay. I did sweat a lot, but I'm not complaining. Anyway, SGT pointed out my weak points, like the fact that I kept rolling my eyes and looking around. Haha. Gotta watch out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love my squadmates!! All 16 of you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SJ Flag Day is on 31st March, this Saturday.=D. Hahaha. I think it might be fun.&lt;br /&gt;JIA YOU, NYSJAB!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop laughing. Everything was so happy today. Nothing went wrong. I turned out to be *quite* okay in playing ball. Captain's ball is fun! =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I know this is random hor, but,&lt;br /&gt;TONG MENG AND LINGHAN. JIA YOU FOR YOUR SQUASH THINGY HOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when ytene kept poking her chicken and cucumber, saying they were like stone, well, I couldn't help laughing like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling....&lt;br /&gt;PMS-ish.&lt;br /&gt;Only two pieces of chocolate in my WHOLE house. DARN. While I was doing my physics worksheet, I was totally pissed about the whatever forces, velocity, acceleration, Newton's law thing. Then PMS took over my body. I was screaming, yelling, banging the floor, RAWR-ing...and displaying the typical syntoms of PMS.&lt;br /&gt;I am the new PMS queen. RAWR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because...&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-8822841133110282637?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/8822841133110282637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=8822841133110282637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/8822841133110282637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/8822841133110282637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/03/feeling.html' title='Feeling...'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-4812583425800139771</id><published>2007-03-25T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T21:56:38.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Destiny</title><content type='html'>They say only idiots believe in destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an idiot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-4812583425800139771?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/4812583425800139771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=4812583425800139771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/4812583425800139771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/4812583425800139771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/03/destiny.html' title='Destiny'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-373448294575932715</id><published>2007-03-24T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T21:12:45.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disease</title><content type='html'>Sorry Tane. Your archives code doesn't seem to work on my blog. I'm really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know nothing about love. I might be experiencing it now, I might be giving it to others now, I might be receiving it now, but I don't understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The silent killer of souls.&lt;br /&gt;The reviver of the tortured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blood upon her hands.&lt;br /&gt;Of lust, Of pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand love. Why do people always connect love with lust? Love kills, yet brings people to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to remain naive, simple-minded and carefree.&lt;br /&gt;I want to remain loved, and loving.&lt;br /&gt;I want to remain cute and stupid.&lt;br /&gt;I want to remain as a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know that will never happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betrayal and pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phone rings again. An angry voice, of hate and frustration, of pain and torture lies 2000 km away. His voice brings tears to her eyes. I thought this kind of thing only happened in movies. Guess my life is a movie. I am the protagonist of the stoy, left to follow what the author has written, without my consent. To abide by the laws of the book, the book of my life, over which i have no control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They want to send me to the boarding school.&lt;br /&gt;They want me to remain here.&lt;br /&gt;They want me to go to Hong Kong.&lt;br /&gt;They don't want me to remain here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;I just want to remain a child.&lt;br /&gt;When they'd argue, I'd play five stones in a corner.&lt;br /&gt;When they'd shout, I'd think they were laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to remain stupid. Unknowing. Naive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to think that people are kind, gentle deep within. I want to think that people wouldn't betray, because they didn't have the heart to do it. I want to remain as a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if I don't turn strong. I don't want to be independant. I want a shoulder to rely on. I don't want to be alone. I don't want to be confused any longer, muddled and mixed up, because of what's going on outside my solitary world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-373448294575932715?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/373448294575932715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=373448294575932715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/373448294575932715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/373448294575932715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/03/disease.html' title='Disease'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-9209433824625063061</id><published>2007-03-24T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T03:47:30.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time's scar</title><content type='html'>I think I'm falling for him. Again. I told myself I wouldn't like him anymore. Guess I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel the same as I do for ... *(person X)*, but I feel ... special towards him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I like his height.&lt;br /&gt;I like his hair.&lt;br /&gt;I like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like this last time, and it's like this again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-9209433824625063061?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/9209433824625063061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=9209433824625063061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/9209433824625063061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/9209433824625063061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/03/times-scar.html' title='Time&apos;s scar'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-6214471552692282552</id><published>2007-03-14T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T04:39:15.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mock Comp</title><content type='html'>MOCK COMP. STEWARD. CASUALTY. AC1. AC2. NC. NC. NC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's about the BIG PICTURE of what happened today. For some reason, there were NO spectators at ALL. The only ones who came were:&lt;br /&gt;Angie - steward&lt;br /&gt;Sharon, Jeraldine, Jiang Yin - bad crowd (people who were supposed to be sort of passers-by who would irritate the comp team by asking lame questions, doing things they're not supposed to do, etc)&lt;br /&gt;Geng Yu, SGT Steffi, SGT Celia, SGT Xin Yu - Casualties&lt;br /&gt;SGT Valerie, SGT Shin Yi, SGT Eileen, SGT Jia Yi - part of ex-comp team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think...there might have been more, maybe just that well, I was, well, a teeny-weeny bit blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the other steward. Angie took AC2, and I took AC1. I don't know why HCI has two comp teams. Jeraldine says they're just kiasu. *tee-hee* Anyway, being a steward is seriously... WEIRD.