<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358367547642071485</id><updated>2011-09-09T21:38:24.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>read this.</title><subtitle type='html'>The world through they eyes of an arty-farty thirteen year old girl in Singapore</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>joan°☆°</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>98</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358367547642071485.post-1889457739165494617</id><published>2009-03-13T18:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T18:52:56.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[HIGH CLASS]&lt;br /&gt;[] You go tanning.&lt;br /&gt;[] You own something from coach&lt;br /&gt;[] You own something from juicy couture&lt;br /&gt;[] You own something from louis vuitton&lt;br /&gt;[x] You own an iPod/MP3.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have been called a brat.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You own more than 7 pairs of shoes&lt;br /&gt;[x] You hate buying things that are on sale&lt;br /&gt;Total: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[GOTH]&lt;br /&gt;[x] Black is one of your favorite colors.&lt;br /&gt;[] You wear chains.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like heavy metal.&lt;br /&gt;[] You've bought something at Hot Topic.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have worn black lipstick.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your hair was/is dark.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You dislike preps.&lt;br /&gt;[] You have piercings&lt;br /&gt;Total: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[PUNK]&lt;br /&gt;[] You can skateboard. (I WISH!)&lt;br /&gt;[] You wear plaid.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have/had Converse.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You hate MTV.&lt;br /&gt;[] You have/had/want blue, pink, red, purple, or green hair.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love skater boys/girls.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You dislike pink.&lt;br /&gt;[] You wear skinny jeans.&lt;br /&gt;Total: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EMO]&lt;br /&gt;[x] You are depressed sometimes&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have black-rimmed glasses.&lt;br /&gt;[] You like the band Thursday&lt;br /&gt;[x] You cry easily&lt;br /&gt;[x] You don't like being called emo.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You keep a journal/diary.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have written a sad poem&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have thought about death.&lt;br /&gt;Total: 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[GHETTO/GANGSTA]&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like rap&lt;br /&gt;[] You are in a gang&lt;br /&gt;[] You wear rubberbands in your pants&lt;br /&gt;[] You have worn a grill.&lt;br /&gt;[] You have had a freestyling contest.&lt;br /&gt;[] You have worn Converse with the tongue flipped out.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You hate preps.&lt;br /&gt;Total: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[STRAIGHTEDGE]&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like loud music&lt;br /&gt;[] You never walk anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You wear slip-on shoes/flats&lt;br /&gt;[] You love Norma Jean.&lt;br /&gt;[] You wear band t-shirts.&lt;br /&gt;[] You love going to "hardcore" shows&lt;br /&gt;[] Your hair has been dyed more than one color.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Wear blue jeans.&lt;br /&gt;Total: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[PREP]&lt;br /&gt;[] You have a tiny/medium sized dog&lt;br /&gt;[]Your usual outfits consist of pink.&lt;br /&gt;[]You shop at AE, HOLLISTER, A&amp;amp;F.ETC.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love to shop.&lt;br /&gt;[] You love jeans.&lt;br /&gt;[] You like Paris Hilton&lt;br /&gt;[] Getting your nails done is a fun thing&lt;br /&gt;[] You wear big sunglasses.&lt;br /&gt;Total: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Athletic]&lt;br /&gt;[x] You own track shoes or cleats other sports related shoes.&lt;br /&gt;[] You collect jerseys .&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have/had a special shelf for trophies and awards.&lt;br /&gt;[]You have/had posters or plaques of famous athletes.&lt;br /&gt;[] your garage consists of sports equipment&lt;br /&gt;[] You belong/belonged to a school team. (well, I was going to be in one but I left the school before they could put me in)&lt;br /&gt;[] You are going/did go to a sports summer program.&lt;br /&gt;[] You have a specific number preferred for your jersey&lt;br /&gt;Total: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene]&lt;br /&gt;[] You wear little tiny bows in your hair&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like mardi gras beads, pearls and plastic beads&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have at least 3 shirts with tiny designs all through the shirt&lt;br /&gt;[] You part your hair to the side&lt;br /&gt;[x] You think polka dots are cute.&lt;br /&gt;[] You have shopped at Charlotte Russe&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have done a peace sign while you pose for a picture&lt;br /&gt;[]You've been called scene before&lt;br /&gt;Total: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[REDNECK]&lt;br /&gt;[] Gone four wheeling&lt;br /&gt;[] Went hunting&lt;br /&gt;[] Love to go fishing&lt;br /&gt;[x] Eat turkey&lt;br /&gt;[] Ever said GET-ER-DONE&lt;br /&gt;[] You have drove a four-wheeler in to a tree.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Gone to the mud&lt;br /&gt;[] Have listened to the song I'm A Redneck Woman&lt;br /&gt;total: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;largest total: Emo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Spell your name without an E,R,S,H,K,I,M,L,C,A,Y,N:&lt;br /&gt;Jo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Are you single?&lt;br /&gt;Kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.What is your favorite number?&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.What is your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;BLACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Least favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;Pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;The Show Lenka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Are you happy with your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;Notatall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Are you involved with anyone?&lt;br /&gt;notreally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.What is your favorite subject in school/college?&lt;br /&gt;LIT YAW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Do you shop at Abercrombie?&lt;br /&gt;NA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Do you have money?&lt;br /&gt;Well yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Would you ever take an ex back?&lt;br /&gt;Nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Are you gay?&lt;br /&gt;...totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.Where do you wish you were right now?&lt;br /&gt;zouk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.What should you be doing right now&lt;br /&gt;Eating jelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CANS:&lt;br /&gt;Can you blow a bubble? Well, yes.&lt;br /&gt;Can you do a cart wheel? Never.&lt;br /&gt;Can you touch your toes? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Can you wiggle your ears? Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Can you touch your tongue to your nose? No. Who the heck can do that, anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE DIDS:&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever want to be a doctor? No&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever want to be a fire fighter? No.&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever want to be a teacher? Not really...&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever want to be a lawyer? No way man. Who the heck wants to be a lawyer? I mean, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE DOs:&lt;br /&gt;Do you like rollercoasters? YESSSS!&lt;br /&gt;Do you own a bike? Yess.&lt;br /&gt;Do you play the lotto? yuck&lt;br /&gt;Do you like football? No.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a shopping addiction? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE DOES:&lt;br /&gt;Does your family have family picnics? noop:D&lt;br /&gt;Does you wallet have any pics in it? No&lt;br /&gt;Does a soft answer turn away wrath? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LASTS:&lt;br /&gt;Last person you hung out with? Botty&lt;br /&gt;Last car ride? 2 hours ago&lt;br /&gt;Last text message? ..&lt;br /&gt;Last baby you held? casey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST THING?&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you bought? coke.&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you had to drink? coke&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you watched? Sophie Scholl&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you read? Jodi Picoult Mercy&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing your hand wrote? Rot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WHOS:&lt;br /&gt;Who last talked to you on the phone? Kimberly&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you took a picture with? taraa!&lt;br /&gt;Last person to leave you a comment? me&lt;br /&gt;Who do you miss right now?&lt;br /&gt;Who last hugged you? Um. I don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;Who last IM'd you? mag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTLY:&lt;br /&gt;What color shirt are you wearing? sota tee&lt;br /&gt;Have any tattoos? No.&lt;br /&gt;Have you any piercings? No.&lt;br /&gt;Straight hair or curly? Straight.&lt;br /&gt;Where are you? At my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;Failed a class? math.&lt;br /&gt;Been dumped? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Accomplished a life goal? Maybe. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Thought you were pregnant? yah&lt;br /&gt;Sang in front of a crowd? yah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIX THINGS YOU WILL FIND IN YOUR ROOM:&lt;br /&gt;1) botty&lt;br /&gt;2) impact&lt;br /&gt;3) guitar&lt;br /&gt;4) camera&lt;br /&gt;5) cds&lt;br /&gt;6) black stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE RELATIONSHIP QUESTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;1. In a relationship? no&lt;br /&gt;2. Want a relationship? yeah.&lt;br /&gt;3. Wanna get married? yah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR THINGS ON YOUR MIND:&lt;br /&gt;1) upload photos on facebook&lt;br /&gt;2) find a website to publish my work&lt;br /&gt;3) do math&lt;br /&gt;4) fix cubeecraft&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-1889457739165494617?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/1889457739165494617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=1889457739165494617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/1889457739165494617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/1889457739165494617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2009/03/high-class-you-go-tanning.html' title=''/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-5910898777561013190</id><published>2009-02-14T15:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T15:25:06.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>big event</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;---------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;ATTENTION ALL READERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;PLEASE GO TO &lt;a href="http://heem-esque.blogspot.com"&gt;FAYTH&lt;/a&gt; AND &lt;a href="http://lifeasagirlinthisbigbigworld.blogspot.com"&gt;SARAH &lt;/a&gt;'S BLOGS TO WIN ATTRACTIVE PRIZES(ormaybenot)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;---------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-5910898777561013190?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/5910898777561013190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=5910898777561013190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/5910898777561013190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/5910898777561013190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2009/02/big-event.html' title='big event'/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-3772719805255848590</id><published>2009-02-12T21:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T21:40:15.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Please, don't tell me what I can do and what I am not allowed to.&lt;br /&gt;I know my limits and what I want in life.&lt;br /&gt;Please, just leave me alone, for once.&lt;br /&gt;And just shut up. Please&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-3772719805255848590?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/3772719805255848590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=3772719805255848590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/3772719805255848590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/3772719805255848590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2009/02/please-dont-tell-me-what-i-can-do-and.html' title=''/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-7622862503485011476</id><published>2009-02-10T19:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T20:05:59.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singaporeans? No way, count me out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am here to write after a super duper uber really, really long time. And this happens to be a complain-ad-let-it-all-out post. How amusingly predictable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I dislocated my right ankle yet again. third time since last year, hurrah to the bruce-lee-in-training me. Anyhoo, I was on crutches. My armpits hurt. As usual the bus was PACKED. As in packed. So when i hobbled up the bus, everyone just seemed like they needed to pee desporately, staring at me as if their eyes were about to pop from controlling the pee. after five minutes or so, this frail weak OLD MAN noticed that I was an independent handicap and let his seat to me. HOW NICE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I got off the bus, two caucasians immediately took my bag and sheltered me home, a ten-minutes walk (it was raining). Did I mention that they were lawyers? Holy cow. A singaporean lawyer would have stuck his or her nose up hiiigh and might not have even noticed me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is why I seriously think that singaporeans are selfish. Majority. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh oh oh did I mention that this happens in school too? No matter how wonderful sota sounds, when someone faints, there will be some people who are bound to run over just to fight for oxygen. And to take a look at what is happening, so she can vividly describe the incident to her little group of friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-7622862503485011476?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/7622862503485011476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=7622862503485011476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/7622862503485011476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/7622862503485011476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2009/02/singaporeans-no-way-count-me-out.html' title='Singaporeans? No way, count me out.'/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-6968371025921375041</id><published>2009-01-29T19:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T19:11:45.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry</title><content type='html'>im gonna post soon i swear,.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-6968371025921375041?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/6968371025921375041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=6968371025921375041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/6968371025921375041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/6968371025921375041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2009/01/sorry.html' title='sorry'/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-3007799346203106540</id><published>2009-01-15T19:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T20:35:08.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psychology, Digression and Complete Udder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It hurts to know that you're being psyched by a certain someone into doing things that you don't want to. You've been used and don't realize it till now which is too late. As they always say, only the closest people to you can hurt you real bad. Like that certain someone who "accidentally" claimed the glory for something that she didn't do. But you can't seem to let the person go - as a friend, as an enemy. Sometimes you can't exactly blame Bob for bailing on you. Bob doesnt know what he's doing, or that is what I'd like to think. Then when your life is in shambles because of Bob, Jane comes along and starts asking you, "Are you okay, dear?" repeatedly when very obviously, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;you're not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, can't Jane take a hint and just get lost? Stupidity, my worse enemy. this queasy feeling in you that causes you to be at a loss, just sitting quietly and, as they always say, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;stone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What bout all the criminals and suicide bombers? Sometimes i look at the papers and ask myself, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gosh, were they psyched into doing this or was it out of earthly greed?&lt;/span&gt; Cmon, give them a second chane and just quit killing them. Whats with the theory of an eye for an eye, a life for a life?&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Live and let live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to the society part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, society, in general, is plain stupid. They are ignorant about numerous things and yet all they do is criticise. they feel that ir is a do-or-die need to make a nasty remark even about things that don;t need or deserve it. It is funny the way i view things, from the perspective of an arty farty student in asia, because the society desporately needs to change RIGHT NOW. It needs to be more opened and accepting like the three horrible musketeers. Take for example the paralympics. I find it a complete ridicule that it only starts after the closing ceremony of the Olympics and is not even aired on national television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because 'we' think the handicapped or disabled community doing sports is not worth our time watching?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it just because the society excludes the fact that there are even disabled people living amongst us and that the paralympics is just for the minority community to entertain themselves for a little while?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admit it, you don't too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's the major part of society that stereotypes a hell lot. For me, the same thing applies over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOTA=arty farty&lt;br /&gt;arty farty='gay' and for people who don't do well in studies&lt;br /&gt;Thereore&lt;br /&gt;SOTA students=gay and dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, its that bad. I've seen it many times and experienced the humiliation of having to explain that sota isnt a gay community and how we also focus on academics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-3007799346203106540?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/3007799346203106540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=3007799346203106540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/3007799346203106540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/3007799346203106540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2009/01/psychology-digression-and-complete.html' title='Psychology, Digression and Complete Udder'/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-6443647147194236543</id><published>2009-01-06T18:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T19:27:45.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blob</title><content type='html'>From today onwards there is something called a journal. Of course, what crap am I blabbing. This presumably proves that sota is tiring me out? An ARC journal with contents likely to be what is on this blog. Saves me time and cuts me slack. No wonder I have such free time to be typing Shiz here and facebooking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-6443647147194236543?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/6443647147194236543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=6443647147194236543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/6443647147194236543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/6443647147194236543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2009/01/blob.html' title='blob'/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-1678231534217600304</id><published>2008-12-29T17:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T17:25:22.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As You Like It, Act 5, Epilogue</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ROSALIND. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; It is not the fashion to see the lady the epilogue; but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; it is no more unhandsome than to see the lord the prologue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; If it be true that good wine needs no bush, 'tis true that a good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; play needs no epilogue. Yet to good wine they do use good bushes; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; and good plays prove the better by the help of good epilogues. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; What a case am I in, then, that am neither a good epilogue nor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; cannot insinuate with you in the behalf of a good play! I am not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; furnished like a beggar; therefore to beg will not become me: my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; way is to conjure you; and I'll begin with the women. I charge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; you, O women, for the love you bear to men, to like as much of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; this play as please you: and I charge you, O men, for the love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; you bear to women;--as I perceive by your simpering, none of you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; hates them,--that between you and the women the play may please. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; If I were a woman, I would kiss as many of you as had beards that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; pleased me, complexions that liked me, and breaths that I defied &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; not; and, I am sure, as many as have good beards, or good faces, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; or sweet breaths, will, for my kind offer, when I make curtsy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; bid me farewell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; [Exeunt.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;-Shakespeare, As You Like It, Act 5, Epilogue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-1678231534217600304?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/1678231534217600304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=1678231534217600304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/1678231534217600304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/1678231534217600304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/12/as-you-like-it-act-5-epilogue.html' title='As You Like It, Act 5, Epilogue'/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-22498479621276523</id><published>2008-12-24T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T00:33:50.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>image conscienceness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;this post is a disagreement against F's latest post, so before you continue reading this, please click &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" href="http://heem-esque.blogspot.com/2008/12/twi-hype.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; to read her post or you'll be lost in the next few paragraphs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, why should someone even worry about what he or she wears, as long as the clothes aren't comfortable, for me in my case here is of course, a white lacy dress complete with frocks and itchy bugs that seem to be there all the time. If someone actually judges you in 3 seconds of your first meeting and shows prejudice against you for how you look, there is only one single solution here that will surely, surely work if you do it the right way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irritate.&lt;br /&gt;I-R-R-I-T-A-T-E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and that is what I am about to do to you if you judge me at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painting yourself with fingerpaint(or in this case, acrylic) does not make you crazy or stupid. If that really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; apply, then almost the whole of SOTA visual arts faculty would be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;siao&lt;/span&gt; and stupid by March and I don't think that Jonathan is exactly what you'd call stupid. Or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;siao&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes it is indeed impossible to be perfect butbutbut we can ignore and give hell to the 1D people, who, I can gurantee, only less than 4% of the SOTA population is 1D because we are all artists and artists are... ...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unique&lt;/span&gt;, so there is no need to worry unless you're talking about your neighbours or friends out of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who judges you in 3 seconds does not deserve to have any friends and therefor i shall conclude(while practicing for ARC test) that you don't really need to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-22498479621276523?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/22498479621276523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=22498479621276523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/22498479621276523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/22498479621276523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/12/image-conscienceness.html' title='image conscienceness'/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-3623685978703531736</id><published>2008-12-22T13:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T13:23:21.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sheezlebumps. 2009 is a few days away and I am wasting my life away. I still cannot accept the fact that 2008 is actually over. Well, almost. So these are some of the changes from 2008 over to 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Year two&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New year ones&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Small locker&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Art and History paper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Change of teachers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Change of art subjects&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Change of friends, new and old&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New problems to deal with&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;More books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;More money used&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 year closer to 2009&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah and there are still about a million and two that i have yet to mentioned. So i think i should do some kind of 2009 resolution thing yes? Here goes nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not to get into any form of trouble with any adult in school. *ahemcough&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mrt&lt;/span&gt;ahemahem*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To actually pass IHSS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Improve my music library and range of songs and genres&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not to do anything that hurts myself&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;STOP LIKING NORAH JONES!!!!! Cos she's a super beetch.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number one may be able to fulfill, but there is still a 50% chance that this someone reports on me and I get into trouble. Number two is possible if i try to study for at least 20 minutes  before the exam, not five minutes. Number three is, of course, possible. Number four is impossible with that someone hanging around me most of the time and Number&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; five I am not so sure about because I feel that unless I get disgusted by Norah Jones (e.g. s&lt;/span&gt;he suddenly turns from jazz vocals into metal, not that I have anything against metal), I wont stop liking her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-3623685978703531736?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/3623685978703531736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=3623685978703531736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/3623685978703531736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/3623685978703531736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/12/sheezlebumps.html' title=''/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-3073712088524752713</id><published>2008-12-15T13:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T17:46:24.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What will we be 5 years down the road? You might be thinking now that I've asked this question, this girl here is so fickle minded, one moment she says she does not give too hoots about the future and now she's thinking. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siao&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; still don't. My question here is questioning our emotions in 5 years time, not our jobs, grades and other coveted things. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; looked at the calender and realised that a year has passed just like that, and there are still many things &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; have yet to complete, like the piece of painting, that exercise book, or it could also be that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;have not yet patched up a broken friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the numerous '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;'s and realise how selfish I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know now is that I'm going to have to hate 2013.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grad year, where everyone of us will go seperate ways, different schools, different teachers, different friends, different environment, different feel, different subjects. It takes only one word to sum up those 1002 'differents'. And that would be change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only one word that makes me tear at the thought of it. Change, a powerful thing that is ongoing and the only thing besides God that never changes and I very so happen to hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going to find Change and kill right now, so bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-3073712088524752713?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/3073712088524752713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=3073712088524752713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/3073712088524752713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/3073712088524752713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-will-we-be-5-years-down-road-you.html' title=''/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-8018060118860225715</id><published>2008-12-09T12:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:47:20.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="blog"&gt;     ANOREXIA :&lt;br /&gt;[] you have dry skin&lt;br /&gt;[] you eat 1 meal.&lt;br /&gt;[] you're very weak.&lt;br /&gt;[x] you hate yourself.&lt;br /&gt;[] you starve yourself.&lt;br /&gt;[x] you have low self esteem.&lt;br /&gt;[] you use laxatives.&lt;br /&gt;[x] you need to be more skinny.&lt;br /&gt;[] people always say you're skinny, but you think you're fat&lt;br /&gt;[] people think you are too skinny.&lt;br /&gt;Total: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADHD (ATTENTION DEFICIT/HYPERACTIVITY DISORDER) :&lt;br /&gt;[x] your mind is all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;[x] you are hyper most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;[x] you barely pay attention to anything.&lt;br /&gt;[] you can't cooperate well&lt;br /&gt;[x] you talk all the time.&lt;br /&gt;[] you need attention 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;Total: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIPOLAR DISORDER :&lt;br /&gt;[x] you can act wild at times then the next day you are depressed&lt;br /&gt;[] you are very irritable.&lt;br /&gt;[x] you are anti-social.&lt;br /&gt;[x] you have very high self esteem sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;[] you are abusing alcohol, drugs, or sex.&lt;br /&gt;[] you have thought of/attempted suicide.&lt;br /&gt;Total: 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BULIMIA NERVOSA :&lt;br /&gt;[] you throw up all of your food.&lt;br /&gt;[] you throw it up even when you don't feel sick.&lt;br /&gt;[] you have no control over how you eat.&lt;br /&gt;[] you use laxatives.&lt;br /&gt;[] you have overly exercised to where you almost fainted/passed out.&lt;br /&gt;[] you always say you are fat, when you aren't.&lt;br /&gt;[] people think you're way too skinny.&lt;br /&gt;Total: 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONDUCT DISORDER :&lt;br /&gt;[] you are a bully.&lt;br /&gt;[x] you threaten other people.&lt;br /&gt;[] you often find yourself in fights.&lt;br /&gt;[x] you have used a weapon that could cause injury to others.&lt;br /&gt;[] you are cruel to humans and/or animals.&lt;br /&gt;[] you have raped/molested someone.&lt;br /&gt;[x] you destroy property on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;[x] you always lie&lt;br /&gt;[] you stay out all night&lt;br /&gt;[] you have ran away from home.&lt;br /&gt;Total: 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEPRESSION :&lt;br /&gt;[] you are always sad.&lt;br /&gt;[x] you find no hope in your future.&lt;br /&gt;[x] you find no longer excitement over the activities you use to love.&lt;br /&gt;[] you always find yourself in bed/around the house all day.&lt;br /&gt;[] you have low self esteem.&lt;br /&gt;[x] everything bad that happens is always your fault.&lt;br /&gt;[] you always seem to be weak or have physical features hurt.&lt;br /&gt;[] you are failing school.&lt;br /&gt;[x] you have thought of/attempted suicide.&lt;br /&gt;[] you have ran away from home.&lt;br /&gt;[x] hope is no longer there for you.&lt;br /&gt;Total: 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OCD (OBSESSIVE COMPULSIVE DISORDER) :&lt;br /&gt;[x] you have daily rituals.&lt;br /&gt;[x] you have disturbing thoughts or thoughts you hate.&lt;br /&gt;[x] you have to do a certain thing until it feels right.&lt;br /&gt;[x] you have to keep things in a certain order.&lt;br /&gt;[x] you have harmed yourself.&lt;br /&gt;[x] you are afraid you will get a std, aids, or any kind of germs.&lt;br /&gt;[x] you have to check some stuff over again.&lt;br /&gt;Total: 27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PTSD (POST-TRAUMATIC STRESS DISORDER) :&lt;br /&gt;[x] you repeatedly have flashbacks of horrible moments/memories in your life&lt;br /&gt;[x] you repeatedly have dreams of horrible moments/memories in your life.&lt;br /&gt;[x] you sometimes think the event will happen again.&lt;br /&gt;[x] you can be/are anti-social.&lt;br /&gt;[x] you have lost interest in the things you used to love.&lt;br /&gt;[x] you have not had a lot of sleep lately.&lt;br /&gt;[x] you worry about dying at a early age or dying at all.&lt;br /&gt;[x] you can have angry outbursts.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You act younger than your age&lt;br /&gt;Total: 36&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHIZOPHRENIA :&lt;br /&gt;[] you often have hallucinations.&lt;br /&gt;[x] you have strange, unusual dreams or thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;[x] you can be confused about reality and fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;[x] you think people are always staring or talking about you&lt;br /&gt;[x] you have extreme anxiety or fearfulness.&lt;br /&gt;[x] you have difficulty with relationships with family, friends, and opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;[] you do not take care of your hygiene like you should.&lt;br /&gt;[x] you are very shy.&lt;br /&gt;[x] you often talk to yourself&lt;br /&gt;Total: 43&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-8018060118860225715?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/8018060118860225715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=8018060118860225715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/8018060118860225715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/8018060118860225715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/12/anorexia-you-have-dry-skin-you-eat-1.html' title=''/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-4760877698875657450</id><published>2008-12-06T12:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T12:33:15.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I watched a kiddo reality show called little entrepreneurs awhile ago. From this I could really see how Singapore's stressful study-or-die system has gotten into them, even at this young age of 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked what they wanted to be, three of the five said doctor, one said a lawyer and another an actress. I was wondering, people, please have a little more sense, why would you ever ever ever want to be a doctor when you are only in primary five and need to study for 201 years, when you are done with your doctor course you have to cut up people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Totally cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that we should not put the blame on the children on being money minded or fame seeking. They are still young and do not realize that it is not as easy as said to be an actress, doctor or a lawyer. Being an actress is a dream and in Singapore, the rule here is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;no dreams allowed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a doctor or a lawyer is an ambition for most kids who have been psyched by their parents or the society to be. Since young, even my parents have been going, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;w&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;hen you grow up, must become doctor or lawyer can make money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I used to go oh, okay and thought, oh shit, my future is going to be full of blood and white wigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contradictorily, some children who have enough sense want to be a doctor not because they are seeking money but only because they want to save people and do not mind putting themselves under 201 years of studying and blood. That is something that I truly admire - Self sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that Singapore's education system should take a turn for the better. Allow the students to have their own creative field, not study study study or die. Like us in sota, someone ever mentioned to a teacher that she wanted to be an artiste so that she can become someone famous and live in a big house. In other schools, the teachers would probably go, oh good, you have a life goal. however, instead of being praised, she got reprimanded. Being an artiste is not about fame and fortune, but instead, about doing what you love and bringing happiness to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However all I am typing now makes no change, as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;the people who think alike me are only the minority, maybe not ever 1% of the world&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I always say, great minds think alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-4760877698875657450?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/4760877698875657450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=4760877698875657450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/4760877698875657450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/4760877698875657450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-watched-kiddo-reality-show-called.html' title=''/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-8519518997496394349</id><published>2008-12-06T00:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T00:22:44.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;hey, i'll be in malaysia from later 12 noon to monday i think. will be going online soon enough. okay, i actually have a good topic to blog about but its so so late now and my fingers are peeling from the guitar so they hurt tones. i'll blog in malaysia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;bye bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-8519518997496394349?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/8519518997496394349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=8519518997496394349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/8519518997496394349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/8519518997496394349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/12/hey-ill-be-in-malaysia-from-later-12.html' title=''/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-8652642402551462753</id><published>2008-12-05T17:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T17:56:45.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;01. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you wear a watch to school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;02. Starting with the LAST letter of your name, think of a name that you could possibly change your name to and write it here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nana?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;03. Do you need to cut your nails right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;04. Have you ever got addicted to a computer game?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;05. There's got to be a fan in the room you're in now. What's it's colour?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;black &lt;333333333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;06. Who last text-messaged you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;gloria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;07. Who do you wish last text-messaged you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;viraj? i have not been talking to her for a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;08. Who last tagged your blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;christie :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;09. Who do you WISH last tagged your blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;fayth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;10. Do you like doing Maths?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. sorta,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;11. What is the colour of the bag that you wear to school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;it was red, but im getting a black one cos i own black!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;12. What is the 10th latest text-message you received?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;gloria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;13. What is the colour of the door nearest to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;14. What do you wish you had in your hands right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;15. Have you stuck anything on your cell phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;yeah. stickers, of course -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;16. Do you like hotel rooms?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;uhh, depends. im pretty okay with the deluxe suites, but other than that NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;17. Do you like to swim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;yeah, you could say so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;18. What's the craziest thing you've ever done with tissue paper?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;nothing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;19. Do you have a sock tan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;20. Do you wish you were taller?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;21. Do you love your best friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;course i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;22. Have you ever sent a letter by post to someone not in the same country as you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;23. Have you ever send a letter by post to someone in the same country as you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;no no no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;24. Do you think you need to sleep earlier?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;25. Who was last in your bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Starting time:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 1736&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Name:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; joan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoe size:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 1002.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Height:&lt;/span&gt;163&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where d'ya live?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite drinks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;espirit lemon lime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you ever --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1; Been overseas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;course. europe, scandinavia, australia, germany, england, scotland, japan, malaysia :(, china&lt;/span&gt;, new zealand and thailand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2; Fallen asleep in school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;countless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3; Broken someone's heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;4; Fell off your chair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;yeah. too much laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;5; Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;6; Saved e-mails?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;three from this claim-to-be psychic called sara freder who was trying to sell me some magnetised earing with my photo there to suck out my inner fortune and luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;7; Had chicken pox?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;8; Had a sore throat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;9; Had a broken nose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The last thing you ate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ice Cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What's your room like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;some super cool place where romit is invisible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Like picnics?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who was the last person you danced with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;no idea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last person who made you smile?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;tara. or was it fayth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You last yelled at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;my mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today did you --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1; Talk to someone you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i talked to fayth and i dont exactly hate her -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2; Kiss anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;not yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3; Fall ill?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;4; Talk to an ex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;5; Miss someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;yeah, many many people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;6; Eat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;yeah, stupid question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Best feeling in the world:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;neutral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you sleep with stuffed toys?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;yeah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What's under your bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;nothing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who do you really hate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;no one, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What time is it now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1744&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Random --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1; Is there anybody on your mind right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2; Do you have any siblings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3; Do you want children?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;nope. they are horrible and irritating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;4; Do you eat often?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;5; Do you like your handwriting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;6; Are your toenails painted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;7; Whose bed other than yours would you rather sleep in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;8; What colour shirt are you wearing now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;9; What were you doing at seven pm yesterday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;guitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;10; I can't wait till:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;19 december and januray 2nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;11; Are you a friendly person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;nope. im evil, mean and like to pull hairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;12; Do you have any pets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;13; Where is the person you have feelings for right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;overseas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;14; Did the last person you held hands with mean anything to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;yeah, friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;15; Do you sleep with the TV on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;16; Have you ever crawled through a window?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17; Are you too forgiving?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;18; Are your closer to your mother or father?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;19; Who was the last person you cried in front of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;s and f.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;20; How many people can you say you really love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1002.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;21; Do you eat healthy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;22; If you're having a bad day, who will you most likely go to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;s or f or v.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;23; Are you loud or quiet most of the time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;louD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;24; Are you confident?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;25; 5 things you were doing 10 years ago:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;reciting the pi till the 89th number&lt;br /&gt;cooking first class chocolate fondue&lt;br /&gt;reading the complete works of shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;attempting to split the atom of a molecule&lt;br /&gt;taking my diploma exam for piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;26; 5 things on my to-do list today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;download quantum of solace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go for guitar lesson&lt;br /&gt;practice schubert g flat impromtu&lt;br /&gt;get a new webcam&lt;br /&gt;pack for trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;27; 5 things I would do if I were a billionaire:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;28; 5 of my bad habits:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;smart,&lt;br /&gt;very smart,&lt;br /&gt;very very smart,&lt;br /&gt;very very very smart,&lt;br /&gt;very very very very smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;29; 5 places I lived in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;castle green, yio chu kang road&lt;br /&gt;some wierd hdb somewhere in yishun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ang mo kio block 540 ave 3 i think&lt;br /&gt;the windsor&lt;br /&gt;the house next to my current house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;30; 5 jobs I've had:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;teach piano to a kiddo . . . . .&lt;br /&gt; . . .&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-8652642402551462753?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/8652642402551462753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=8652642402551462753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/8652642402551462753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/8652642402551462753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/12/01.html' title=''/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-1887044765060426884</id><published>2008-12-03T17:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T18:15:35.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I used to hate Literature. To me, it was boring, useless and senseless - how in the world does it help that you are taking 7 subjects, and then there is this subject telling you about images, colours and hidden agendas etc?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But recently, I realised that Literature actually helps you to be a better person and fare better in life. I know verry well that I am currently sounding like your Literature teacher who talks in that oh-so-dramatic voice, but hey, i am not her(or him), so just read on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Firstly, have you ever ever experienced an unreasonable scolding from your parents and somehow you rebutted and this scolding that started out as irritating became a bitch fight and ended up hurting? I'm sure you did, or at least, everyone I know of has experienced this. next time this happens to you, don't rebut. Listen and take in the words he or she says, or even possible, write it down. Then analyze and find out if you really deserve the scolding or if your parents are just being plain unreasonable, which in my case, always applies. If they are, what is the reason?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Menopause(sadly, yes)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bad day at work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;They just had an arguement?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the financial crisis?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just understand them and let them yadda yadda on. If possible, use ear muffs(click on &lt;a href="http://www.soundproofing.org/sales/ear_muffs.htm"&gt;this link &lt;/a&gt;to get some - they range from S$25 TO S$60). They really work, no matter how ridiculous it sounds. Like me, I listen to my mom's unreasonable scolding sometimes(i reckon its the bananas) and I start laughing at how she does it like McCain - repeated "scolding points" over and over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next, if you are bored, you can sit at some crowded bus stop or park and just look and observe the people walking past. From the way they dress, talk, walk or even look can tell you a lot about that person. It's quite fun, actually. So next time if you are in a lecture hall and bored of that tall lecturer speaking in a monotone voice, just pick someone and stare and hope that the person will not turn back because I have nothing here that tells me how to get out of embarrassment from getting caught red handed staring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lastly, friends. Yes, the one word that makes your life complete. F-R-I-E-N-D-S. What about them now? Well, sometimes you get into arguments with them over trivial matters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;For example, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bob(again) is broke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You buy bob a meal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bob tells you he will pay you another day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You say, 'it doesn't matter'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He is angry and starts arguing with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This sounds ridiculous, I know, but it does happen. Could it be that bob does not want you to look down on him, pity him and get free meals? Yes, this is very much possible. So this issue of buying him a meal that does not really matter to you matters a ton to him. So, to settle this, just go, "Oh i am so so sorry. I did not know that this mattered to you so much. You can pay me another day, anytime you want," and the matter will be settled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-1887044765060426884?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/1887044765060426884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=1887044765060426884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/1887044765060426884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/1887044765060426884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-used-to-hate-literature.html' title=''/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-1783421997466867435</id><published>2008-11-30T14:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T16:27:03.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Template:Dear (the last person who text messaged you):I don't really know how to tell you this, but (1). I think I realized it (2) (3) and I saw you (4) (5). I'm sure you're (6) enough to understand (7). I'm returning (8) to you, but I'll keep (9) as a memory. You should also know that I (10) (11).(12),-Your name-&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;What's the color of your shirt?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Our romance is over&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red - Our affair is over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;White - I'll join the monastery&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Black - I dislike you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Green - Our horoscope doesn't match&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Grey - You're a pervert&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Yellow - I'm selling myself&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Pink - Your nostrils are insulting&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown - The mafia wants you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No shirt - You're a loser&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other - I'm in love with your sister&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Which is your birth month?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January - That night&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February - Last year&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March - When your dwarf bit me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April - When I tripped on sesame seeds&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May - First of May&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June - When you put cuffs on me&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July - When I threw up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;August - When I s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;aw the shrunken head&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September - When we skinny dipped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;October - When I quoted Santa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November - When your dog ran amok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December - When I changed tennis shoes&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Which food do you prefer?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tacos - In your apartment&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pizza - In your camping car&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasta - Outside of Chicago&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamburgers - Under the bus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salad - As you ate enchilada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken - In your closet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kbob - With Paris Hilton&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fish - In women's clothing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandwiches - At the Hare Krishna graduation&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lasagna - At the mental hospital&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot dog - Under a state of trance&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of the above - With George Bush and his wife&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What's the color of your socks?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Hit on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Red - Insult&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black - Ignore&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Knock out&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Pour syrup on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White - Carve your initials into&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Pull the clothes off&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Put leeches on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Castrate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Pull the toupee off&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barefoot - Sit on&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other - Drive out&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's the color of your underwear?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black - My best friend&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White - My father&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Grey - Bill Clinton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Brown - My fart balloon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Purple - My mustard soufflé&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red - Donald Duck&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue - My avocado plant&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - My penpal in Ghana&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange - My Kid Rock-collection&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Manchester United's goalkeeper&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None - My John F. Kennedy statue&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other - The crazy monk&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you prefer to watch on TV?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrubs - Man&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;O.C. -EmotionalOne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Tree Hill - Open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Heroes - Frostbitten&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost - High&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House - Scarred&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simpsons - Cowardly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news - Mongolic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Idol - Masochistic&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Guy - Senile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Top Model - Middle-class&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of the above - Ashamed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;7. Your mood right now?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy - How awful I've felt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad - How boring you are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored - That Santa doesn't exist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Angry - That your pimples are at the last stage&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depressed - That we're cousins&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited - That there is no solution to this.