&lt;br /&gt;I shall narrate about the 5 hours I spent at Hwa Chong Institution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first part is all the usual stuff, report, fix up Uniform, find out where footdrill is, know what a steward is supposed to do, yatta yatta yatta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Angie and I went to the waiting room while everyone else went to their respective places - footdrill area, Long Case, Short Cases 1 and 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, the comp teams came in. First it was NC. Then the whole of AC1 and AC2 entered together. I couldn't tell who were who at first. The only thought that occured to me was - damn mosquitoes. Ah yes, the mosquitoes. WHY CANT HCI BE CLEAN AND STAGNANT WATER FREE? SO THAT THERE WON'T BE ANY MOSQUITO-BREEDING. Ahem. My squadmates told me to keep calm. I am calm. calm. calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEOJ EWIORJN(*!)&amp;$#&amp;amp;*(YIKSJ DKLF ^*# *(UISD"&lt;br /&gt;F FSDFSDFSSFSD4654561549SDF 8DSD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yeah, after the valuables of the comp teams were surrendered, there was suddenly the 臭男人 ringtone. Hahaha. It was like, Angie and I were discussing certain things, then suddenly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我就是那种你最会讨厌的...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out to be some AC1 guy's handphone. Couldn't remember which one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the most IMPORTANT PART OF THE mock comp was that...green guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the tune of My barney lies over the Ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Green Guy lies over at Hwa Chong,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He totally sucks just like crap,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He is the ugliest and fattest,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Most crappiest thing in this world, this world..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fat old, Green Guy, oh please die die die die die die, die die!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fat old, Green Guy, oh please die die die die die die.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lorro original!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahha. I won't elaborate on this green guy. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;(erm, i'm really sorry if this ever offended anybody!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I found out that Number 5, I think his name was ?Bowie? (sorry!! I've got STML!) , yeah, he can move his nostrils at will. HAHA. I won't elaborate much. heh. (it was cute, though. XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right, the HCI guys march SO FAST, and take really big steps, I had a really hard time catching up. then when i finally caught up, i accidentally took too big steps, and in the end hit No. 5 in front of me!! T^T. I feel that my footdrill really needs lots of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. It's too hard to put all 5 hours of what happened in this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the main thing is, everyone did their best. NC did their best, and so did AC1 as well as AC2. If only I knew the results......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-6214471552692282552?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/6214471552692282552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=6214471552692282552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/6214471552692282552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/6214471552692282552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/03/mock-comp.html' title='Mock Comp'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-8821786237111681143</id><published>2007-03-12T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T03:59:24.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>I didn't want to open my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid that if I did, the tears would leak out like that of blood from an open wound.I wanted my tears hidden, hidden from him. He didn't know how he touched my heart just like that. The love I never knew existed filled the room, flowed in our blood, and froze the time at that moment.He put his hand on my head, and patted it. Then he kissed me goodnight, and walked out.&lt;br /&gt;Then I couldn't hold back any longer. The dam that was my eyelids collapsed. The tears flowed out like a waterfall, fast&lt;br /&gt;as the current of rapids, swift as wind, yet it was water. The tears were so warm, and they flowed down my cold cheeks, melting the ice beneath the skin.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is love.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-8821786237111681143?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/8821786237111681143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=8821786237111681143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/8821786237111681143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/8821786237111681143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/03/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-259407227991730874</id><published>2007-03-06T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T03:22:34.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp!!</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is officially the beginning of Lifeskills camp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;203 is in charge of telematch, which means we won't be able to play our own games TT^TT. Ahh well, I think the games 207 prepared for us will be quite fun. But i think i'd rather play blood potato, but I think I'd prefer it individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy! I won't be able to see you on msn for three whole days!! But not to worry! That's what handphones are made for!! (: I'll sms you every night, okay? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and, another thing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OMGWTFBBQ!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been chosen as a steward for the mock comp on the 15th of March!! Along with Angie!! I really hope I won't screw up!! I don't wanna screw up!! I'm going to make sure my Full-U is in PERFECT condition, my belt buckle doesn't break, and MY BOOTS ARE SHINY ENOUGH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, no matter how long I polish my boots, they JUST DONT SHINE!! ARGHHH! I polished ONE boot for ONE hour, and it's not as shiny as the OTHER boot that I polished for 20 minutes!! OMG!! Why on EARTH did I have to get such low quality boots?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Hana Kimi just ended. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. The ending was soooooooo random and abrupt and DISAPPOINTING! Why do ALL shows have to end this way? Can't they have a proper ending, that actually ENDS the story? Instead of leaving it hanging there, like it's ready for a season 2, but in the end, the season 2 is so so so much worse than season 1?! Can't they just end with like, 50 episodes?! GRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahhaaha. Anyway, gotta go to sleep earlier today. Camp tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Jiro is so friggin' HOT. HOT HOT HOT SIZZLING HOT! I WANT A BOYFRIEND JUST LIKE JIRO WANG. I WANT JIRO WANG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;JIRO!!&lt;33333333333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-259407227991730874?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/259407227991730874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=259407227991730874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/259407227991730874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/259407227991730874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/03/camp.html' title='Camp!!'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-230487924485935281</id><published>2007-03-05T03:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T03:28:21.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;There is a castle on a cloud&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to go there in my sleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aren't any floors for me to sweep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not in my castle on a cloud&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is a room that's full of toys&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are a hundred boys and girls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nobody shouts or talks too loud&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not in my castle on a cloud&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is a lady all in white&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;holds me and sings a lullaby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nice to see, soft to touch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she says, " Cosette, I love you very much"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know a place where no one's lost&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know a place where no one cries&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crying at all is not allowed,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not in my castle on a cloud.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the song "Castle on a Cloud" featured in Les Miserables.&lt;br /&gt;I love the third stanza the most. This song is so lovely, and peaceful, and the tune is just so, perfect, mesmerizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more thing, I'm going to name my daughter Cosette. If I get a son, he'd be Cose. Ain't that a nice name? If i get twins well, wouldn't that sound nice? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to live in a castle on a cloud too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-230487924485935281?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/230487924485935281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=230487924485935281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/230487924485935281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/230487924485935281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/03/there-is-castle-on-cloud-i-want-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-976034575547472384</id><published>2007-03-01T03:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T04:17:23.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha. It seems that I'm posting almost every day!! HAHA. Must really have a lot of free time. But I definitely know that I won't be posting tomorrow. CCA mah. Actually, I had CCA today. More accurately, I was the NYSJAB Comp Team's casualty. The ONLY ONE for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I'm quite disappointed in this particular person. Okay, so she didn't know about my phobia, but that's not the case. I told her clearly that I couldn't do it alone. I trusted her, but she let me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it doesn't matter. It's because of this incident, that I got through my phobia. So, THANK YOU PERSON 某某. HAHAAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, there's a lot more i'd like to post about Comp Team training, like about the fact that NCOs kept talking about Wuzun (squeal!) and Jiro (SQUEAL!!). HAHA. Then, I found out, through SGT charlene's interrogation (haha. that sounds weird.) that Huiming likes Quan, Gwen likes Xiu Yi while Yiling has no preferences. HAHA. If she had asked me, I would have probably said "Mei Tian". HAHA. I mean, in the manga, mei tian is HOT. In the movie, well, he's just hilarious. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the conditions given during comp team were really funny, and the conversations between SGT Valerie, SGT Eileen and SGT Shinyi were very funny, especially when they were acting as the home nursing casualty's relative. HAHA. SGT Charlene left some time in the middle of the training, so she wasn't a "relative" of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I am SO lame. This is something that happens during EVERY Comp team training, so...it's nothing special, to casualties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And uh,&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW FULL-U. SHALL POLISH BOOTS. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-976034575547472384?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/976034575547472384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=976034575547472384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/976034575547472384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/976034575547472384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/03/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-1214277931678121389</id><published>2007-02-28T01:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T01:51:21.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cqYM1HTjL_A/ReVPtrpDuTI/AAAAAAAAABU/dposUbQhJwQ/s1600-h/the+thoughts....THAT+ROCK!.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Priscilla (aslo known as purishiira XD) said "You hor, all posts about SJAB. tsk tsk" to me today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;HAHA. so today, I shan't post about SJAB, to prove her wrong. =D But, since I posted this sentence, I'm already posting about SJAB. Since I've mentioned SJAB so many times (including this time), I might as well continue. hahahhaa. I just talked myself into talking about SJ again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Today we were supposed to train Year ones to bang. (If you're a sick dude, and you see the word bang, WELL DONT THINK SICK). sigh...I don't know how it went though. I was with Prisci, Geng Yu and Jia Jun. Zhi-Yi came sometime, for a while, then left. haha. Anyway, I was listening to "Hero's come back" by "nobodyknows+", the 10th and latest opening of Naruto. Naruto is no longer JUST naruto, it's now Naruto Shipuuden. ~OH YEAH, BABAE!~ I shall post pictures of Naruto. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cqYM1HTjL_A/ReVLyrpDuMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3Cc-zeY25O4/s1600-h/Naruto+Shipuuden+games.+Neji+and+gaara+look+HOT.+haha.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036515092364245186" style="WIDTH: 329px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" height="252" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cqYM1HTjL_A/ReVLyrpDuMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3Cc-zeY25O4/s320/Naruto+Shipuuden+games.+Neji+and+gaara+look+HOT.