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nervous - The middle-east&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worried - That your Honda sucks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apathetic - That I did a sex-change&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;amed - That I'm allergic to your hamster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Cuddly - That I get turned on by garbage men&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overjoyous - That I'm open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Other - That Extreme Home Makeover sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;.What's the color of your walls in your bedroom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;White - Your ring&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Your love letters&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red - Your Darth Vader-poster&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black - Your tame stone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue - The couch cushions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Green - The pictures from LA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Your false teeth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Your contact book&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Our matching snoopy-bibs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Your old lottery coupons&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;k - The cut toenails&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other - Your memories from the military service&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The first letter of your first name?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Your photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;C/D - The oil stocks&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Your neighbour Martin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G/H - My virginity&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I/J - The results of your blood-sample&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Your left ear&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Your suicide note&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O/P - My common sense&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Your mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;S/T - Your collection of butterflies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;U/V - Your criminal record&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W/X - David's tricot outfits&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Your grades from college&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The last letter in your last name?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Always will remember&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C/D - Never will forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;E/F - Always wanted to break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;G/H - Never openly mocked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I/J - Always have felt dirty before&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Will tell the authorities about&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Told in my confession today about&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;O/P - Was interviewed by the Times about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Q/R - Told my psychiatrist about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;S/T - Get sick when I think of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;U/V - Always will try to forget&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W/X - Am better off without&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Y/Z - Never liked&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you prefer to drink?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water- Our friendship&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beer - Senility&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soft drink - A new life as a clone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Soda - The incarnation as an eskimo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milk - The apartment building&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wine - Cocaine abuse&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cider - A passionate interest for mice&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juice - Oprah Winfrey imitations&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mineral water - Embarrassing rash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Hot chocolate - Eggplant-fetishism&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whisky - To ruin the second world war&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other - To hate the Boston Celtics&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thailand - Warm regards&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;USA - Best regards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;England - Good luck on your short-term leave fro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;m jail&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spain - Go and drown yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;China - Disgusting regards&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Germany - With ease&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japan - Go burn&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greece - Your everlasting enemy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Australia - Greetings to your frog Leonard&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Egypt - Fuck off now&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;France - In pain&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear vera&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, but i dislike you. I think I realized it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;when your dog ran amok outside the bus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; and I saw you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;sit on my best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;. I'm sure you're &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;scarred &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;enough to understand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;that Santa doesn't exist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;. I'm returning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;the couch cushions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;, but I'll keep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;the results of your blood-sample as a memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; You should also know that I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;am better off without&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; to hate the Boston Celtics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;With ease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;, joan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] made out with someone before dating.&lt;br /&gt;[x] gotten a phone takeaway in class.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] gotten suspended.&lt;br /&gt;[x] gotten caught chewing gum.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] gotten caught cheating on a test.&lt;br /&gt;[x] arrived late for class more than 5 times.&lt;br /&gt;[x] didn't do homework over 5 times.&lt;br /&gt;[x] turned at least 3 projects late.&lt;br /&gt;[x] missed school because you just felt like it.&lt;br /&gt;[x] laughed so loud that you go kicked out of the class. (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;[x] got your mum, dad, etc to get you out of school.&lt;br /&gt;[x] text people during class.&lt;br /&gt;[x] passed notes.&lt;br /&gt;[x] threw stuffs across the rooms.&lt;br /&gt;[x] laughed at the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;[x] took pictures during school hours.&lt;br /&gt;[x] called someone during school hours.&lt;br /&gt;[x] listened to ipod, CD, etc during school hours.&lt;br /&gt;[x] threw something at the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;[x] went outside the classroom without permission.&lt;br /&gt;[x] broke the dress code.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] failed to go to class for lesson.&lt;br /&gt;[x] ate food during class.&lt;br /&gt;[x] gotten a call from school.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] couldn't go on a field trip cause you behaved badly.&lt;br /&gt;[x] given the teacher the finger when they weren't looking.&lt;br /&gt;[x] swore during class/school.&lt;br /&gt;[x] forged your parents signature.&lt;br /&gt;[x] slept in class.&lt;br /&gt;[x] cursed at your teacher.&lt;br /&gt;[x] copied homework.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] got in trouble with the principal/ vice principal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall :26&lt;br /&gt;Multiply by 3*&lt;br /&gt;Post as __ % school gangster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78% school gangster. wth lawlz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) The first contact in your HP?&lt;br /&gt;007. dont ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) The sweetest person in your life?&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) The closest male to you?&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4) The person you are chatting with now.&lt;br /&gt;jolly, fally, grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5) The languages you speak?&lt;br /&gt;english, chinese, khek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6) The last person whom you screwed?&lt;br /&gt;o.o?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(7) One word about your life now?&lt;br /&gt;sian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8) Where do you wish to study?&lt;br /&gt;school of chickens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9) What are you specially good at?&lt;br /&gt;nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(10) Would you date someone younger than you?&lt;br /&gt;maybeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(11) What are you to yourself?&lt;br /&gt;bbb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(12) Do you forgive people easily?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(13) Which girl is precious to you now?&lt;br /&gt;the.bunny | the.rabbit | the.dramma.mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(14) Your dressing style?&lt;br /&gt;sian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(15) How different are you from other girls?&lt;br /&gt;i love norah jones!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(16) The bad point about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;i have a balding finger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(17) The last contact in your hp?&lt;br /&gt;王昭君&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(18) Your hp wallpaper?&lt;br /&gt;the bunny that fayth gave me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_muvP__UwrYk/STJEHLdYrLI/AAAAAAAAAaw/5geZnoOGcn8/s1600-h/_2501080-07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 128px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_muvP__UwrYk/STJEHLdYrLI/AAAAAAAAAaw/5geZnoOGcn8/s200/_2501080-07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274353003730087090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(19) Screen saver?&lt;br /&gt;girl on a swing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(20) Your favourite song?&lt;br /&gt;mas que nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="212" height="171"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iLGTHHoqtCw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iLGTHHoqtCw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="212" height="171"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(21) The two hated contacts in your hp?&lt;br /&gt;fat ass and the liar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(22) Learnt on language in 10 days?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(23) One gorgeous girl you came across?&lt;br /&gt;ROMIT!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(24) Whose your biggest enemy?&lt;br /&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(25) Which gang do your support?&lt;br /&gt;i me and myself federation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(26) What do you think about gangsters?&lt;br /&gt;okay lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(27) Proper age to join a gang?&lt;br /&gt;dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(28) Do you have a blog?&lt;br /&gt;==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(29) What do you think about modelling?&lt;br /&gt;so so lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(30) Whose approval do you usually seek first?&lt;br /&gt;i dont.&lt;br /&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/8358367547642071485-1783421997466867435?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/1783421997466867435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=1783421997466867435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/1783421997466867435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/1783421997466867435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/11/templatedear-last-person-who-text.html' title=''/><author><name>joan°☆°</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_muvP__UwrYk/STJEHLdYrLI/AAAAAAAAAaw/5geZnoOGcn8/s72-c/_2501080-07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358367547642071485.post-8154638795525990128</id><published>2008-11-28T18:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T18:24:26.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;put yourself in the shoes of a girl who suffers from anorexia nervosa, this is what you get -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;"I want to be a skeleton - but i also want to be attractive. I want to die -  but i also want to live." (says leslie)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;-Deborah Hautzig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Second Star To The Right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-8154638795525990128?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/8154638795525990128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=8154638795525990128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/8154638795525990128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/8154638795525990128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/11/put-yourself-in-shoes-of-girl-who.html' title=''/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-1895467335337435866</id><published>2008-11-27T19:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T20:00:08.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;An excerpt from the book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;tangerine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; by Colin Cheong, Singapore literature prize winner:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"People have dreams. And in singapore, it's hard to make dreams like that happen on your own. So you want somebody who shares those dreams with you and who can help take you there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But why dream just about nice cars and big houses?" Denise asked. "I mean, it isn't all that hard in canada, but it's no big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I dunno," said Nick. "maybe it's because in Singapore, there's little else to dream about. we've had a government for the last 20-odd years has just harped on one thing - economic progress - and really, everything else we do just feeds this one thing. so we're awfully focused as a country, but it means we have just one dream. Getting richer. It's the only thing that's clearly allowed. The signal's out and clear. Don't mess in politics, unless the ruling party invites you to join them, if you want to be an artist, go ahead, but don't upset anybody, especially the ruling party. If you want to dream about heaven, go ahead, just don't try getting everyone else to believe in your heaven. And yes, if you haven't accumulated enough wealth and the shit hits the fan for you in anything, you're on your own because you had a fair shot at it, like anyone else. In warped sense, it's really a very free country, but you're expected to play only one game. It's really a kind of totalitarian capitalism. One game. Everybody gets a shot at it. There are strict rules to ensure that everybody plays fair. It's the best game there is, everyone plays it and if you don't want to then you have to accept that some player you fancy is going to find it hard to team up with you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;i totally agree with this. Singapore does not allow us to have dreams. This place is all about earthly needs and money, money, money. and money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;so here's a trailer, Singapore dreaming. i think you can get it at gramaphone, or watch it ad old school sinema (sinema.sg)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AYEBE211TAQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AYEBE211TAQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;watch it and ask yourself, are you really happy with your goal of being rich or do you want more... in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-1895467335337435866?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/1895467335337435866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=1895467335337435866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/1895467335337435866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/1895467335337435866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/11/excerpt-from-book-tangerine-by-colin.html' title=''/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-8252021313645438213</id><published>2008-11-26T21:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T13:11:31.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This post will require you to ask yourselves a couple of questions and think about it, so if you are ever ever brain dead, don't bother reading on. I am also going to write my post, obama style: firstly, secondly, thirdly lastly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;Someone commented on my liking of Jodi Picoult books. Someone said that they were mature and unsuitable for me. So today here i am to kick the arse of old fashioned thoughts(since Sarah is slamming death penalties).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, mature themes are suitable for anyone so long as their minds are mature enough, not just judging by the age and I think that at age thirteen, I should be able to absorb the novels that are written, and that i am mature enough to read mere black text on 100% recycled paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, tell me, which good young adult novel does not include the description of physical contact between man and woman? Maybe you could name a handful, but I can assure you, majority of them do contain such text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, it is not the part about sex that we read for, it is the storyline, the language and the perspective of writing that we read for, don't you agree? Furthermore, her books give me something to think about after I read them. besides, don't we all know that these things(melodramatic events that storybook characters do out of impulse) do not happen in reality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, sex is something that God has graciously given us, a gift from him. Depriving us to learn about it is not a very smart thing to do. You could say that 'now is not the time'. If not now, when?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Here is the list of Jodi Picoult books, with clickies linking to wiki. click for the summary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Songs_of_the_Humpback_Whale" title="Songs of the Humpback Whale"&gt;Songs of the Humpback Whale&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (1992)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harvesting_the_Heart_%28novel%29" title="Harvesting the Heart (novel)"&gt;Harvesting the Heart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (1994)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Picture_Perfect_%28novel%29" title="Picture Perfect (novel)"&gt;Picture Perfect&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (1995)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mercy&lt;/i&gt; (1995)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Pact" title="The Pact"&gt;The Pact&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (1998)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Keeping_Faith" title="Keeping Faith"&gt;Keeping Faith&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (1999)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Plain_Truth" title="Plain Truth"&gt;Plain Truth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (2000)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Salem_Falls" title="Salem Falls"&gt;Salem Falls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (2001)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Perfect_Match_%28novel%29" title="Perfect Match (novel)"&gt;Perfect Match&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (2002)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Second_Glance" title="Second Glance"&gt;Second Glance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (2003)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/My_Sister%27s_Keeper" title="My Sister's Keeper"&gt;My Sister's Keeper&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (2004)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vanishing_Acts" title="Vanishing Acts"&gt;Vanishing Acts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (2005)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Tenth_Circle" title="The Tenth Circle"&gt;The Tenth Circle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (2006)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nineteen_Minutes" title="Nineteen Minutes"&gt;Nineteen Minutes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (2007)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wonder_Woman" title="Wonder Woman"&gt;Wonder Woman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (vol. 3)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wonder Woman: Love and Murder&lt;/i&gt; (2007)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Change_of_Heart_%28novel%29" title="Change of Heart (novel)"&gt;Change of Heart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (2008)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Handle_With_Care" title="Handle With Care" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Handle With Care&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (2009)&lt;a href="http://www.jodipicoult.com/email/2007-12/index.htm" class="external autonumber" title="http://www.jodipicoult.com/email/2007-12/index.htm" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Untitled Seventeenth Novel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; (2010)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jodipicoult.com/email/2007-12/index.htm" class="external autonumber" title="http://www.jodipicoult.com/email/2007-12/index.htm" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-8252021313645438213?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/8252021313645438213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=8252021313645438213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/8252021313645438213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/8252021313645438213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-post-will-require-you-to-ask.html' title=''/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-5557293428996435329</id><published>2008-11-24T19:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T20:00:07.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;i need to commend a song sung by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mariah_Carey" title="Mariah Carey"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Mariah Carey, Beyoncé, Mary J. Blige, Rihanna, Fergie, Sheryl Crow, Melissa Etheridge, Natasha Bedingfield, Miley Cyrus, Leona Lewis, Carrie Underwood, Keyshia Cole, Leann Rimes, Ashanti and Ciara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;, called just stand up. i suddenly felt an emotion overwhelm me today when i listened to the song just stand up. this song has been helping me through the days when i was in china and was dying(well, not really) of not talking to anyone in singapore and no internet or radio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="212" height="172"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tfbxxd01mzk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tfbxxd01mzk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;here are the lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Everything will be alright, yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;The heart is stronger than you think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Like it can go through anything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;And even when you think it can’t it finds a way to still push on, though &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Sometime you want to run away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Ain’t got the patience for the pain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;And if you don’t believe it look into your heart, the beat goes on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I’m telling you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Things get better through whatever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;If you fall, dust it off, don’t let up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Don’t you know you can go, be your own miracle, you need to know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;If the mind keeps thinking you’ve had enough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;But the heart keeps telling you don’t give up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Who are we to be questioning, wondering what is what, don’t give up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Through it all, just stand up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;It’s like we all have better days &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Problems getting all up in your face &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Just because you go through it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Don’t mean it gotta take control, no (no) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;You ain’t gotta find no hiding place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Because the heart can beat the hate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Don’t wanna let your mind keep playing you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;And saying you can’t go on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I’m telling you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Things get better through whatever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;If you fall, dust if off, don’t let up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Don’t you know you can go, be your own miracle, you need to know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;If the mind keeps thinking you’ve had enough (ohh) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;But the heart keeps telling you don’t give up (don't you give up) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Who are we to be questioning, wondering what is what, don’t give up (don't give up, just stand up) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Through it all, just stand up (just stand up) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Through it all, just stand up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;You don’t gotta be a prisoner in your mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;If you fall, dust it off, you can live your life (yeah) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Let your heart be your guide, oh (yeah yeah yeah) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;You will know that you’re good if you trust the in good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Everything will be alright, yeah (alright)   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Light up the dark, if you follow your heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;And It will get better through whatever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;If the mind keeps thinking you’ve had enough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;But the heart keeps telling you don’t give up (don't give up, don't give up, no no no) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Who are we to be questioning, wondering what is what, don’t give up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Through it all, just stand up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;If the mind keeps thinking you’ve had enough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;But the heart keeps telling you don’t give up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Who are we to be questioning, wondering what is what, don’t give up (don't give up, don't give up) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Through it all, just stand up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;You got it in you, find it within (everything will be alright, yeah) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;You got in ya, find it within ya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;You got in you, find it within &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;You got in you, find it within ya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;You got in you, find it within (everything will be alright, yeah) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;You got in you, find it within ya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Find it within you, find it within &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Through it all, just stand up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;i agree with the two lines which i bolded. as long as there is a little glow in there telling you not to give up, dont. things will get better as you move along, and no, you dont need to take control of everything to make sure everything goes perfect and the way you want it to go. god has everything planned for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-5557293428996435329?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/5557293428996435329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=5557293428996435329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/5557293428996435329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/5557293428996435329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-need-to-commend-song-sung-by-mariah.html' title=''/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-138635365254626617</id><published>2008-11-16T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T19:46:32.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i have a good topic to write about. firstly, the flight was pretty much okay, considering the fact that i ignored the strong chinglish of the air stewardesses. here, there is no internet and i cannot communicate. holly cow, you guessed right. i totALLY missed sarah and fayth and people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;the thing is, i was thinking about how s and f were getting on with their novels and i was about to send a text to them asking them when i realised i was in CHINA and each text would cost a bomb. i started my miserable thing that lasted till 2 am. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i wonder how ramsay will be coping.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;maybe guys are not so sentimental.&lt;/span&gt; i am just on a mission trip with not so good living conditions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;the state of the place here maed me wonder(again) why /how all those money loving megalomaniacs who are well to do happen to poison the world with whatever they add into milk here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i am now spending a few moments preparing myself for tomorrow, how i can open up myself so as to get and learn the best out of this place. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in IDU talk, man and society, man and environment, not being self centredd and caring only for I me and myself as an individual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-138635365254626617?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/138635365254626617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=138635365254626617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/138635365254626617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/138635365254626617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-have-good-topic-to-write-about.html' title=''/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-7234331337683333443</id><published>2008-11-13T23:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T22:12:18.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG dave khoo just tagged my blog. he even bothered to tag me. go search david khoo on youtube lah! now i can happily go to china knowing that someone notices me. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye people, my birthday is on 17th nov and im gna be in china NOT ON HOLIDAY BUT 0ON SOME MISSION WORK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-7234331337683333443?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/7234331337683333443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=7234331337683333443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/7234331337683333443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/7234331337683333443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/11/omg-dave-khoo-just-tagged-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-4516619040459184087</id><published>2008-11-12T20:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:37:35.