+haha.jpg" width="349" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Naruto Shippuden. THough these are only games, the images are FANTASTIC. I have more images ready. Hold on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cqYM1HTjL_A/ReVMRbpDuNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bNXkhsgTpqY/s1600-h/Shipuuden+-+Naruto+Vs+Sasuke.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036515620645222610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cqYM1HTjL_A/ReVMRbpDuNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bNXkhsgTpqY/s320/Shipuuden+-+Naruto+Vs+Sasuke.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Isn't this such a nice GIF? New (though you cant see it) half-barechested stupid sasuke with sharingan, and new Naruto with smaller eyes. =D HAHA. IT so rocks. I mean Naruto Shipuuden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cqYM1HTjL_A/ReVM4rpDuOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/F-CKrO-KBTY/s1600-h/I+think+this+is+quite+lame,+but+still+HAHA.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036516294955088098" style="WIDTH: 322px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" height="172" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cqYM1HTjL_A/ReVM4rpDuOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/F-CKrO-KBTY/s320/I+think+this+is+quite+lame,+but+still+HAHA.JPG" width="349" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This is lame. I have no idea why I posted it. But I think it's funny! HAHAHAHA. And by the way, it's not Naruto Shipuuden, because hinata still has short hair, and Naruto still has a blue headband. HAAHa. I just posted it because I think it's funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cqYM1HTjL_A/ReVNhrpDuPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XwOr8uo1fw8/s1600-h/Hokage+and+Kazekage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036516999329724658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cqYM1HTjL_A/ReVNhrpDuPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XwOr8uo1fw8/s320/Hokage+and+Kazekage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gaara and Naruto look...well, cool and HOT. HAHHA. Not the chibi version. I mean the one with the red and yellow roses. I've read (or heard) somewhere, that red roses symbolize love, while yellow roses symbolize friendship and joy. Haha. If this is wrong, can someone tell me the real and correct symbolism?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cqYM1HTjL_A/ReVOibpDuQI/AAAAAAAAAA8/704Ns_HwbTA/s1600-h/this+is+where+everyone+can+see+your+thoughts....gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036518111726254338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cqYM1HTjL_A/ReVOibpDuQI/AAAAAAAAAA8/704Ns_HwbTA/s320/this+is+where+everyone+can+see+your+thoughts....gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is another one of those lame GIFs. Haha. You just gotta love Kiba and Akamaru - bow..wow. WOW. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cqYM1HTjL_A/ReVO_rpDuRI/AAAAAAAAABE/ii9KtWDyu10/s1600-h/kisame,+you+flirty!.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036518614237427986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cqYM1HTjL_A/ReVO_rpDuRI/AAAAAAAAABE/ii9KtWDyu10/s320/kisame,+you+flirty!.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is a really good GIF. I wonder who made it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cqYM1HTjL_A/ReVPO7pDuSI/AAAAAAAAABM/zKqN6oevci4/s1600-h/WAHAHAHAA+rock+lee"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036518876230433058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cqYM1HTjL_A/ReVPO7pDuSI/AAAAAAAAABM/zKqN6oevci4/s320/WAHAHAHAA+rock+lee%27s+mum+says+he%27s...(uggh).gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WAHAHAHAHA. You just GOTTA love Rock lee, and his mum as well, in this case. haha. NYAH :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Can someone read the jap words for me? as in translate. haha. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cqYM1HTjL_A/ReVPtrpDuTI/AAAAAAAAABU/dposUbQhJwQ/s1600-h/the+thoughts....THAT+ROCK!.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036519404511410482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cqYM1HTjL_A/ReVPtrpDuTI/AAAAAAAAABU/dposUbQhJwQ/s320/the+thoughts....THAT+ROCK!.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know this is totally NOT Naruto, but I can't help posting this. It's quite a long GIF, but it's HILARIOUS. HAHAAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ENJOY ALL MY PICS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;AND....HOMEWORK! GAHHH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-1214277931678121389?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/1214277931678121389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=1214277931678121389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/1214277931678121389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/1214277931678121389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/02/priscilla-aslo-known-as-purishiira-xd.html' title=''/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cqYM1HTjL_A/ReVLyrpDuMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3Cc-zeY25O4/s72-c/Naruto+Shipuuden+games.+Neji+and+gaara+look+HOT.+haha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-724600315555500332</id><published>2007-02-26T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T00:06:04.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know this sounds super corny and lame, and somewhat contradictory to what I usually say in public, but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I made a wish upon a star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I've got mixed feelings about this. I feel kinda stupid, like a girl who tries so desperately to fall in love, for dreams to come true, like those "pure, pretty, fair, lovely-non-spectacled girl with huge, lovely eyes" you see in dramas, or shows, anime...those girly shows on kids central...blahblahblah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But, I also feel a bit like, I've made my wish, and I'm hoping it will come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But the weirdest part is, well I dont know if it's some kind of &lt;em&gt;vision&lt;/em&gt; or it's just my imagination (most probably the latter, because it's always that).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It goes like this. After I made my wish, I closed my eyes, and then, there was this music coming from the T.V. (my mum was watching this romance show) It was like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I saw one guy, one girl, holding hands. It was at a lake, or more precisely, they were &lt;em&gt;on&lt;/em&gt; the lake. there were some waves on the lake (for some reason) and it was at night, late at night, yet I could see them so clearly. The full moon, &lt;em&gt;Luna&lt;/em&gt;, was up in the sky, shining bright. The woman had long hair, was wearing a pure white dress, and was really happy. She also happened to be a caucasian. There was also a unicorn in the background.