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;hello, people. now let me be a little self centered for a moment. please stay and bear with me, kay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; firstly, my big day is in five days and on that day, im going to slog my guts out painting and cutting up things in some cheena village. mission work, oh the joy. i was being so miserable going on and on about how bad a situation i was in so f and s decided to bring me out on a little outing to the sky where everything is perfect and made of belgium chocalate. well, not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyway HSM3 was, you can say, the dumbest show i have ever ever watched, right after madagascar. troy looked like he was about to die from over-hyperventilation at the start of the show, looked horrible throughout when he was singing, and looked even horrible-er when he did those funny open-my-arms-oh-gabrielle-come-into-them movements. it was a comedy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyway, i got the bear from s that has a soft ear. soft. soft and soft. soft. soft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;now let me make this list thanking all the people i know this year, which, i realised, everyone is doing, so i shall follow suite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;to all R5-ians, in a random order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;alethea, for loving mickey with me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;kathleen, the attack of the booshes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;crystal, uhh.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;andrew, tomato soup or apples for you today? thanks for msn-ing me when im bored!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;denise, though i did not really get to know you, you seem nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;tara, for bringing all the fun and laughter! and johnny depp will always love you, i swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;jingjie, for being such an idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;bettina, hello! hope we get to work together sometime again next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;kimberly, for being a great great friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;christine, for screaming your head off and allowing me to talk to B.Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;natalie, hope you always stay high and happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;vera, you goon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;victoria, the oh-so-neat freak that hates dirtiness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;jocelyn, thanks for cursing and scolding a certain someone with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;elizabeth, funny funny wo*ly mammmo*h.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;jieying, cute, sweet and cute -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;rayman, the biter and injury-causer, always acting emo and letting me take emo pics of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;thaddaeus, the spazzing dude who tries to bite the ear and touch the elbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;daniel, for being consistently lame throughout the year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;olivia, thanks for helping me with my grade 7!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;moira, for screaming and acting all drama and stuff&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;1 more person, whos that???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-4516619040459184087?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/4516619040459184087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=4516619040459184087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/4516619040459184087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/4516619040459184087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-people.html' title=''/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-3392418440447014778</id><published>2008-11-10T15:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T17:06:02.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;im bored and addicted to quizzes. so here is a super long one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-START-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1.What have you been doin recently?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;watching movies online&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2.Do you ever turn ur cell phone off?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yea sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3.What happened at 10am today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;no idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4.When did u last cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;0130am today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5.Believe in fate/destiny?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yeap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6.What do you want in ur life nw?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7.Do you carry a umbrella when it rains or just put up ur hood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8.Whats ur fav. thk to have on ur bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;huggies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;9.What bottoms are you wearin nw?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;shorts, duh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10.Whats th nicest thk in ur inbox?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;no idea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;11.Do you tend to make a relationship complicated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;maybe. i think so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;12.Are you wearin anythk borrowed frm anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;not now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;13.What was th last movie u caught?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;painted skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;14.What are u proud of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my great friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;15.What does ur oldest text msg in ur inbox says?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a message from passion.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;16.What was th last song u sang out loud?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the man who cant be moved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;17.Do u have any nicknames?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;not sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;18.What does ur last txt msg says?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'it's the longest winter without you. better in time by leona lewis.' from sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;19.What tym did u go to bed last nite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2.40am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;20.Are you currently happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nope not atall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;21.Who gives u th best advice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;22.Do u eat whipped cream straight frm can?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;eww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;23.Who did you talk on the phone last nite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;fayth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;24.Is something bugging you now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yeap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;25.What/who was the last person to make you laugh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sarah. pretty long legs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;26.Do you wear toe socks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;27.Who was the last person you missed a call frm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me.(i was trying to find my phone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;28.Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;depends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;29.What annoys you most in a person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;perfectness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;30.Do you have a crush on someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yeah. is it a crush?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;31.Have you ever done cocaine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;32.What is the colour of yr room?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;powder blue as a background, brandeis blue fire flames and ivory clouds at the top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;33.Would you kill someone you hate for a billion bucks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;34.Do you believe in the saying,’Talk is cheap’?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;35.Who was the last person to lie in yr bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ummm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;36.Who was the last person to hug you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;fayth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;37.Did you see the last person you kissed recently?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;38.Do you have a life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yeap. sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;39.Have you ever thought someone died,when they didnt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;40.What is the reason behind yr profile song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i dont have one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;41.Who was the last person you saw in yr dreams?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tara, sarah, fayth, viraj, me and andrew having a pool party with romit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;42.Last time you smiled?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;today:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;43.Have you changed this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeahhs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;44.What are you listening to rite now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;whoever finds this i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;45.Are you talking to someone while doing this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;gloria, msn and vera, phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;46.Do you walk with your eyes closed or open?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;open...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;47.Is there a quote you live by?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;48.Do you want someone you can never have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yea. sorry bout that, person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;49.Have you ever played an instrument?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;course. recorder, viola(credits to gloria), guitar, piano, guzheng, anglor, erhu, keyboard, trombone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;50.What was the worst idea you’ve had this week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cutting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;51.What were you doin last nite at 11pm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;making out with my guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;52.Are you happy with your love life rite now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;totally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;53.What song best describes yr love life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sweet the sting, tori amos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;54.Does the person noe you like him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yeap. SURE DOES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;55.Who always makes you laugh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;viraj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;56.Do you speak other languages other than english?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yeeaaaaah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;57.Favourite websites?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;blogs, facebook, wiki.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;58.Whats yr middle name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my full name is felicia anna copalla dickens donnings drew charlotte barrymore bronte charles etc etc. choose one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;60.What do you think you are like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sad and high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;61.Who will you choose to die with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;any volunteers for this??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;62.Where have you been today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;J8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;63.What game do you play often?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;neopets :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;64.Who are you missing now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sota and everyone there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;65.If you had to choose between your fren or your lover which will you choose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my friend is my lover... right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;66.What are you doing right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;talking to gloria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;67.Which primary school are you from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ai Tong :DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;68.Name 3 colours that you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;black white orange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;69.What emotion do you like to show?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;70What is yr life to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;WOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;71.If you have something bothering you what will you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;think about it ad blog sth related.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;72.Who did you last chat on msn today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;romit(still doing it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;73.Who do you admire the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;zhen ting.(dont ask)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;74.Which month were you born in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;November.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;75.How are you feeling right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;76.What is the time now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3.52pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;77.What kind of person do you think of the one who tagged you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yuri, stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the person u think u hate, misunderstood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;fayth, haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;jieying, purely cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;78.What colour did you use to dye yr hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;BLACK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;79.Why are you doing this test?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cos im bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;80.What do you do when you are moody?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Be alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;81.At which age do you wish to get married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;81 years old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;82.Who is more important to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you tell me who.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;83.If today was the last day of your life what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;look for sarah and fayth and spend it making fun of romit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;84.Who is the person you trust the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;s and f and v and t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;85.Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yeah. the sun sorta comes up and reflects on the water causing an illusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;86.If you had a dream come true wat would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To have all my good dreams come true:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;87.What is your goal for this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;find a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;88.Do you believe in eternity love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sure do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;89.What feeling do you love the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Touched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;90.Do you think its Global Warming now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;91.What feeling do you hate the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;proud and jealous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;92,You like doing quizzes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;recently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;93.Do you believe in God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;totally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;94.Who cares for you the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;95.What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;96.What will you bring when you fight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ROMIT YAW~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;97.What have you regretted doing your whole life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;JOINING VISUAL ARTS. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;98.What would you do if nobody cared for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;find enoch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;99.What would you do if your boyfriend/girlfriend two-timed you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my boyfriend/girlfriend wouldnt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;100.How do you feel now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pissed. britney spears is calling me a womaniser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;#1 Who is on your mind right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; loser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;#2 What was the last thing you said to anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; bye bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;#3 If you had one last drop of medication left in this world, and both your lover and your best friend is ill, who would you give it to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; best friend (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;forgot.. i dun note of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;#4 What time did you go to bed last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;stop asking same thing over and over again can or not??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;#5 What is right next to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;#6 Why are you doing this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; no life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;#7 What’s going to happen in 5 minutes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;#8 What’s the best thing you have ever tasted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;#9 What contents are in your bag right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; palette, pencils, a bottle of black paint and coke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;#10 What school do you go to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; SOTA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;#11 What year are you in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;#12 How many subjects are you taking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 7, 8?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;#13 What are they? (in response to q. 12)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;#14 Are you worried about anything today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; nah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;#15 What were your plans for today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; guitar lesson later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;#16 Where do you want to be right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;#17 Craving for anything right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;#18 What’s the last thing on your mind right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; duno. empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q)If you married the person you last texted?&lt;/span&gt;(sarah) i wouldnt mind, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q)What did you do today?&lt;/span&gt; craft a life for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q)What is one fact about the last person who called you?&lt;/span&gt;umm this is too embarassing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q)How old were you when you lost your first tooth?&lt;/span&gt;cant remember ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q)Last time you were on the phone?&lt;/span&gt; 5 mins ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q)What's for dinner?&lt;/span&gt; no idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q)Ever been to the Statue of Liberty?&lt;/span&gt; yeap. twas sure boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q)How many e-mail addresses do you have?&lt;/span&gt; 198&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q)Last time you washed your hair?&lt;/span&gt; just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q)Do you like Oreo?&lt;/span&gt; YEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q)Can you ice skate?&lt;/span&gt; yes! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q)Do you have a brother?&lt;/span&gt; noooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q)Do you know how to change a diaper?&lt;/span&gt; course. you just take it off and put on a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q)Do you keep a planner?&lt;/span&gt; nahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q)What kind of mood are you in?&lt;/span&gt; bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q)Who was the last person that helped you stop crying ?&lt;/span&gt; sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q)If you could change your name to anything what would it be?&lt;/span&gt; felicia donnings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q)Would you move to another country to be with the one you love?&lt;/span&gt;yesssssss. D: BUT NOT TO CHINA, AFRICA OR INDIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q)Have you ever talked on the phone while in the shower?&lt;/span&gt; daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q) Are you afraid of falling in love?&lt;/span&gt; naahhh. its welcomed here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;01. Starting with the second letter of your first name, think of a name that you could possibly change your name to and write it here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;02. What is your favourite colour to write with?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;03. Do you have a map of the world in your house?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;04. How old do you wish you were now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;05. Do you think you have a crush right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;06. Go to your contact list in your phone. What is the 6th person's name?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awkwaaard(elizabeth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;07. Measure the length of your middle finger with a ruler and write the measurement here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;08. What is ONE song that accurately defines your life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;living dead girl by rob zombie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;09. Look out of your window. What do you see?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bungalow opposite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Name the first and most important quality your future boyfriend/girlfriend must have. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice and presentable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. What is your favourite word?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buttcrack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Who do you wish was online MSN right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarah, jerimiya, romit, fayth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. What is the colour of the nearest tissue box to you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple with green floral prints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. What is the colour of your ceiling?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blue and white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Have you ever been kissed by someone who does not belong to your family?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. When was the last time you went to a mall?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. What do you want to eat right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ben and jerrys ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Where was the nicest beach you've ever been to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Have you ever broken/fractured/dislocated any of your bones?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.left foot four times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Whose blog did you last visit?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nikki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.The last person to tag you is?&lt;/span&gt; sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Your relationship with him/her?&lt;/span&gt;friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Your 5 impression towards him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nice hair&lt;br /&gt;- *ahem*prettylonglegs*ahem*&lt;br /&gt;- procrastinates&lt;br /&gt;- goes on blogger hiatus-es often&lt;br /&gt;- smart ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. The most memorable thing that he/she has ever done for you?&lt;/span&gt;gimme a hugg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. The most memorable words that he/she has say to you?&lt;/span&gt;hey, hang in there okay? you can talk to me. *hug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. If he/she becomes your lover, you will...&lt;/span&gt;wouldnt mind(better than ROMIT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. If he/she becomes your enemy, you will...&lt;/span&gt;not hate her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. If he/she becomes your lover, he/she has to improve on...&lt;/span&gt;her arm wrestling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. If he/she becomes your enemy, the reason is...&lt;/span&gt;she reveals the secret of norah jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. The most desirable things to do for him/her is...&lt;/span&gt;get her to realise that shes not that hairy after all. i assure you romit is worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Overall impression towards him/her is...&lt;/span&gt; one of the nicest people in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. How do you think the people around you will feel about you?&lt;/span&gt; hyper. amused. disturbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. The character of you for yourself is?&lt;/span&gt; hm.. hyper when on 24/7. overall nice, but i can protective about my friends. if you say a bad word about any one of them - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;watch out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. On contrary, the character you hate of yourself is?&lt;/span&gt; my hand is not hard enough to whistand hitting SOMEONE's bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. The most ideal person you want to be is?&lt;/span&gt; nay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. For the person who cares and likes you, say something about them.&lt;/span&gt; ILY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Bra or panties?&lt;/span&gt; what, i can't wear both? =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. Chocolate or ice-cream?&lt;/span&gt; chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. 10 people to tag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. romit 2. yuri-chan 3. sarah f 4. fayth 5. viraj 6. zhenting 7. marissa 8. enoch 9. andrew 10. raechel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. Who is number 2 having a relationship with?&lt;/span&gt; (yuri-chan) joan(thats me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. Is 3 a male or a female?&lt;/span&gt;(sarah) a boy. totally boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. If number 7 and 10 got together, would that be a good thing?&lt;/span&gt;(marissa, raechel) arent they already together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. How about 5 and 8?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( viraj, enoch) HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. What is number 1 studying about?&lt;/span&gt;(romit) studying the art of being hot for INKA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. When was the last time you had a chat with them?&lt;/span&gt;romit:msn, today  yuri:msn, now  sarah:phone, toady  fayth:today, sms  viraj:ystd, phone   im tired la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. Is number 4 single?&lt;/span&gt;(fayth) i think so&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. Say something about number 2.&lt;/span&gt;(yuri)stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. What do you think about number 3 and 6 being together?&lt;/span&gt;(sarah, zhenting) hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. Describe number 9.&lt;/span&gt;(andrew) cute la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28. What will you do if number 6 and 7 fights?&lt;/span&gt;(zhenting, mar) i'd laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-3392418440447014778?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/3392418440447014778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=3392418440447014778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/3392418440447014778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/3392418440447014778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-bored-and-addicted-to-quizzes.html' title=''/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-2710711133646404776</id><published>2008-11-07T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T23:02:01.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;now i am going to put myself in the shoes of taylor swift's song, teardrops on my guitar. because, just because, no why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see&lt;br /&gt;That I want and I need everything that we should be&lt;br /&gt;I'll bet she's beautiful, that girl he talks about&lt;br /&gt;And she's got everything that I have to live without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew talks to me, I laugh cause it's just so funny&lt;br /&gt;That I can't even see anyone when he's with me&lt;br /&gt;He says he's so in love, he's finally got it right,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if he knows he's all I think about at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star&lt;br /&gt;He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew walks by me, can he tell that I can't breathe?&lt;br /&gt;And there he goes, so perfectly,&lt;br /&gt;The kind of flawless I wish I could be&lt;br /&gt;She'd better hold him tight, give him all her love&lt;br /&gt;Look in those beautiful eyes and know she's lucky cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I drive home alone, as I turn out the light&lt;br /&gt;I'll put his picture down and maybe&lt;br /&gt;Get some sleep tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar&lt;br /&gt;The only one who's got enough of me to break my heart&lt;br /&gt;He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do&lt;br /&gt;He's the time taken up, but there's never enough&lt;br /&gt;And he's all that I need to fall into..