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then came another "imaginary vision". It was at the ocean. I wasn't on any ship or anything, I was just there. It was beautiful. Glorious sun, shining its golden rays upon the oceans, the reflections glitterly, golden, like thousands of golden pixies dancing upon the waves of the oceans. There was this pirate ship that sunk, and all was well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Suddenly, two huge waves were rising to the sky. At first it seemed like those lovely waves to show the freedom of the ocean, but then, it was actually, the waves were actually heading towards each other, they collided into each other, with the sun in the middle. I don't really know how to describe this, but...Then the sun disappeared behind the two crashing waves. It wasn't dark, it was just &lt;em&gt;sunless&lt;/em&gt;. Then, a rainbow appeared, then fell. Angels began to glare at me, still in their lovely white robes, but they were glaring at me, with blood red glowing eyes. Then, devils rose from the darkness, but they were smiling, and singing. Then the music from the TV stopped, and my "vision" was over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I dont know if it's supposed to mean anything, like those dreams in the past that told of the future, or it's just some random imaginary things in my head. It's probably the latter, but no matter what it was, I thought it was great to experience this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I wonder if it's the reflection of my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In primary school, I had a nice fun life, quiet, but still exciting, dangerous, but still peaceful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When I just entered secondary school, it seemed oh so perfect, without these certain people to bother me, and I was able to start anew, new life, new fun. I heard so many stories about secondary school life being fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But it wasn't. Those who seemed like angels turned out to be devils (majority of them anyway), and what I thought I hated most soon became something I was so passionate about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I won't name examples in my real life, nor will i name anything in my "vision" that is analogous to any of the things stated above. (Is this sentence even grammatically correct?! argh! I totally think my English standard is dropping drastically. ARGH!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Haha. What a weird thing anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After talking to Joy about this on msn, I went to my balcony again, and looked up at the stars. Then, I played this music box music from my music box.  (hahaha. looks weird.) Then I closed my eyes. I saw this blurry thing, it was brown, and it had wings. It looked like a disgusting eyeball with wings, but the eye wasnt scary at all, there was a small, almost unoticable heart inside the eye, for the pupils.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Wow. I wonder if it's some kind of gift I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-724600315555500332?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/724600315555500332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=724600315555500332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/724600315555500332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/724600315555500332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-know-this-sounds-super-corny-and-lame.html' title=''/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-6420629126709619819</id><published>2007-02-24T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T04:42:06.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ナルト疾風伝</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay. I have decided to give up on her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I shan't mention her name, BUT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay, i'm not the only one who says this. I've heard from Person A, Person B, Person C, Person D and many more more more people, that she is completely slack and useless during project work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She exists to be a (censored but not vulgar word.=D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;According to person A, she does absolutely and practically NOTHING during this particular time of day after school that you stay back. it's an ACTIVITY outside CIRRICULUM. And, person A says that this gang of people X hate her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;According to person B and C, she was doing project work with her, and in the end she said she was too busy, then they had to do the whole entire report themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;According to person D, who also did project with her, said she NEVER did ANYTHING at all, kept saying she was too busy, and guess what? she had time to play MAPLESTORY, to BLOG, to CHANGE blogskin, to post on her blog about other people, BUT...she had NO TIME to RESEARCH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;HELLO?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;this particular hated person isnt pretty at all. She's got this horribly shaped nose. AND, she's like, a useless idiot. She can't contribute to anything at all, from what i've heard from persons ABCDX and so on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She thinks people should give her credit. for WHAT? just like...5 suggestions? I can swear i gave out at least THRICE that number. She complains that everyone is to bossy. wow. I wonder if she'll ever get a job with a proper boss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sigh. but enough about her. Let's talk about me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Even though i'm complaining about someone else, I'm not perfect either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i think i'm pathetic at cca. but i cant help it! i'm already doing my best. take a look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;joie. says:&lt;br /&gt;feeling sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;joie. says:&lt;br /&gt;because?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[NYSJ] Ŀфяя® Esophoria says:&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i'm the worst cadet in my squad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[NYSJ] Ŀфяя® Esophoria says:&lt;br /&gt;it's like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[NYSJ] Ŀфяя® Esophoria says:&lt;br /&gt;something you're so passionate in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[NYSJ] Ŀфяя® Esophoria says:&lt;br /&gt;like, say, you and poetry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[NYSJ] Ŀфяя® Esophoria says:&lt;br /&gt;then like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[NYSJ] Ŀфяя® Esophoria says:&lt;br /&gt;shit dammit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;NYSJ] Ŀфяя® Esophoria says:&lt;br /&gt;i cant command properly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[NYSJ] Ŀфяя® Esophoria says:&lt;br /&gt;i suck at first aid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[NYSJ] Ŀфяя® Esophoria says:&lt;br /&gt;and plus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[NYSJ] Ŀфяя® Esophoria says:&lt;br /&gt;I am so irresponsible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[NYSJ] Ŀфяя® Esophoria says:&lt;br /&gt;i left my full-u in school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[NYSJ] Ŀфяя® Esophoria says:&lt;br /&gt;shao ting had to bring it back for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[NYSJ] Ŀфяя® Esophoria says:&lt;br /&gt;then, i also left my SJ tee there too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[NYSJ] Ŀфяя® Esophoria says:&lt;br /&gt;i was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[NYSJ] Ŀфяя® Esophoria says:&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[NYSJ] Ŀфяя® Esophoria says:&lt;br /&gt;then it was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;joie. says:&lt;br /&gt;aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[NYSJ] Ŀфяя® Esophoria says:&lt;br /&gt;today durign OM, which is with my squad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[NYSJ] Ŀфяя® Esophoria says:&lt;br /&gt;i was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[NYSJ] Ŀфяя® Esophoria says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;telling my squad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[NYSJ] Ŀфяя® Esophoria says:&lt;br /&gt;I feel very shi1 bai4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[NYSJ] Ŀфяя® Esophoria says:&lt;br /&gt;a total failure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[NYSJ] Ŀфяя® Esophoria says:&lt;br /&gt;then, shao ting was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[NYSJ] Ŀфяя® Esophoria says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[NYSJ] Ŀфяя® Esophoria says:&lt;br /&gt;i agree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[NYSJ] Ŀфяя® Esophoria says:&lt;br /&gt;you're very shi1 bai4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;actually, i totally agree with what shao ting said. I cant believe i left parts of my uniform in school. I'm so useless. Even though, I was quite hurt, but I knew what she said was the cold, hard truth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[NYSJ] Ŀфяя® Esophoria says:&lt;br /&gt;and i cant command properly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[NYSJ] Ŀфяя® Esophoria says:&lt;br /&gt;i keep stuttering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;joie. says:&lt;br /&gt;man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;joie. says:&lt;br /&gt;don't think too badly about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;joie. says:&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it's difficult to command, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[NYSJ] Ŀфяя® Esophoria says:&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a total failure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[NYSJ] Ŀфяя® Esophoria says:&lt;br /&gt;no, it's like, i suddenly forgot the numbers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[NYSJ] Ŀфяя® Esophoria says:&lt;br /&gt;you're supposed to say like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oie. says:&lt;br /&gt;i hear the girls in the uniform groups commanding and it's like. whoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But of course, Joy helped me feel better. I LOVE YOU JOY!! you're always there for me, even though you were appearing offline when i was looking for you. HAHAAHHAHA. Thanks ever so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;OMG. This is a very very very long post. should i stop? haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I shall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-6420629126709619819?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/6420629126709619819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=6420629126709619819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/6420629126709619819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/6420629126709619819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title='ナルト疾風伝'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-4881685953195105844</id><published>2007-02-22T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T05:39:27.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SJAB</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Accidentally in love. With NYSJAB. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really LOVE NYSJAB. I've never known something else that i've been so passionate about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I love all members of my squad. I'm so grateful to my sec 3 seniors. I'm even more grateful to my NCOs, who are so disappointed in me, but they're still willing to teach me and help improve my footdrill and first aid skills. As for the year one squad, well, i'm going to bond with you soon =D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This is a dedication to the one thing i'm so passionate about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My Sec 3 seniors, thanks so much for "buddying" me when i was still so immature and didn't know anything about SJAB. Thanks for giving me hinters about SJAB, about how to cope with the ex-NCOs, and giving us so many boot polishing sessions, and buying lots of the required stuff for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I don't know if I'm allowed to say this, but:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thank you, my NCOs. For not giving up on me, even though I command weirdly, and my footdrill isn't up to your standard. But i'm doing the best I can, so thanks for helping me improve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(hey, if i typed this out, and one of the NCOs saw, will i get in trouble?? gulp.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But most of all, thank you, my dearest dearest dearest squadmates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;First time i saw wai tiem, she was a girl whose name i couldnt pronounce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Now, she's part of the quiz team, and she helps me so many times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;First time i saw sinying, she was a retarded odie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Now, she's still a retarded odie, but she's the retarded odie that i love. She's also a person who dislikes hugs. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;First time i saw sharon, she was a pretty little retard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Now, she's still a pretty retard, just that she ain't little no more. She's the best cadet of HQ. (she was given that award.) She's also a particular NCO's no. 1 fan!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;First time i saw jia jun, she was a person who wanted to appeal to C.O.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Now, she still wants to quit, but she's hanging on. She's also our squad i/c.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;First time I saw Geng yu, I thought she was, well, just another member of SJAB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Now she's so cute, with nice fluffy cheeks. And she's a good commander too! Plus, she's always there when i need help. And she likes my hugs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;First time i saw angie, i couldnt differentiate her from Jiang Yin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Now she's another (mini) fan of Naruto, and hana kimi!!(as well as geng yu) and she's my only other squadmate for our monday room duty. She likes hugss! (not just from me, but from everyone!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;First time i saw jiang yin, i couldnt differentiate her from Angie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Now, she's a very very very good first aider. She's also good at footdrill. She's also niceee, and always there when i need help. She likes my hugs too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;First time I saw Shao Ting, well, actually the first time i saw her was in Learning Point, just before she quit. I just thought of her as a person from ai tong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Now, she's another senior-crazy person, just like me. She's so good at footdrill, first aid, and she's very cool too! haha. She's also my beloved squadmate who helped me bring my Full-U!