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;assuming 'drew' is that someone that i like. now, i wouldn't want&lt;/span&gt; that to happen cause drew is mrs crother's husband. anyway, in this case, i think i am supposed to love drew so deeply tht i only want the best for him and for him to be happy. so, he likes this girl and keeps talking about her, and i am like some kind of good friend to him only. i dont want to tell him that i like him, as that will only put him in a spot(he wants to be with the girl he likes but does not want to hurt my feelings). i am totally envious of that girl. i cover up all my emotions with a simple smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever i am with him, i see no one but him as he is beautiful in my eyes, even when he talks nonstop about that girl. but he does not know one thing: all i think about is him all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is stuck in my head just like a irritating song stuck in your head for a car ide that lasts from alaska(sarah palin) to singapore(me!). he is the light, the hope in my life and i cry every night when the thought that i can never be with him comes to my mind. many other men(teardrops on my guitar) try to date me, but i turn them down one by one, leaving them in tears. explaining why i love him is like describing how water tastes like, that is, indescribeble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that girl sure is lucky. she had better give her all in the relationship or she will regret it. he is so perfect, so... so... inhuman, if you could say(like edward cullen &lt;3&lt;3) he takes my breath away when i spend silent and akward moments with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise that it is impossible between us. we are too much of 'friends'. i'll grant him his happiness and give in. i am alone, all by myself. i know that he is happy, and thus i am. i heave a sigh and feel as if the rock in my chest has vanished. i put this incident away and maybe, just maybe, there will be peace for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is the reason for everything. he is like life, taking up all the time but never enough time to fulfil you or me. he is all i need and if only i could just be with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but he does not love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i shall grant him his hapiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;isnt that just so touching? this girl loves drew so much as to that she is willing to give him up and let him go towards his happiness, even when she has to suffer. i think that is waht love is all about: granting one another's happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i shall to the script the man who cant be moved. maybe not tomorrow but some time later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-2710711133646404776?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/2710711133646404776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=2710711133646404776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/2710711133646404776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/2710711133646404776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/11/now-i-am-going-to-put-myself-in-shoes.html' title=''/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-2867635930005291549</id><published>2008-11-06T19:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T19:36:45.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RULES:1. Put Your iTunes/Windows Media Player/ETC on Shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.&lt;br /&gt;4. Put any comments in brackets after the song name.&lt;br /&gt;5. Put this on your journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If someone says, “Is this okay?” You say? low. feeling low??&lt;br /&gt;2.How would you describe yourself? big girls don't cry. yeah, i dont cry. oh, wait, I DO!&lt;br /&gt;3.What do you like in a girl/guy?  sugar. woohoo~~ yes i can feel the sugar coming.&lt;br /&gt;4.How do you feel today? first love. okay. actually, i am!&lt;br /&gt;5.What is your life’s purpose? cold shoulder. ehh, although i DO give SOME PEOPLE(sweeps a quick glance at romit and jing jie) the cold shoulder, NO it is NOT my life's purpose.&lt;br /&gt;6.What is your motto? when i grow too old to dream. okay, totally. yknow, cos all old people dont dream and all.&lt;br /&gt;.7. What do your friends think of you? 我不配. GOSH, is that so?&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you think of your parents? obessesion. not exactly, hell, NO!&lt;br /&gt;9.What do you think about very often? shake it. did i mention that i have a 'shake-it-all-out' session evveryday that lasts for 2 hours?&lt;br /&gt;10.What is 2 + 2? mercy. yeah, please, this question is so difficult, please spare me mercy and dont ask.&lt;br /&gt;11.What do you think of your best friend? ring ring ring. okay, she can be noisy SOMETIMES, but not ring ring ring.&lt;br /&gt;12.What do you think of the person you like? tu sonrisa. too son risa? sorry, norah jones, aint my fault, blame elvis crespo.&lt;br /&gt;13.What is your life story? koibitotachi no christmas. yea, cos everyday of my life is spent christmas-like, lights, trees and all.&lt;br /&gt;14.What do you want to be when you grow up? Hot &amp;amp; cold. yeah sure, cos i totally PMS like a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;15.What do you think of when you see the person you like? My girl. *utterly horrified at the accuracy of this* oh, my girl................... . . .&lt;br /&gt;16.What will you dance to at your wedding? fly away. well, i must admit is doeshelp if my fiance is jingjie or romit.&lt;br /&gt;17.What will they play at your funeral? 左边. totally, cos im the cheena version of beyonce. to the left, to the left.&lt;br /&gt;18.What is your hobby/interest? lucky. yeah! lucky i have a hobby.&lt;br /&gt;19.What is your biggest fear? don't stop the music. true, no music=no life&lt;br /&gt;20.What is your biggest secret? London bridge is falling down. totally, cos only i and i know that.&lt;br /&gt;21.What do you think of your friends? super no.1. yeah, true.&lt;br /&gt;22.What will you post this as? waiting for you. waiting for you to read this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-2867635930005291549?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/2867635930005291549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=2867635930005291549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/2867635930005291549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/2867635930005291549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/11/rules1.html' title=''/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-587032194850710932</id><published>2008-11-06T19:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T19:16:48.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Besides your lips, where is your favorite spot to get kissed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Cheek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;How did you feel when you woke up this morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who was the last person you took a picture of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-isaac :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;How often do you see your ex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Would you ever donate blood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you ever had a best friend who was of the opposite sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you want someone dead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- yeapp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What does your last text message say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Dnt do anth hasty ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What are you thinking about right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- my future darling. (that fuji camera with 3.0" LCD screen, 10 mega pixels and in black!!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you wish someone was with you right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What time did you go to sleep last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- 2, 3am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Where did you buy the shirt you're wearing now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Shanghai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is someone on your mind right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who was the last person to text you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- fayth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Would you consider yourself to be spoiled?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- not really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What are you listening to right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- always be my baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Did you sing at all today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When's the last time you cried?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who were you with yesterday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- my guitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you miss anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- too many.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who was the last person in your bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you ever share a drink with your number one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you want someone you can't have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When did you last talk to your brother or sister?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- 1039485 years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Where were you at 2:02 am this morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- on my bed, playing the guitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you want to tell someone something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you ever liked somebody and never told them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Are you keeping a secret from the one you love who needs to know the truth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- NOPE! NOPE! and im happy im not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you hate the last person you kissed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- nope(and it WASNT my mom. or dad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-587032194850710932?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/587032194850710932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=587032194850710932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/587032194850710932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/587032194850710932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/11/besides-your-lips-where-is-your.html' title=''/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-6783187414471118823</id><published>2008-11-05T20:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T21:04:00.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the holidays are here and as i read other's blogs, i realise that all of them are rejoicing over the fact that it is the holidays. well, expect to find something different here. cos i am going to whine and complain about how bad and all that the holidays is now here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, loneliness and a sense of loss sets in as the holidays start(unless you are the kind of person who does not have ANY friends, or you go out everyday with friends). you sit in your room and start thinking of how nice it would be if school was on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next, the lack of modern-aged civilization gets into you, unless you consider a sibling a sign of civilization. for me, it is no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although you  can talk to your friends through msn, skype or the phone, it is different. i cannot explain it. wait, let us interview fayth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;joan:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;why/how izzit different when u talk to your friends thru msn, skype or phone versus when u talk to them in real life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;fayth:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;in real life, you notice the little details about that person, whether it be the way they laugh or the tilt of their head. if you do it virtually, you're more focused on the conversation and subject, therefore you dont pay much attention to detail. it's a loss in a way, because little things make up a person too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;okay so here it is. explained and all. thank you, fayth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;lastly, you are bored and feel useless. you sit infront of your computer or notebook and make some blogskins, play dota or audi, blog, read blogs, facebook etc etc.. and then at the end of the day, you realise that you have not done anything useful and you feel useless as you have not accomplished anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;yeah and i am done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-6783187414471118823?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/6783187414471118823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=6783187414471118823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/6783187414471118823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/6783187414471118823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/11/holidays-are-here-and-as-i-read-others.html' title=''/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-8820447417317358765</id><published>2008-11-01T22:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T22:58:51.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i hate being used. i hate it. sometimes i just feel that people just come to me when they're in need of help, comfort or if they need help in their art, in terms of exams, projects etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do it for them, and then i don't get any credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its something like when the credits roll after a movie is done, no one sees it. all the crew members are not notices. without them, the movie would not be possible. in my case, without me, this entire project would be impossible. and they dare to call it a team work? in what ways, tell me, is this team work? i do everything. everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people are just bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, im thirteen(soon) and should stop complaining, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now lets review about what happened on friday and why everyone was crying shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;warning: don't read this if you think you can't take it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will grade each... ...uh, issue upon how sad i am, 5 + signs being devastated, 1 + sign being neutral (and - being happy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, lofty is leaving. yea, and mr tobin will be replacing him. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;+++&lt;/span&gt;(i could see it coming)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next, ramsay is leaving, headed for italy(??) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;++++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, crystal is expelled. ----- ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;professor patricia hon is leaving.......(i dont even know who she is, sorry.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't ask about crystal. well, i think, that is just it. the music and visual arts people and romit were being totally unfeeling, prancing about, dancing, playing catching happily when everyone else was crying their guts, no, should be, spilling water like a fountain spurts water(??).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im almost done. my guitar is here, from taiwan. i am telling you about my life, which is an utterly lame thing to do. well, at least i don't go something like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;im so bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; holiday is here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;miss all my friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;haizz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;what to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no i don't to that, never. you know i hate it. but that is exactly how i feel. bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-8820447417317358765?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/8820447417317358765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=8820447417317358765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/8820447417317358765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/8820447417317358765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-hate-being-used.html' title=''/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-4422607929723337544</id><published>2008-10-29T21:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T21:38:20.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;here am i, trying to answer jing jie as he has some problems with me. this post here is going to ruin the image of my little blog here, but, after all, this is my blog. so here goes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;firstly, you tagged on the r5 class blog... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh whats your problem jo an. You seem to hv so musch problem with me hor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; ... i have no problem. the problem is that, i want to stay away from you because i dislike you. however, you disallow that by following me around, with today morning as a classic example. you folowed me wherever i sat, even when i had to sit in the r6 row because of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;next, you said... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;when double inferno play, you dont cheer our class go another class cheer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; ... is it any of you business that i cheer for r5? the fact is, most of my good friends h appen to be in r6, which is the group the double inferno was playing in. besides, you are not from double inferno. people from double inferno, like me, dislike you. additionally, did they even complain that i did not support them? answer is, NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;thirdly, you said...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;then still have to tell the whole world that i dont let you go kfc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;... it was not the whole world. just 3 of my good friends from r6 that i was hungry and that i wanted food. when they asked about our break and why i had not been to get food, i just said simply, jing jie did not allow us to go. that is all. oh and a few other people who saw me starving. the whole world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and then... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;well there's a reason for that if they had gone, we miss our game, we lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;... we had two extra people in our team. we could have jsut sent one of them to kfc, get food and come back without us losing. this is what ALL the other teams do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;yes i agree with this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; which none of us want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and then you added, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;so i stoppped you all and i somemore the game was in 20 minutes time how to rush back in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;... the thing is, if one person had gone, it would not matter even if he or she did not make it back in time. it would not matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;lastly you said... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;you so clever so slowly walk there, buy and come back lah, since you think its possible and still ask me let them go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;... well, it IS possible. i sprained and disloged my ankle. slowly walk there? i don't think so. i had food from another team from r6. i asked you to just let ONE person go. besides, you are not even the captain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have every single reason to be annoyed and to dislike you, considering the fact that you follow me everywhere at times, even in golf. if you have comments, tag them on the r5 blog, not on my tagboard. pollution, you see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-4422607929723337544?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/4422607929723337544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=4422607929723337544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/4422607929723337544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/4422607929723337544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/10/here-am-i-trying-to-answer-jing-jie-as.html' title=''/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-7267306500920395609</id><published>2008-10-29T14:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T14:14:53.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;there was a video screening today in the morning, diminishing memories by eng yee peng, a independent film maker from singapore. the show diminishing memories is about a village that she had lived in during her childhood times. the village is now demolished but she is going back to the location of the village.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;she talked about her career after the video, or documentary, if you can call it one. she said that despite being rejected a few times by NUS's mass communications or film course, she did ot give up her dreams. after she got a diploma in business, she went on to pursue her dream of film making, in which she realised she had passion for when she was 17.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;she said that in the making of diminishing memories part 1 and 2(which is yet to be screened), she had lost a total of eight kilograms. her family members and friends were concerned for her. so she said repetitively a sentence that has somehow, found its way in my brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;dreams are important, but not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; important.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i understand it alright. it means that, if you have a dream or goal in life, good. pursue it. but in the process of pursuing your dream, make sure that you don't hurt or worry the people that love and care for you, for example your relatives, family and friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;it works for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;now i am in a dilemma. i don't really find visual arts interesting. intstead, i want to go to theatre. however, im not good. i have no idea what to do. i do not want to turn out like Picasso, commiting suicide and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;needing help,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;joan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-7267306500920395609?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/7267306500920395609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=7267306500920395609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/7267306500920395609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/7267306500920395609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/10/there-was-video-screening-today-in.html' title=''/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-5688841107124465550</id><published>2008-10-28T16:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T14:05:15.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;today i confessed about norah jones. today we went to the museum, singapore art museum, the former catholic high. today i helped s and v and t do the theatre posters for the year two performance, shakespeare-macbeth and hamlet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;so what. who cares what i did today. im just a tiny meeny leetle mite in this big big world, where there are up to six billion other homosapiens living in this world. i think visual arts is pathetic, and it is just because i love black. theatre is black, of course! i know it. i do. i really do. the only reason im still staying in visual arts is because of two obstacles: my parents and my lousiness, if you can call it, in theatre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-5688841107124465550?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/5688841107124465550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=5688841107124465550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/5688841107124465550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/5688841107124465550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-i-confessed-about-norah-jones.html' title=''/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-8613841505737269319</id><published>2008-10-26T16:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T17:05:23.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i realise that i have been drifting away from the spirit, the essence of visual arts. in other words, i am starting to lose interest. but i am doing something about it. i am now trying to get back the flame by trying out different aspects of it, like photography, origami, photoshop graphics and even wire art, but these do not seem to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i enjoy doing it, yes i agree. everyone else would. i am better at it than the girl next door, that too, i agree. but i am drawn to another art form. the killer of all entertainment media. THEATRE. yes. one simple word: theatre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i love it. i simply do. maybe it is because of the black, the darkness of the blackbox, or simply because i am fascinated by the lights, the colours and the elements of theatre. maybe i just love to move around and be active.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;or maybe i just love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i think that visual arts is, as you guys would call it, too 'slack'. you just sit there, pick up a tool, like a pencil and start pouring all your creative juices onto the paper and it appears in the form of a drawing. i like that. but you don't move. no, you don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; i like to move. to speak. to have fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;and visual arts does not do that, i can gurantee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i hope i can get over this soon. because i know that it is basically impossible for me to get a transfer to theatre. you know why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;that's because i'm lousy. yes, i'm lousy. i love theatre, but im not good enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;that's it. goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-8613841505737269319?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-8358367547642071485.post-701210516610795838</id><published>2008-10-24T20:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T20:51:57.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i broke down this morning. its bad, its private, and im not going to say why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im going through this thing called the teenage phase. either that, or my parents are being bitchy, which is what s and f says. im not sure. well, all i can say is that trust is a very, extremely important thing in a relationship. and understanding. we must compromise each other and try to understand our point of views. i do that, i have been practising. visual arts, you see... perspectives. but not my parents. no. absolutely not. they don't try to understand me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to live up to their expectations and do things that i don't exactly want to. and now i don't feel like blogging anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-701210516610795838?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/701210516610795838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=701210516610795838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/701210516610795838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/701210516610795838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-broke-down-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-8176689154471994799</id><published>2008-10-23T17:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T17:12:30.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;here are my results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Literature, 44/60&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Analysis Research Communication, 30/40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chinese, 64/100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Science, 66/100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maths, 70/100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Integrated Humanities Social Sciences, 27/50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Inter Disciplinary Unit, 46/60&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-8176689154471994799?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/8176689154471994799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=8176689154471994799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/8176689154471994799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/8176689154471994799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/10/here-are-my-results.html' title=''/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-4146273181868579810</id><published>2008-10-23T16:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T17:06:32.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have not been blogging for awhile, because i do not have a good topic to talk about. but now i do. on 21st of october, we had a visual arts exhibition, and i heard that it took a few students 6 hours to set it right, all the art pieces, mounting, arrangement, food and beverages etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. never knew there was so much in an exhibition. firstly, there is the form of art work. for example, a wall of about 3.6m x 8m can hold up to 10, 20 a3 pieces. the pieces must complement each other, in terms of colour tones, form and size. when you look at the body of artworks as a whole, it is seen as 'one', and the audience can take an insight on the ones that they fancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next, there were mixed media done by the year twos, and i thought that the mixed media was really great. they were 100% original, complicated, and in other words, beautiful. the year ones had ceramic pieces, contour line drawings, perspective drawing, line quality, and irregular shaped pencil sketches. personally, i feel that the year twos did a better job. also, the sanitary pad umbrella was there too, though one of the sanitary pads dropped out and the stick of the umbrella snapped under the weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i am in the school library, waiting for theater to be done with their playback theater rehearsal, which happens tomorrow, 6 to 8. there is a complimentary concert at 7.30 later. the organizers called our school and offered a hundred tickets. of course, we got more than a hundred requests from the students, but thankfully, they gave us all we needed. it is part of the Singapore sun festival, the UBS verbier festival chamber orchestra with gaibor takacs and fredica von stade. basically, it is a few singers from the Vienna boys choir, with the above mentioned singers, and a chamber orchestra, which is a medium sized group with about 60 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a feeling tomorrow's playback theater will be a great success, as the audience will get involved too. the thespians will get the audience to share a memory with them as they act it out on the spot. next, we had to clean up the ceramics workshop, the drawing room, the painting room, the studio and the sculpture studio today. it was hard work, including scraping off the wall paint that was left from last time off the floor. lets see, i have learnt that... ...scraping paint, especially WALL PAINT, is hard work. we also had to mop the floor with fast orange, sweep, organize the shelves etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to go think of something now, goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-4146273181868579810?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/4146273181868579810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=4146273181868579810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/4146273181868579810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/4146273181868579810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-have-not-been-blogging-for-awhile.html' title=''/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-7132270260520546176</id><published>2008-10-20T20:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T20:47:40.