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;First time I saw Hui Yee, well, she was TALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Now, well, she's still tall. But wai tiem's getting taller than her! haha. And she's the one who loves her brother and all her godbrothers. She's also our right marker. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;First time I saw Priscilla, actually it was in p4. I thought that she was incapable of hating anyone. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Now, she's so funky, loud, funny, and she's proven me so so so wrong. She hates a certain someone, but it doesnt matter. As long as she loves me, and I love her. She's the one who likes to STUDY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;First time i saw Zhi-Yi, she was just another member of SJAB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Now, she's the one i always look for in the morning, for someone to talk to, and hugs! She's always there, someone for me to talk to. She's my belovedddd squadmate!!!! And, we both have the same dream - to join comp team. (just that i don't know if, with my current standard, I can make it)(sighh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;First time I saw jeraldine, well, she was short, and tanned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Now, she's my beloved lao pa, a good footdriller, a good ex-squad i/c, and she's so humorous. And she's so good at memorising things, (which reminds me, we have TOC theory test tomorrow and KOTO test on 3rd march), and she's well, good at whacking me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yepp. Those are all my 12 squadmates, excluding PRCs. Of course, I have more dedications to other people outside SJAB. But, setting aside that, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I LOVE NYSJAB! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I WILL WORK HARD ON MY FOOTDRILL, COMMANDS, FIRST AID, TOC, AND CADET PROFICIENCY BADGES. I WILL ALSO TRY MY BEST NOT TO FALL SICK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;NYSJABNYSJABNYSJABNYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJABNYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJABNYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJABNYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJABNYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJABNYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJABNYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJABNYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJABNYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJABNYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJABNYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJABNYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJABNYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJABNYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJABNYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJABNYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJABNYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJABNYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJABNYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJABNYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJABNYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJABNYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJABNYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJABNYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJABNYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJABNYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJABNYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJABNYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJABNYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJABNYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJABNYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJABNYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJABNYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJABNYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJABNYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJABNYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJABNYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJABNYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJABNYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJABNYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJABNYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJABNYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJABNYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJABNYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJABNYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJABNYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJABNYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJABNYSJAB&lt;br /&gt;NYSJAB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-4881685953195105844?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/4881685953195105844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=4881685953195105844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/4881685953195105844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/4881685953195105844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/02/sjab.html' title='SJAB'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-3248580892839822997</id><published>2007-02-21T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T06:41:39.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis the Joy of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;   Come he from far land of Thee, Thank Thee for the presence of he.&lt;br /&gt;    We females of the land below, have been granted above help from he fellow&lt;br /&gt;    Mystical Snakes and Flying Stones, Thank Thee for granting us his bones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Isn't this such a nice and beautiful nice rhyming poem? I made it up myself, for our OM. And in case this is your first time to my blog, I write poetry. Not very well, impressive ones, i must say. I keep feeling that my poetry lacks this essence. I think it lacks language. Oh, I don't know. Sometimes I really don't know what to say. I'm always at a loss for words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I like Welcome to my black parade by My Chemical Romance. Nice song. Thank you Sinying, my dear squadmate and classmate, for sending me this song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And, to more pressing matters. Zhang Lao Shi says that Fire drill's tomorrow. AHHH! my TOC still sucks. I think that's why they put me as a runner. then again, priscilla's TOC is so good, but she's a runner too. Hmm...I wonder how they categorized us? haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well, I just hope I can do well in the TOC theory test this friday, and the KOTO test on 3rd march. I wonder if we have to go to HQ for the KOTO test? hmm........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Wow. compared to the last post, this is really short. haha. But it doesnt matter. No one reads this except for myself. I sometimes ask my friends to come over to my blog and take a look, but majority of them (maybe even all of them) would just look at the blogskin and tag. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287832462678109598-3248580892839822997?l=soulsciality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/feeds/3248580892839822997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5287832462678109598&amp;postID=3248580892839822997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/3248580892839822997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287832462678109598/posts/default/3248580892839822997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsciality.blogspot.com/2007/02/tis-joy-of-love.html' title='Tis the Joy of Love'/><author><name>lorro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287832462678109598.post-3120504505323993529</id><published>2007-02-20T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T01:20:56.