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;today, the new year ones came. i did not really go with the visual arts, dance or music. i just stuck round with the theatre people. i think, this batch is a hard batch. i think they are abit conservative, especially&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; biscuit&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;biscuit&lt;/span&gt; was asked to put her arms around f(a sota person) to act a scene, for about 10 seconds, then she was like, NO! not going to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why that reaction, i mean no need to be over-conservative, c'mon, its theatre. okay, maybe it was what their parents taught them, its okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; barbie. barbie &lt;/span&gt;is a bitch. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;barbie&lt;/span&gt;, came in makeup, plastic attitude, and to top it off, a HIGH nose. about 50% of the sota population says '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;barbie&lt;/span&gt; is a bitch!' barbie will have a hard time. did you know that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;barbie&lt;/span&gt; glares at people? did you know that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;barbie&lt;/span&gt; is pissed and irritated over every single thing? did you know that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;barbie's&lt;/span&gt; mom is proud too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. and yada yada about barbie. hmm. there is a chain mail(sms) being circulated around about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;barbie&lt;/span&gt;, i guess? just a few hours in school and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;barbie&lt;/span&gt; is already famous, so as to a point that there are songs being composed about her. WOW. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;barbie&lt;/span&gt; glared at me. and s and f. for wating ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next, there is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chadrangupta&lt;/span&gt;. during open house, when the theatre students were demonstrating a usual lesson and it happened to be juggling. the whole point of it was not juggling, it was getting focused on the balls and coordinating your hand and eye movements. then, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chadrangupta&lt;/span&gt; said right in their(theatre people) faces, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'my grandma can juggle better'&lt;/span&gt;. and now she is in sota. since we are such amateurs to her, why? why is she in sota? why? fine, maybe her grandmother is a juggler in some kind of circus troupe. WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-7132270260520546176?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/7132270260520546176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=7132270260520546176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/7132270260520546176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/7132270260520546176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-new-year-ones-came.html' title=''/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-204015942530796333</id><published>2008-10-19T14:46:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T20:34:36.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lets talk politics. for the US presidential elections, john mcCain from the republicans and barrack hussein obama are against each other. mcCain claims that there will be a tax cut for 5% of america's population (the rich and upper class), while obama claims that 95% of america's population, meaning the middle and lower class, as well as civil servants e.g.teachers, nurses, firemen etc. will enjoy a tax cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naturally, most people would, already, support our dear obama. now, lets move on to their running mates. under mcCain is sarah palin, whill under obama would be joe biden. mcCain pucked a woman, sarah palin, so that he can win over some of hilary clinton's supporters(gender buyousness) however, sarah palin does not have much experience in politics as she is still young, rumour has been going around, claiming that mcCain wanted to pick a younger running mate, so if he 'croaks', there will still be a young vice president. sarah palin has a bad record for having a daughter that is pregnant at age seventeen. on a recent interview, she claimed that she is familiar with foreign politics, as she lives in alaska and russia is just over the border, which is, needless to say, ridiculous. (watch the video, notice her 'umm's and 'ahh's, as well as her fidgety movements)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="225" height="104"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h1PXHqrSp58&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h1PXHqrSp58&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="280"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;i guess you can't blame them.&lt;br /&gt;some people are just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obama has picked an older running mate as joe biden is more experienced and he needs the advice, considering the fact that he has only been in the office for four years or so. you can see clearly that in debates, obama is more charismatic and supports his speech with numbers, so that the voters know what is going around. look at the video between obama and mcCain, notice how mcCain blinks too much and how he just goes over and over again on a few points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9BtcQIq-acY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9BtcQIq-acY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="280"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap yeap.&lt;br /&gt;i know politics is boring and all, but, hey, you need to know stuff, dont be like ro_it roy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-204015942530796333?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/204015942530796333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=204015942530796333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/204015942530796333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/204015942530796333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/10/lets-talk-politics.html' title=''/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-7028143952459739794</id><published>2008-10-18T23:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T23:44:34.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i read this book called the time traveler's wife, by audrey niffenegger. it is a adult themed book, a romance story. at the end of it, there is a really good um... stanza, or paragraph, if you could call it. anyway, here goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;now from his breast into his eyes the ache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;of longing mounted, and he wept at last,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;his dear wife, clear and faithful, in his arms,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;longed for as the sunwarmed earth is longed for by a swimmer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;spent in the rough water where his ship went down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;under Poseidon's blows, gale winds and tons of sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;few men can keep alive through a big surf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;to crawl, clotted with brine, on kindly beaches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;in joy, in joy, knowing tht abyss behind:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;and so she too rejoiced, her gaze upon her husband,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;her white arms around him pressed as tough forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;-from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the odyssey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOMER&lt;br /&gt;translated by ROBERT FITZGERALD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i just love the way homer describes the longing of him, for his wife. this kind of love, is pure, sweet and irresistibly... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i can't describe it. read the book. it's good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it is mature, as in there are scenes that are inappropriate for the young and the young at heart(young as in below 12). But overall, it is good. what is a good novel with no mature themes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;_________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-7028143952459739794?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/7028143952459739794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=7028143952459739794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/7028143952459739794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/7028143952459739794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-read-this-book-called-time-travelers.html' title=''/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-5757181993255805672</id><published>2008-10-18T10:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T10:29:12.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nameless, lets get this clear once and for all yes? for one, i DO NOT study in the lame lame ATS. i study in SOTA, school of the arts SINGAPORE, year one.  i am a visual arts student. think i'm immature? no, maybe if i was from ATS, i would be, but, no... i am from school of the arts, a school that you might not even dream of entering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;next, i just don't like your blog because it is self centered. EVERYTHING IS ABOUT YOURSELF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you want mushroom soup, you went to kfc etc etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lastly, you use incorrigibly bad english in your blog. you add an 's' behind almost all the words so they turn out this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hey nameles ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ATS-rians eh ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;youre alitte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;immature .. rites ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i mean ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i dunt lyk even noe yous ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yes, brainless, no thinking blog posts. you don't bother to read on and find out that i WAS in ats, but currently in school of the arts.  in this short, short exerpt from you post to me, we can see that you spell nameless as nameles, ats-sian as ats-rians, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;a little as alittle, right as rites, don't as dunt, like as lyk, know as noe, you as yous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aren't you just &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALITTLE &lt;/span&gt;embarassed? (detect the sarcasm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk. who are you? grace,13?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go study some english before you come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all the other people, sorry that this post is so brainless, but i really need to make things clear with nameless. and thank you, bobo for scolding nameless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-5757181993255805672?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/5757181993255805672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=5757181993255805672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/5757181993255805672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/5757181993255805672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/10/nameless-lets-get-this-clear-once-and.html' title=''/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-1737979189472075506</id><published>2008-10-17T14:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T14:24:00.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;im really happy today, though i got my foot wrapped up in gunks of white material and litres of black liquid. im really happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;emotionally, not physically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;sometimes, you just feel it, the happiness. totally random and useless. but i feel happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;i feel at peace, and i guess its because i sorted out my thoughts about a couple of problems that i had earlier on. and i prayed really hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;from now on, i shall attempt to not give a damn about worldly possessions, ant put myself in the shoes of someone who has just been through an earthquake and lost everything, all the earthly possessions on a regular basis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;you should try that too, but first few times, if you're really into it, you might cry. hey! you just lost all your stuff. like, duh~~ but you'll feel okay after awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-1737979189472075506?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/1737979189472075506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=1737979189472075506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/1737979189472075506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/1737979189472075506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-really-happy-today-though-i-got-my.html' title=''/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-8739014528619793476</id><published>2008-10-16T12:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T12:57:44.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today, im on crutches. my hands hurt from using them. i guess its just retribution(for whaat!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, im feeling really crappy, with nothing to write about today. BUT i want to introduce my new poetry blog. its bozofied-words.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so link it as soon as possible, kay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right so this is gonna be a lame, lame post with no thinking so bye bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-8739014528619793476?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/8739014528619793476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=8739014528619793476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/8739014528619793476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/8739014528619793476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-im-on-crutches.html' title=''/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-640515269067355933</id><published>2008-10-15T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T22:02:51.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>something triggered me to write this post today. something that happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;human relations, are basically, to me, friendship, relationships in terms of a love relationship etc., and interaction between humans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people are just not worth your time. or respect. they just put on an act, and when they need you, they go all out to make you do something, and when you're not capable of doing so, you get 'fired'. nope, not even in extreme cases with REALLY valid reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, some people that you never notice in life might just turn out to be one of the best people when you are in need of someone to talk to, to confide in and maybe, to complain to. like my dear v and s and f, thanks for giving me ideas on how to get rid of norah jones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this world is turning, spinning really fast. its a world of truths and lies, minus the truths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not saying that truth does not exist, but how do you confirm that the report about the melamine case is true and not fake? have you seen it for yourself? no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;including humans. friends. enemies. and the calefares in your life. the calefares, i think, affect your lives most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. bye!&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-60407433979172095</id><published>2008-10-14T10:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T10:39:52.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;my grandfather is in the hospital. something wrong with his intestines. bloated, i think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i have no idea how my mind works. when i sit down, take a book(textbook) and attempt to memorise some stuff, it doesn't work for me. but when i sit down with a group of people and listen to them test each other, listen to their answers, all, and i mean EVERY SINGLE WORD goes into my brain and stays there for the next 18 years. i have no idea why. then when i need to dig up the information from the gigantic pile in my brain, i find it, then i can distinctly hear the person's voice saying it, the tone, the pitch and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i guess that is what you might call a tape-recording brain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;lets make a list of brains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;first, there is the photocopy brain. the brain that looks at something and imprints it into the head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;next, there is the tape-recording brain, which is basically MY brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;then, there is the copy-it-all brain. this brain tortures the hand by writing all the notes three times over before it finally registers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;lastly, there is the brain-dead brain, in which nothing happens inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;that's all i can think of. i wonder if the mainstream people find my blog lame, maybe they prefer those that annoy me?  i find no happiness in reading those. zero brain power posts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-60407433979172095?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/60407433979172095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=60407433979172095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/60407433979172095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/60407433979172095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-grandfather-is-in-hospital.html' title=''/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-8299130445291250491</id><published>2008-10-13T16:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T10:31:55.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the volleyball tournament is in 2 days. school will end in 17 days. you might be happy, no, you MUST be happy. but i am not. the moment school ends we will have less interaction with people. well, at least this applies for me. anyway, when school ends, i will miss a few people. viraj, kimberly, fayth, sarah  and many, many others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i wish i had a sibling(yes, i know-i've always hated them) but my sibling must fulfill these criteria(s).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;one.      same age as me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;two.     not bitchy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;three.   kind but fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;four.     have sarah's hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;five.     have viraj's wit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;six.       share the same loves and hates as me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;seven.   must be gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;eight.    must be a perfect sister that i can share weal and woe with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;no other meaning to number seven, just want to experience it. mmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that is why i never ever want to have a sibling. you'll never ever find someone as perfect as this. you might say that i am selfish etc etc, but i do not mind. i know i am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;now to number seven. are you against gays? i am not. do not take it personally but i think that they are cool. not that i am one, just that i feel they must be brave and unique enough to tell the world, hey, i am a gay. to admit it. to tell the world who they really are. to find their identity. one day, i'm sure the government will find out that there is nothing wrong with gay marriages. it is up to us who, in terms of gender, age, etc etc, we want to like. our prefrences and nothing should stop us from doing so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nothing against gays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-joan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. i have currently taken a liking to justify all my posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-8299130445291250491?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/8299130445291250491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=8299130445291250491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/8299130445291250491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/8299130445291250491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/10/volleyball-tournament-is-in-2-days.html' title=''/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-2548386757400703080</id><published>2008-10-12T16:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T16:48:08.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i am so glad, i wrote a post that even sarah does not understand, and, no, sarah, i do not scare people in visual arts this way. it just comes out when im typing on the blog. just utter rubbish. maybe&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; if i joined theatre, i might, but the merciful me has decided not to do it since i am in the very-folorn-and-non-glory-recieving visual arts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. so today i attended church and then it was pretty boring, so i was daydreaming&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(NOT STONING, SARAH)&lt;/span&gt; but the teacher-or-whatever-u-call-her said something that concentrated my attention wonderfully. anyway, to cut the long story short, i pity everyone is ee on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see the hawker-store owner and wonder if she able to pay the rent.&lt;br /&gt;i look at the maid following the employer and wonder if she is being abused.&lt;br /&gt;the old lady selling tissue paper at the mrt station -is she coping well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many things to worry about&lt;br /&gt;so in this world, you must, first, learn to mind your own business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i cannot seem to. my heart goes out to all the people that are not as fortunate as me or you. i want to help them, and it seems i might just have found my ambition-i am going to set up a company that educates these pitiful people FOC, then get them some work that pays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we all know it is impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at those samatrians that go on the television for being good. but then, again, there look at those that add melamine into infant milk and dairy products out of worldly greed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at those people who go on the television for meeting with a misfortune, like a car accident, rape etc. how do they go on and cope with their lives? i would be at a total loss. yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now, before i meet with some kind of misfortune, i am going to engage a guitar teacher and get myself a new guitar. and in the meantime, try to find out if katy perry is really lesbian, and if her boyfriend is just a cover to hide her true colours from the press.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;joan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-2548386757400703080?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/2548386757400703080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=2548386757400703080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/2548386757400703080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/2548386757400703080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-so-glad-i-wrote-post-that-even.html' title=''/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-3066223562795656420</id><published>2008-10-11T10:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T10:07:53.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;yes. this holiday, no, i should say, from the time exams are over till the time holidays end, im going to go for guitar lessons. acoustic guitar lessons. and i shall buy a new guitar. i cannot imagine what life without music would be like. people living in the world love music, like me. or maybe sarah. and fayth. many other people. but what can we do about it? look at all those unsigned good singers on youtube. they're so much better than us but they're still not signed. there is nothing we can do to change anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;sometime i feel that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;i have no significance in this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;even if i am dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;no one would really notice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;nothing would change,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;everything as usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;i am just another one of the enfinite amount of homosapiens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;living in the communal world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;i am selfish. i want this world to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;feeling selfish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-3066223562795656420?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/3066223562795656420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=3066223562795656420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/3066223562795656420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/3066223562795656420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/10/yes.html' title=''/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-7684743457816095459</id><published>2008-10-10T11:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T12:04:24.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;lets talk about art. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;as in visual arts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;yes i know this may not be very interesting to you, but still,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the area of art not only includes comics, drawings, paintings, but also other more adventurous things like installation, body art, sculpture and some other things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but, art is really getting a bit too out of hand, don't you think? i went to the museum and there were little kids running all around the place. suddenly, this few people, models(both male and female), came out. they were naked. but not exactly stark naked. their bodies were painted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;not that i am some lame person, i appreciate it that i get to see body art, but not with the kids around, they're kids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i really don't get why book store put some of the art/photography/design books in the no browsing section. i guess it is because there are just a few vulgarities, naked bodies and other things that might not be suitable for children. i tried to read it, but got chased away. what is the whole point of that, i mean, c'mon... its art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;this artist. paul davis. he made a few series of pieces of a make-believe character, clint flick. since i cannot exactly show you guys the pictures, i'll just type the accompanying text out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;first,&lt;/span&gt; here follows the key events in the life of uber-swearer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;clint flick-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1962, ten months old, at home with his dad, who soon left--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;fuck. bluuuh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;second, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1979,eighteen years old(on the dole, lonely.)--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FUCK, i need a fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;third&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;1996, thirty-six years old,(street in camden town)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;FUCK if i fucking know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;fourth,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;just turned forty(live in lover,a ladyboy named venus, is angry with clint)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck you, venus, you fuck, i never fucked your fucking fucker for fuck's sake, so just fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i am done. sorry if u did not like it. i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-7684743457816095459?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/7684743457816095459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=7684743457816095459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/7684743457816095459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/7684743457816095459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/10/lets-talk-about-art.html' title=''/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-145051999648243308</id><published>2008-10-09T20:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T16:25:57.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;today i have a few things to say before anything else happens. firstly, i would like to thank all the r6 people who gave me my due last minute IHSS revision. and the volleyball tournament is next Wednesday. lastly, there will be a Olivier Messiaen music concert on 29th october. click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sota.edu.sg/buzz/messiaen_day.asp"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; for details. 2 people from sota will be performing and my painting will be on the concert brochure. if you want it, you can contact me. because i can get it at half price. lastly, fayth's mom has a shop at takashimaya, the better toy store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;now to the black talk. (no, its not a bad thing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;BLACK AND WHITE ARE NOT COLOURS, BUT A PHILOSOPHY. MOREOVER, AS BOTH AVOID A CLEAR CHROMATIC DEFINITION, THEY CAN BE REGARDED IN PROGRAMMATIC TERMS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;let us remain initially in the field of colour theory and deal with the media of relevance to the work of designers. firstly, there is the addictive colour system to be considered, which for example, is employed for the production of printed matter. the addition of just a few colour glazes, genarally four in total, allows the attainment of innumberable nuances by the means of overprinting. the printing of all four collour one ON TOP of another, gives you a  deep black. HOWEVER,  BEFORE the designer prints something, in general he or she works with a computer, in which everything functions in precisely the REVERSE fashion. this is because the monitor works with light. only three colours are used on a computer monitor, and where these overlap, the result?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;a brilliant&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;black and white represents concentrations, concentrations transported by colour. black and white condense every piece of information, black and whiteconstitute an extract, composed of the sum of all information.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;for this reason, i would plead that in future alll televisons, displays , illuminated signs and computer monitors should be white and that all newspapers, posters and books be in black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-145051999648243308?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/145051999648243308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=145051999648243308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/145051999648243308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/145051999648243308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-i-have-few-things-to-say-before.html' title=''/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-8379521616151787976</id><published>2008-10-08T13:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T13:50:50.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;hi. today was ihss and tomorrow is maths, so i am pretty free today. i dont study for maths. no. not ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets talk about... ambitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i have had many, many ambitions. a cleaner, a forensic pathologist, an artist etc etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but now i realize, none of this might happen. i might just die right in front of your face tomorrow and then my ambition will just go pop! and then someone else will replace me. and then the same thing will happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;now's the exam period. people are studying like mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;what is the meaning of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;you've got one shot at life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and you should live it to the fullest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;why torture yourself this way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;just go with the flow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i hate those people who go, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh. i want to be a doctor when i grow up so i can make lots of money. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;they should go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; oh, i want to be a doctor when i grow up because i want to save the lives of others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i have no ambition or goal.&lt;br /&gt;i don;t really care if you want to be a lawyer or whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;but i have no ambition.&lt;br /&gt;wish i could just get out of here,&lt;br /&gt;this world where you must get number one for everything&lt;br /&gt;where you will not survive without money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate the person who created currency...&lt;br /&gt;qin shi huang?&lt;br /&gt;no. the humans. that's us.&lt;br /&gt;my ambition is to become a freelance person,&lt;br /&gt;working as and when i want to,&lt;br /&gt;doing what i want to.&lt;br /&gt;no, not an artist. i might not want to be one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anything. but not for money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;frustrated, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;joan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-8379521616151787976?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/8379521616151787976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=8379521616151787976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/8379521616151787976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/8379521616151787976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/10/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-5691820420238922880</id><published>2008-10-05T16:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T17:25:45.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i found out a NEW WORD. masquerade. what does it mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;lets see... according to MY OPINION, it is uhh... pretending to be someone that is not you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;according to DICTIONARY.com,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;–noun  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a party, dance, or other festive gathering of persons wearing masks and other disguises, and often elegant, historical, or fantastic costumes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;table style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a costume or disguise worn at such a gathering. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;table style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;false outward show; façade; pretense: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;a hypocrite's masquerade of virtue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;table style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;activity, existence, etc., under false pretenses: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;a rich man's masquerade as a beggar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;–verb (used without object)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to go about under false pretenses or a false character; assume the character of; give oneself out to be: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;to masquerade as a former Russian count. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;table style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to disguise oneself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;table style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to take part in a masquerade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;wahh... so chim. anyway, i feel really bad. today i was questioned by another uncle from the church about my school. for the fifth time. yeah. all the norm retarded questions AGAIN, all over from the start, with ten year's explaining to do. so i just simply told him, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;my school is at the orchard there, you know, cathay... we study all the normal stuff english, home econs and ya lah, just that got longer art lesson only. and study for six years, come out no need go JC, just go to any university of your choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the simplest explanation i can come up with in 10 seconds flat. and FYI, no home econs for us. yes. and no D&amp;amp;T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;now a video.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Spongebob cranks dat soulja boy chipmunk voices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yOMqPCraeSY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yOMqPCraeSY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;so here are a couple more parodies, so if u dont recgonise the songs, go away, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;james blunt, you're beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R0UT2MpdWnc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R0UT2MpdWnc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JAqyoImvOGk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JAqyoImvOGk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cbZnrPFQFmU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cbZnrPFQFmU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barbie the bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2iOwyqfYRkg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2iOwyqfYRkg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-weight: normal; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Justin Timberlake &amp;amp; Britney Spears - Mad Tv Parody - Mtv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/plUPHJtbggc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/plUPHJtbggc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this is pretty enough for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-5691820420238922880?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/5691820420238922880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=5691820420238922880&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/5691820420238922880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/5691820420238922880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-found-out-new-word.html' title=''/><author><name>joan°☆°</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358367547642071485.post-611425999201470505</id><published>2008-10-04T11:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T12:07:57.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;heys. i have not been able to study as usual, but i think i am going to pass everything. and animal farm is on youtube!! yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANIMAL FARM 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VFVlZXJwLPY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VFVlZXJwLPY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANIMAL FARM 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/stC8u_fsqy8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/stC8u_fsqy8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;ANIMAL FARM 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jCHu1HpgVH4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jCHu1HpgVH4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;ANIMAL FARM 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D5_sm66BpRY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D5_sm66BpRY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;ANIMAL FARM 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ca0U6AqhHSI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ca0U6AqhHSI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANIMAL FARM 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ix-bNubVjfc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ix-bNubVjfc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;yeah. so the whole show is like 50plus minutes. FYI, the music is totally played and singed by our music faculty. yeah, even the music orchestra. cool! hahas, anyway, Dashini is snowball, Gwen is uhh.. napolean? and potianak is squealer. yeah, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the girl with the GIGANTIC rip.&lt;/span&gt; and, thank you mr wang for uploading them!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;next, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;volleyball&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; our poster was edward cullen waring a wig, saying... your grandma is so cool that even edward cullen wants to impersonate her. so i saw this year 2 girl and her bunch of friends touching edward cullen. eeeee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;my dream.&lt;/span&gt; last night i dreamt that i was at this GIGANTIC condominium with marissa. and then we were playing catching, just the 2 of us. but it was not normal catching. we could fly and the game lasted 4 hours and we were not tired after that. AT ALL. next will be the list of memoreable dreams i have had so far.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;the flying condor dream i had with sarah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the amazing adventure with fayth, on a quest to pull out jing jie's hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the dream where stephenie sun came over to my house and we were like old friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the dream where i was a great pianist, and sarah was my cleaner.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my catching game with marr.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;everyone in sota was happy together. everyone was a couple. but everyone was gay, because there was not enough suply of guys. i was with some secret person that im not gonna tell u (i was gay too, in my fream)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;         P.S. fream=freaking dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;yeah. i am sorta done with my post so bye bye. cheerios! and i finally finished twilight series. now reading sarah's jodi piccoult book, the pact. some kinda love story that involves some suicidal pact and a couple of sex scenes, but overall it is a good novel. it is still on the waiting list. first sarah read it, then gloria, then me, next is luyi and bleh bleh bleh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-611425999201470505?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/611425999201470505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=611425999201470505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/611425999201470505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/611425999201470505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/10/heys.html' title=''/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-340713579988812627</id><published>2008-10-02T16:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T16:32:06.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;i have NO IDEA why i am doing in the school library. oh, right. im waiting for sarah and viraj to be dismissed from theatre so i can take my usual joyride home.  so there are people around me and i feel really bad. no idea why, but just BAD. like, HELLO. okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;today we had a maths mock test and it was like really easy so i completed it like 45minutes before so i was going like...OMG i have 45 more minutes to stone before the time is finally up and i can get something to do. i was happy enough to just take a lovely nap and dream one of my wildest dreams. HOWEVER, something bad happened. mr koh was like, who has finished, raise your hand. so i was like bang and my hand was high up there, flying victoriously like some kind of flag going on a sure-win war. yea. next, he took my paper, scanned through it and gave me a frog-like smile. then he passed me this thick stack of maths toot and told me to do the first page. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;now its really getting on my nerves, talking about MY LIFE. so im now reading the book tht i bought together with the twilight series, theft by peter carey. its some kind of love story, a novel. really cool. but now im reading a book lent to me by sarah, jodi piccoult, the pact. yeah. anyway, im looking at xia xue's posts(agaiN) and then, i dont see anything special in them. just the usual. not like sarah's. sarah has a deep blog. should be no.1. not like xia xus. just that singaporeans literature and english not good enough. thats all, nothing wrong with sarah. bye bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;P.S. i suck at polygons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-340713579988812627?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/340713579988812627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=340713579988812627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/340713579988812627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://i234.photobucket.com/albums/ee208/decnote/Happy-Birthday/Happy-Birthday-01.jpg" alt="Happy Birthday Comments" title="Happy Birthday Comments" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Birthday Comments click here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;yayyyy! u are 13!!!!&lt;br /&gt;okay. nothing much to blog about. life is such a bore.&lt;br /&gt;i just realised that im gonna spend my birthday on 17 november in the crappy china village. im wallowing in self despair now, trying to find some black hole to suck me in to some adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. tara told me that once, she had a dream. her dream was like, she was on a ship and basically she fell into the sea. there was water in her mouth and when she woke up, there was puke in her mouth so she just swallowed it. hahahahahahaha. i cracked up for 15 minutes or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay.&lt;br /&gt;one more video than byebye. this is from deathnote, so if u dont noe what it is, get lost.&lt;br 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358367547642071485.post-6013822636120996872</id><published>2008-09-28T17:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T17:53:47.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;yesterday viraj went to f1 for free because of some reason. and then she said she saw 2 gays making out. fourth one encountered this month. so she told me that the gays have united and have come upon us. i asked her what that was, she said&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;some lame dialogue if star wars was about a gay villain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i mean like lol? and she added that the angmohs were drinking like nobody's business. so i got her a solution. to form her own hindi bolleywood dance group, invite romit and dance like nobody's business. but she said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; i'd rather make a club that flicks noodles at romit.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;anyway, back to the point. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i figured that i should rest as much as i can, taking panadols half an hour before i plan to study.&lt;/span&gt; and i could only study for 3 hours before the panadol starts to wear off and i get headaches again. i try to keep to less than 5 panadols a day. hmm i wonder when my wierdish sickness will end. this is the timetable for my exam, and i have completely no freaking idea why im telling you, but, gosh, just read it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;7.10, mother tongue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;8.10, IHSS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;9.10, maths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;10.10, arc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;13.10, science&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;15.10, literature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;great. i have justified everything. i have not done my chinese homework. both the mock test and the worksheet. im screwed, ain't i? i pulled myself together and did filing this afternoon. my table was covered with so many layers of papyrus that i could not see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-6013822636120996872?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/6013822636120996872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=6013822636120996872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/6013822636120996872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/6013822636120996872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/09/yesterday-viraj-went-to-f1-for-free.html' title=''/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-6209263158520845452</id><published>2008-09-27T10:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T11:06:44.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yesterday i still had fever and did not eat anything. today, still. mr g's family in glasgow offered a live telecast of the his funeral today at 4.15, singapore time. i found it pretty interesting that online funerals existed. anyway, we recieved a letter addressed to our parents. here goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;the family of the late mr gary gilchrist wishes to convey their thanks to pupils and staff of sota for their kindness and messages they sent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;the funeral will be conducted in his hometown, glasglow, UK, this saturday 28 september 2008 at 4.15pm (Singapore time). the family has also provided a live feed of the service, conducted in the chapel of glasgow university, Scotland, for those who would like to be present at the funeral. the website is set up at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" href="http://mcu.gla.ac.uk/chapel-live.html"&gt; http://mcu.gla.ac.uk/chapel-live.html &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yeah. so... sarah, don't deny. i made a picture of u and mr mraz already and u guys look oh-so-compatible. but im not gonna put it here for the sake of your privacy and stuff??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;next, as u know, i passed my grade 7 piano exam. okay, actually i barely passed. i am gonna take classical guitar next. im currently learing this song on piano, chopin's etude in e major. here is a classical guitar version, by a japanese dude. enjoy :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1  style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Chopin ショパン- Étude Op. 10, No. 3 別れの曲&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1  style="font-weight: normal;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;object width="225" height="299"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pR3qzBSC78o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pR3qzBSC78o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;here is the full version on piano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;freddy kempf - chopin, etude op. 10 no. 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cKTfcX8NbaM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cKTfcX8NbaM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;here is an acoustic guitar song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pirates of the Caribbean [Main Theme] on guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Z_lAjt-gMw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Z_lAjt-gMw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;notice how differently they hold the guitar in the classical and acoustic. and the tempo. yeah. kay. i need to go now. byeeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-6209263158520845452?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/6209263158520845452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=6209263158520845452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/6209263158520845452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/6209263158520845452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/09/yesterday-i-still-had-fever-and-did-not.html' title=''/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-6644015173504338977</id><published>2008-09-26T17:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T17:49:48.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>anyway, these ware a a vid from the arts fest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Adsx0ZFDrc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Adsx0ZFDrc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-6644015173504338977?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/6644015173504338977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=6644015173504338977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/6644015173504338977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/6644015173504338977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/09/anyway-these-ware-a-vid-from-arts-fest.html' title=''/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-6814028728779106363</id><published>2008-09-26T17:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T17:32:44.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;today is friday, so we're supposed to reach school before 9. so today was raining really badly. my dad sent me to the bus stop at shunfu so i could meet up with sarah. we waited for like 2 minutes than viraj came out of bus 410 and greeted us with a smile :) we took 162 to smu and waited for 14. the board that told the time was screwd up, so we did not know what time the bus was coming. in the process of waiting for about half an hour, we did the bus14 dance, similar to the rain dance. we were drenched as two inconsiderate bus unvles just zoom past and all the water just go splash. all wet. ya. so next, bus14 came at about 8.45. i was pratically yelling retard to the bus that drenched us. by the time we got onto the bus, i was begging for edward(yes, the vampire dude from twilight) to come and zoom us to school. there were a few other sota people on the bus so we were not that alone after all. we got down ad 9.10 and the gate was about to close. so we(about 6 people) ran to the gate and got in safely. the gate was opened till later today because an mrt broke down and there was a car accident. so i sat in my ex-rugby team. we were called up to stage and presented with a medal that said Year 1 2008 rugby tournament, 1st runner up. i did not really get what was 1st runner up but i sorta guessed it was bronze as that was the colour of the medal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;and the rest was not important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;anyway, i feel really lousy now. i cant study. i cant concentrate. my mind keeps wondering away to somewhere far. yeah. and the test is like 1 week away, and all my fellow schoolmates are under stress and mugging it out, but i dont find anything to worry about. im starting to think that maybe i am taking things too relaxed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;hmmm. prolly, but its a good thing yea,?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i need to go find some homework to do now. and thus i should bade goodbye to all my darling fellow audience out there reading this post. cos i am from hong kong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;totally randomm. i miss animal farm. i've searched the whole of youtube and all i can find is just crappy animal farm stuff. sota is the best. i loved it, though i went for the lousiest performance, the one with giggling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;but still goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-6814028728779106363?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-8358367547642071485.post-8138559550314319435</id><published>2008-09-25T17:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T17:39:20.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;today i had a fever. so i got to skip my chinese test. and i puked during science cos i saw too much of a teacher. and i was in the general office for about 1 and a half hours untill viraj and sarah came to 'pick me up'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;anyway, i have something called a lym node ??? what's that... today me and viraj and sarah did a conversion of our subjects to the main stream subs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;SOTA&lt;/span&gt;---                                 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;MAINSTREAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;visual arts---                            art class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;media literacy                     ---computer class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;analysis research comm.   ---english&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;literature---                             literature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;theatre ---                                speech and drama cca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;dance ---                                 dance cca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;music                                   ---music lesson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;integrated humanities ---     geography and history&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; social science&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;interdisciplinary---                english compositional writing remedial class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;unit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. and basically all the others are ths same. sounds abit mean but, well its true. i need to go now cos im really feeling diiiizy and i need to go shield my eyes from this despairing light illuminating from the wierd rectangle thing in front of me. (in other words, the PC.)&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/8358367547642071485-8138559550314319435?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/8138559550314319435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=8138559550314319435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/8138559550314319435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/8138559550314319435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/09/today-i-had-fever.html' title=''/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-6527850669188561750</id><published>2008-09-24T19:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T19:38:00.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;so my life story so far...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i got 40 over 50 for arc, which is a pretty good mark, with the fact that i did not write a conclusion taken into deep consideration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;im the vice captain for the upcoming volleyball season and here are some of the details.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;team name,&lt;/span&gt; your grandma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;captain,&lt;/span&gt; rayman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;vice captain,&lt;/span&gt; joan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;fitness coach,&lt;/span&gt; jocelyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;covenor,&lt;/span&gt; kimberly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;asst. publicity manager,&lt;/span&gt; kimberly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;publicity manager,&lt;/span&gt; christine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;equipment manager,&lt;/span&gt; olivia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;statistician,&lt;/span&gt; jing jie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;safety manager,&lt;/span&gt; crystal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;basically, rayman does not care so i have to do everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now to the december holiday assignment ''(yes so fast already know)''&lt;br /&gt;its just a visual arts assignment. we have to do at least 1 drawing a day of visual records. in other words, its a diary but in picture form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im a audio learner. im in visual arts and i expected to be a visual learner but, hey, who knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i passed my piano exam by 5 marks. i was devastated. i did not expect such low marks, with my perfect pitch taken into deeeeper consideration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna take classical guitar next. my mind is made up. partly because of mr. mraz and his girlfriend who is in sota. ahemsarahahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorta like going through my life, which i think is totally, as in totally unimportant. i really hate myself for doing so. it semms like all the words im writing now is all about me, me and only me. yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/8358367547642071485-6527850669188561750?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/6527850669188561750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=6527850669188561750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/6527850669188561750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/6527850669188561750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-my-life-story-so-far.html' title=''/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-8016076791461465504</id><published>2008-09-24T18:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T19:13:14.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;life and its meaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;life. such a big word. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what is the meaning of life?&lt;/span&gt; i am trying to ignore all the ongoing gossip now, as well as all the friend problems and concentrating on thinking life. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we just live it once and just got one shot at it.&lt;/span&gt; no mistakes, or bye bye for you. the gossip about how the bimbo sitting beside you in literature did something with another guy does not affect your life, does it? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no.&lt;/span&gt; it does not.  what is the point of learning and making yourself suffer and do the things you dont want to when you can be carefree and do the things you want? if only the world was happy and ladila, no one did bad things, everything free, there's school but only the people who want to go, go to school. not saying that i hate school, i love it. i love the freedom we get daily, being able to just walk out of painting class and come back without a sound scolding from a teacher. i love it that the principal, mrs chew, is not fierce and scary and anti social like some others. i love it that im in sota. its just that i hate the way people vie for fame and fortune, the way people fight their way to popularity and the way we compete against each other for many, many useless things and not realise that we all have our own strong points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but then again, i tell myself: hello, joan... this is reality, singapore requires you to get a good overseas phD degree and slog your life out for another 30 to 45 years or so before the minimal, near nada amount of cpf comes to you and you can enjoy special senior citizens priviliges. by then i would not have anymore energy to do anything with my old rusted life. i think that in life, we should just do the things we want to do. take me for example, i want to experience being in a relationship. then maybe i can go to belgium to have some chocolate and then jog to egypt and see a pyramid with the mummy and all. yess and that is all. i am gonnna make a new post later to tell u guys about the other not-so-important things that happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-8016076791461465504?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/8016076791461465504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=8016076791461465504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/8016076791461465504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/8016076791461465504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-and-its-meaning-life.html' title=''/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-4180863007675438609</id><published>2008-09-21T17:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T17:25:55.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>song and music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, today's topic will be music. now lets take a look at this. by the way. its 7 things by miley cyrus. and for those childish people out there, yes. its hannah montana. things i WONDER about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aD22Mk_cfJE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aD22Mk_cfJE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;why does my dear miley go sha, sha, sha at the start of the song?