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And POOF. With the big bang, along came Soulsciality!&lt;br /&gt;Wait, what's Soulsciality? Well, since i'm a funky sassae, I tend 'ta mix things together.&lt;br /&gt;With a lil' bit of my beautiful soul and some nice sounding words, I produced&lt;br /&gt;"SOULSCIALITY" which is actually a mix between "soul" and "social" and "society".&lt;br /&gt;Hey come on, I mean they all start with "SO" right? And if you're thinking of saying&lt;br /&gt;"So what?!"&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll just answer&lt;br /&gt;"So SO!" Because the word "SO" is a common word that dangles from the average&lt;br /&gt;teen's mouth, I might as well add it into the name of this fantastic, super, awesome,&lt;br /&gt;kira-kira, gorgeous, lovely blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so funny and funkae!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 13 minutes since I typed out the exclamation mark. I went off to watch The Arena. Mum's requirement of me. (Was that even grammatically correct? Forgive me, but my English Language skills have been really off lately.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, one more thing. How could I forget?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing. As much as I hate to admit this, Britney Spears is the inspiration for me to start this new blog. I just saw an article on page 7 of Life! today. I read about the mishaps she went through. Okay, so the word Mishaps is an understatement. Hey come on, having sex with Timberlake, kissing Madonna, Marrige and divorce in 55 hours, marrige and pregnancy in 2004, nearly dropping her child Sean, being voted Worst Dressed with that horrible "making-your-hips-and-ass-look-fat-horrible-brown" dress with so many disgusting frills and laces, I mean, well you can't call those mishaps. But I seriously don't know what to call 'em. So let's just call them "mishaps".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're thinking that those "mishaps" were my inspiration to begin this blog, well, think again. No, they're only a small part of what inspired me. Actually it was her shaving her hair off. I don't know what the heck is going on in Spears's mind, but I sure do know what's going on in mine. In the article, with quotes like "She was screaming and flipping out from the pain and wiggling her body all around" by Hughes, I couldn't help thinking, does this mean it's the beginning of another beginning? By shaving off that ugly blonde hair that went with her through all her "mishaps", she's trying to grow a new lock of beautiful golden hair that signifies the birth of a brand new phoenix. Is that what's going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. What a long chunk of stuff I've typed out. I just hope that no one views this and no one's going to write on Straits Times with the headline "TEEN BLOGGER TALKS ABOUT SPEARS NEW HEAD" or something. You know, like that RJC girl and her eliteness (uggh) and that one featured in our NYGH PCCG book about "Bitc* slap those Nanyang Girls"... well, i just gotta be careful with what I blog. I mean, I'm not the only one viewing this blog. This ain't no private journal. This is just a web log with a nice cute/pretty blogskin that you show off to your buds and ask them to flood your tagboard. Well at least, it is to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Spears. For some reason, I see her in myself. I'm not going to be too reflective, because, as I've said above, this isn't a private journal. Anyway, it's like Spears started out fantastic, with a nice hot body and nice cool songs. Just like me, I started out great in primary school with cool friends and hotter friends. Then came Britney's breakdown. All her "mishaps". Just like me, when I entered Secondary School, I was the first one to be hated in my class. Someone went on the blog tagboard with tags like "Laura Hater says: BURN LAURA!!" and stuff. And i barely had any friends until later on in the year, not counting my dear squadmates. Then this year, I've started out quite well, with only a few friends in my class, but 12 other squadmates (excluding PRCs) to always look to when I'm troubled. I've started out quite well. No failures so far, except for that Bio W.S. that I got 10/20. A new start. As for Britney Spears, she's shaved her head, of that ugly blonde hair and those horrible memories of the pain she's gone through. She's free now, and free to begin a new. She's got no hair on her head now, but she's got a smile on her face now. And I think this wasn't a smile meant for the paparazzi (spelling?) or the tabloids. It was a smile for herself. At least I think so. Who knows what might be going on in Britney's head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If her shaving off her hair symbolizes "I need more attention" or something else, well, I was never her fan before anyway, so she didn't make a loss.&lt;br /&gt;If her shaving off her hair symbolizes "No-hair-New-start", then Britney Spears, you've got yourself a true fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's that for the inspiration part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another thing that happened today. It's called "Sorry Jia Jun".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Jia Jun, I know as the squad I/C you have lots of responsibilties. And I also know you probably won't come to this blog, but i'm posting anyway. I shall copy and paste from the forum, because the one in the forum is the most sincere comment, and I cant type out something like that again unless i'm in that FEEL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one gets what I'm saying, do they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Jia Jun, but we really couldnt take it. Some of the comments I said, i didnt really mean it. half of it was practice for when i get promoted, (like scolding, that's what shao ting and prisci and i were doing) and the other half was because you kept pestering us about who hated you.&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, when you know someone hates you, I know it's tough for you lah, I mean i know how it feels. I was the first one to be hated in my class. They were even saying things like "laura hater says: BURN LAURA!" on the class blog tagboard. But, i never even found out who that laura hater was, and look at how happy and hyper and utterly senior crazy i've become. Being hated shouldn't affect your life.&lt;br /&gt;So stop asking who hates you, and start answering "I like you."&lt;br /&gt;Liking someone is better than hating someone, so...&lt;br /&gt;And sorry lah, because we really couldnt take it, you saying that you hated NCOs. Because we're passionate about SJ, and we couldnt stand you insulting something that we're passionate about. Try and understand more about NYSJ, and understand how we feel, instead of continuing to insult our beloved CCA, and respect the seniors more often. I'm sure that's what we all want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sorry I was rather loud at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND one last thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SQUADMATES! IT'S BEEN LESS THAN 4 DAYS, BUT I STILL MISS YOU GUYS SO MUCH!! 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