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she can't count. there are 11 things she likes. but it says seven.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;these are the lyrics:(i've bolded all the things she likes)&lt;br /&gt;shh shh shh I probably shouldn't say this&lt;br /&gt;But at times I get so scared&lt;br /&gt;When I think about the previous&lt;br /&gt;Relationship we've shared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome but we lost it&lt;br /&gt;It's not possible for me not to care&lt;br /&gt;and Now we're standing in the rain&lt;br /&gt;But nothing's ever gonna change until you hear, my dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 7 things I hate about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 7 things I hate about you oh you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You're vain,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;your games&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;you're insecure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You love me&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;you like her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;laugh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;you make me cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I don't know which side to buy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;You're friends, they're jerks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you act like them, just know it hurts&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be with the one I know&lt;br /&gt;And the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; 7th thing I hate the most that you do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;You make me love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's awkward and it's silent&lt;br /&gt;As I wait for you to say&lt;br /&gt;What I need to hear now&lt;br /&gt;Your sincere apology&lt;br /&gt;when you mean it, i'll believe it&lt;br /&gt;If you text it, i'll delete it&lt;br /&gt;Let's be clear&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm not coming back&lt;br /&gt;You're taking 7 steps here&lt;br /&gt;The 7 things I hate about you&lt;br /&gt;You're vain, your games, you're insecure&lt;br /&gt;You love me, you like her&lt;br /&gt;You make me laugh, you make me cry&lt;br /&gt;I don't know which side to buy&lt;br /&gt;You're friends, they're jerks&lt;br /&gt;When you act like them, just know it hurts&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be with the one I know&lt;br /&gt;And the 7th thing I hate the most that you do&lt;br /&gt;You make me love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Compared to all the great things&lt;br /&gt;That would take too long to write&lt;br /&gt;I probably should mention the 7 that I like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 7 things I like about you&lt;br /&gt;Your hair, your eyes, your old Levi's&lt;br /&gt;When we kiss i'm hypnotized&lt;br /&gt;You make me laugh, you make me cry&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that's both I'll have to buy&lt;br /&gt;Your hand in mine&lt;br /&gt;When we're intertwined, everything's alright&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be, with the one I know&lt;br /&gt;And the 7th thing I like the most that you do ooh&lt;br /&gt;You make me love you shh shh&lt;br /&gt;You do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, 11. im correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, here is another one. its supposed to be a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9geiPp9UFI0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9geiPp9UFI0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lawl!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let me brag abit about my new school campus. it has 10 storeys. it has rooftop garden and retail outlets. it has fitness centre and a big LCD screen as u walk in. it has exhibition gallery.also have indoor gym and many other stuff. *************woah-ing***********OMG-ing**************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. i noe. so cool rite?&lt;br /&gt;i have a SUPER big secret and im not gonna say it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ne ne ni poo poo!@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-4180863007675438609?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358367547642071485.post-1589990613906323440</id><published>2008-09-21T17:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T17:23:08.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>really, yohoho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-1589990613906323440?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/1589990613906323440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=1589990613906323440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/1589990613906323440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/1589990613906323440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/09/really-yohoho.html' title=''/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-402354418849506520</id><published>2008-09-21T17:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T17:22:49.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yohoho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-402354418849506520?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' 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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-8358367547642071485.post-1343489392508555047</id><published>2008-09-19T16:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T16:42:28.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;unappropriate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i was waiting for sarah and viraj to finish theatre. i waited for a long time, when they finally came out, they were crying. i sorta predicted that. i think that the school should stop reminding people about that bad incident and wait till things are more stable, like 1 month later than do stuff. but well, this is, still a personal feeling. it really pains me to see a sad bunch of people when they can be happy and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and viraj says that she was reading the blogs of those who are coming into sota next year. she said that they are really lousy blogs. as in they tell their life story, not to mention the fact that all of their posts are DEAD SHORT. they only complain and gossip. they will geddit from our media literate teachers next year. if they continue doing this. here is an exerpt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;haha. today i went to kfc with jack and chrizz &lt;3333. we order chiken. den u noe arr, the chiken so oily u noe... but no bone. i order the hot and spicy one. very yummy la, but after this must lose weight larh... lawls. so funny. haha&lt;/blockquote&gt;yes, so u see what i mean... and there is a really bad person who talked stuff about sota arts fest. i feel like punching him right smack in the middle of his face. but im not gonna put the url here. just go search Beng @ SOTA Arts Festival o google blog search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;uhuh. so i think the theatre peeps are going to do mac beth (or i hope). that was what mr g always wanted to do. today we had a  chinese test. it was a mock test only, and i failed it. we had a long talk on studying and stress by some mrs yasmin(??) it was pretty cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;romit was trying to convince everyone that his mom was a theatre teacher when, really, his mom was really a speech and drama teacher. lots of people saw his mommy at the theatre workshop and said she was like romit. he probably got his gene from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-1343489392508555047?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/1343489392508555047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=1343489392508555047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/1343489392508555047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/1343489392508555047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/09/unappropriate-yesterday-i-was-waiting.html' title=''/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-8349887713374777356</id><published>2008-09-18T16:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T16:53:02.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm im really frustrated. i really typed lots of stuff in my lasts post. all my feelings and thigs but i just cannt seem to post it@@ and when i find the problem, i will post it. today was okay. we did volleyball and decded to call our team volleywood.&lt;br /&gt;like bollywood or hollywood. im in school now waiting for sarah and viraj to finish theatre. so. yes.thats all--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-8349887713374777356?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/6425239903619515178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/6425239903619515178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/09/there-is-something-wrong-with-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-8550934616700178559</id><published>2008-09-15T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T21:59:44.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;*omitted*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i have been reading sarahs blog to see what she posted today cos i was so sure that she posted.i am gonna use *omitted* also like sarah. anyway, when ms seah told us the news about *omitted*, i went like whoops! no offence though, not saying that u cant be sad but just that i have never ever ever talked to *omitted* before. well, everyone was like so quiet. i have a few opinions but i think it would be unsensitive to voice my views online, where a million people can see it and yeah. so, it did not really affect me. sorry. i took the coloured paper and drew 2 smiley faces. i wrote my name too. i did not at all pretend and make myself feel sad and depressed because i hate pretending and i really hate people who pretend. i mean, if u don feel sad, then dont.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;for all those ATS people that don understand this post, so so sorry. i cant explain it cos its on my BLOG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;yes. next. after reading sarah's blog, it triggered me that the lump growing on my thigh has been frantically increasing in size and it might be cancerous but, heck, who cares. may i just get cancer and who knows what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;and one more thing. im buying the photoshop. for 97. yes. so cheap right??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;dont ask why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;and today the volleyball teams were out. im with jing jie!! :( and jocelyn (jing jie &amp;amp; joclyn!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;and kimberly and christine and crystal. i found out that for the term 4 seating arrangement, im sitting with jing jie too, not to mention the rugby team also had me and jj in the same group. reality check:sitting with jj for 1 year in science, med.ed and lit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;siting with jj for half a year in class arrangement. same season sport group as jj forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;sheesh. i think im stuck with him for life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;GAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-8550934616700178559?l=blackbozo.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-8358367547642071485.post-4617378393517646586</id><published>2008-09-14T16:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T17:06:30.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;im so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i read sarahs blog. all the old posts. yesterday i was talking to yuri on the phone till like 12plus am. twas cool. i am now on the net basically because im asking pontianak for help with idu. due this friday. i cant believe mr jae helps r6 with idu. ms seah dosent. roar. and yesterday i had a dream. i dreamt that me and sarah were flying high up in the clouds. she was bonnie. as in bonnie and clyde. bonnie. lol. and we were dressed in those kinds of wierd chinese costunmes. those that they wear in the olden days. fun! and u cld never imagine how preeety sarah was. IN MY DREAMS only. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she says that lousy blog posts annoy her. she says mine arent so hahahahahahahahahaha. im PROFESSIONAL. hahahahahahah.hahahaha. im gonna continue ha-ing. so. i have finished new moon and now onto eclipse. good luck.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;sarahsaffy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;hbHhHhHha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;IM GONNA FREAK OUT NOW SO BYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im loving this song now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;梁山伯與茱麗葉&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i7odyYmOXv4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i7odyYmOXv4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im loving this girl now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q0gXp2raJB0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q0gXp2raJB0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im loving this advertisement now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ONzUIfa_bNs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ONzUIfa_bNs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently i realised that pepsi has a couple of great commercials. take a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the next commercial, they used britney, beyonce and pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CfxwXneCtEM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CfxwXneCtEM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;used &lt;span id="BeginvidDescZ1o-0nSj_Us"&gt;F4, Aaron Kwok, Sammi Cheng, Jay Chou, Jolin Tsai, and Edison Chen. &lt;b&gt;...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z1o-0nSj_Us&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z1o-0nSj_Us&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. so i realised that pepsi uses stars to do ads unlike coke. therefore i support coke as they are more sincere. what the hell...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-4617378393517646586?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/4617378393517646586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=4617378393517646586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/4617378393517646586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/4617378393517646586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-so.html' title=''/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-2216078300354951047</id><published>2008-09-13T19:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T19:10:13.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm.</title><content type='html'>today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like im dying. this term is the term where all the major tests and art exams happen. i cant seem to focus. i cant do my homework properly, i cant fill up my sketchbook, i cant come up with pottery ideas, i cant paint well, i cant i cant and i cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss sarah ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;sorry. i dont feel like blogging.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i shall go cut.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-2216078300354951047?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/2216078300354951047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=2216078300354951047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/2216078300354951047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/2216078300354951047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/09/hmmm.html' title='hmmm.'/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-4393630122423511896</id><published>2008-09-10T14:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T14:43:53.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;the long, long post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;this post is gonna be super long cos i havent blogged for like 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY... ...&lt;br /&gt;school has started and its really bad. on monday, i made a mental note to have medium amounts of hair until im outa school, the reason being that Nicholas got caught for too much hair and justin getting caught for too little hair. im really worried cos im starting to find science boring, and when i find something boring, i start to lose interest and then start failing. no i dont want that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY... ...&lt;br /&gt;today romit kept following me sarah f and fayth around after school, the reason being that he likes pontianak ans he wants my kit kat. rawrmit. boo. on the bus, i asked pontianak who was the most unworthy-of-r6-person-that-was-in-r6. she said it was her. because shes failing everything, apart from english subs like idu, lit and arc. lol. but shes pretty la, u see... so i was expecting like a boy... a certain boy.. but... nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY... ...&lt;br /&gt;by right i should be in school now, having lit or something, but for some reason, its study day today and no school. im busy reading twilight. im really worried for IDU as the deadline is coming and i dont noe wad to do. guess i must go ask pontianak for help, since her english is like freaking good la. and this was the conversation that i had with kimberly over the phone just now.&lt;br /&gt;we were imitating denise.&lt;br /&gt;ME(some teacher):who's been to hell??&lt;br /&gt;KIMBERLY(denise):oh! me! me!&lt;br /&gt;ME: oo. how and why did u go there.&lt;br /&gt;K:oh. simple. my mom got tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! lol. funny rite??&lt;br /&gt;and then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: denise, name a place that u have been to this holiday.&lt;br /&gt;Kimberly(denise): the moon.&lt;br /&gt;ME:why??&lt;br /&gt;K: oh. my dad works in a spaceshi and my family gets free trips there. we go there when we are bored and sorta like fly around the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm i sorta need to go . so , bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. paranoiaaa isnt mrs sim. its viraj.&lt;br /&gt;PSS im so embarassed.&lt;br /&gt;PSSS lemme upload a funny video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KT5oMzo-guI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KT5oMzo-guI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. another crappy miss swan vid.&lt;br /&gt;hope u have a good laaf!&lt;br /&gt;bah bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooo! and this too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9geiPp9UFI0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9geiPp9UFI0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-4393630122423511896?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/4393630122423511896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=4393630122423511896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/4393630122423511896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/4393630122423511896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/09/long-post.html' title='long post'/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-6987134556042489279</id><published>2008-09-07T19:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T19:17:59.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>p.s. gaia online rocks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-6987134556042489279?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/6987134556042489279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=6987134556042489279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/6987134556042489279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/6987134556042489279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/09/p.html' title=''/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-8441107919588851142</id><published>2008-09-07T18:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T18:50:38.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;LAST DAY OF HOLIDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i decided to flush everything to the right (not bcoz of beyonce). today is the last day of holiday, and though i have not completed idu, studied science, memorise chinese, i did not study at all(ahem). to enjoy. yes and today i was really angry. i ate some assholly lousy food at church. then i was like sooo effing angry, so i went home and my CHINESE tution teacher arrived. she was supposed to gimme a 1.5 hr tution, but it became 3hours. 3HOURS OF EFFING NON STOP CHINESE. GAH@@@@@@@@@@@@@ effing angry. **minors please stop reading as i am gonna swear.**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;FUCK. eff eff eff. u noe why im so skeptical about vulgarities? cos im scared(yes, i DO get scared) that m rs sim, m iss (rona)tan, m rs chew or some bum that will cause me to be punished is reading my blog. gah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;right. sorry. and its really scary, paranoiaaaa, who are u??? are u mrs sim?? cos im scared that u are. cos kimberly had some bad experiences with mrs sim through her blog. and i think mrs sim really found this blog. so, from now on, s o t a   will become s*o*t*a*. so that if ANYONE types s*ota in google, they cant find me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-8441107919588851142?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/8441107919588851142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=8441107919588851142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/8441107919588851142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/8441107919588851142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/09/last-day.html' title='last day'/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-1039568024632752557</id><published>2008-09-05T13:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T13:33:27.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>discovery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: right; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;good singers, good voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came across this great singer on youtube. this is im yours by jason mraz. (sang by him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UkkLWkBMVxE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UkkLWkBMVxE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is stop and stare by one republic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Do475bl24xQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Do475bl24xQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is apologize by one republic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sm3FLHdrjlQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sm3FLHdrjlQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya. and so on so forth. i love him &lt;333333 he can sing really well, and i happen to like acoustic songs. like just a voice and a guitar, so that i can hear the voice clearly. it rocks!!@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks to kimberly, i discovered a series of how to videos. like how to be a ners, how to be a gangster, how to be a ninja, how to be emo and stuff. for others, u just type how to in the search bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooo. and this is super funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qehxjub5lyo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qehxjub5lyo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. now im gonna watch more stuff. bah bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-1039568024632752557?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/1039568024632752557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=1039568024632752557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/1039568024632752557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/1039568024632752557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/09/discovery.html' title='discovery'/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-3245524305947272340</id><published>2008-09-04T12:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T13:37:58.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>titless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;rushing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i dont know why. but since i was 11, i dint really want to go out during holidays, not even to restaurants or a movie or whatever. on even a holiday. i feel so reluctant. i dont know whats happened to me... wierd. does it happen to you too?&lt;/span&gt; well, i wanna go see a counsellor. someone better than *ahem*mrt*cough cough* yes. whatever. maybe im too attached to the computer, my darling radio station and my phone. maybe when i get a notebook next time i MIGHT just go on a holiday. my mom told me yesterday that i MUST go for the trip to anhui cos if i was not there, they would not know what to do. THEYRE using me@@@@@@@@@@@@ @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ freaking retarded. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i plan to finish IDU today. and im currently uploading the photos to picasa so just gimme a moment, ya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;so it took me a long time, tomorrow i shall upload the photos of my cousins wedding. i shall now facebook and play neopets. ahem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;anyway, this is the URL to the photos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/singaporean.dog.shyt/MalaysiaPhotos#"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. happy looking(??) i gotta go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-3245524305947272340?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/3245524305947272340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=3245524305947272340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/3245524305947272340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/3245524305947272340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/09/titless.html' title='titless'/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-7706315171441665468</id><published>2008-09-03T12:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T12:28:35.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>right</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;so i've thought over it. since i cant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; get the title to show, i'll write it on the post itself. the fonts is wierd. yes anyway, hope you'll like my blogskin. this is my third one already@@  i added a counter and a clock. im learning more and more about html nowadays, thanks to black bozo. i gotta go do my work now la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cmine%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt; 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font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~no lit hw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~IDU. dont ask me. 400 to 600 words. due on 19 sep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~med ed poster. due on 3rd week of T4. adobe website offers a 30 day free trial photoshop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~chinese. memorise all the words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~rush out some poems and prose for portfolio due on i dono when.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~find time to play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;yes. thats all. lots of homework, yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;maybe not. i need to go and eat as well as do some homework. i'll upload the photos when i have time. seriously. goodbye~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;theres something special about her blog&lt;/span&gt;. i just dont know why. anyway.. sarah, i just wanna let u know that &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;dreams DO come true&lt;/span&gt;. just dont dream to big. your dream to become an actress might just come true, since u are doing theatre right now. and, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;start fulfilling ur dreams by dreaming small&lt;/span&gt;. like me! last night, i dreamt of having kit kat for breakfast and it was fulfilled. at other times, i dream that i can take te bus home with viraj &amp;amp; sarah frances (and that you guys will not be tired on the bus so that we can do some 'storytelling'). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;sometimes, it comes true. sometimes, it doesn't&lt;/span&gt;. sometimes, i dream that i would not meet MRT. it has been fulfilled. at least, until now. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;so you see, dreams do come true&lt;/span&gt;. besides, you could join some crappy singing competiton next time and you might just win whith &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;your good looks, good voice and exellent acting skills(??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;yes. so,  keep dreaming. start small.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-4517861326450920489?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/4517861326450920489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=4517861326450920489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/4517861326450920489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/4517861326450920489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/09/to-sarah-frances.html' title='to sarah frances...'/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-9022425642162802106</id><published>2008-09-02T12:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T12:49:34.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today in history.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" href="http://www.thehistorychannel.co.uk/site/this_day_in_history/this_day_September_2.php"&gt;click HERE&lt;/a&gt; to see what happened on 2 september. yes. totally random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im now trying to rush out my creative writing portfolio. i need to pass it up on monday. i must 'keep up the good work', according t ms seah... i was wondering. do we do things to impress people or because we like doing it. for me, i think that 30% of the things i do is for others, while 70% is about me. carallie is... ... i pity her. right. i feel really flustered when i see a;; the papers lying around in my room, waiting to be filed up. im really scared of those papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you how i feel about the anhui trip (mission trip to china in november)&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" href="http://www.travelchinaguide.com/cityguides/anhui/"&gt; click HERE&lt;/a&gt; to find out about its tourists attractions and &lt;a href="http://clinicaltrials.gov/ct2/show/NCT00094354"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; about the bad things there. and i still dono what i have to go there 4. i have a feeling that they are just using me, just because im from an art school. they even said... we need you. we would be lost without you. that was hurting, as if i was a free labour worker. im supposed to go there to help the sunday school kids decorate the place. the church peeps have a proposal that i think will not really work and will look really cheap. they are thinking of pasting paper cut-outs on the walls. i mean like wth. so i gave an idea to like sorta paint the tables and benches with paint. then they said good idea... we can use poster paint to do it. WTF. poster paint. it will come off in like...2 hours&gt;&gt; i said use arcrylic paint then they say too expensive... ... i really dono what they want. then now, my mom is asking me to learn to draw sheep so that i can teache them how to do it. i mean like, why would i need to LEARN how to draw sheeep. does she really think lowly of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really confusd now. someone please help me lah... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, im really bored right now.  so... im feeling neutral right now. right,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye lorh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-9022425642162802106?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/9022425642162802106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=9022425642162802106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/9022425642162802106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/9022425642162802106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/09/today-in-history.html' title='today in history.'/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-3386958482191054015</id><published>2008-09-01T23:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T00:07:01.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>contemplation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i have been thinking. i have scanned my computer. there is virus and im gonna remove it. what if one day, my whole computer breaks down? its really scary. i swear. no idea why im bloging this late. no idea if anyone even reads this blog. it seems so quiet, so scary, as if i am isolated from the whole entire beautiful world that lies ahead of me. and, i would like to widen my social circle. not only to guys and girls, but also to transgender, lesbian and gay people. i would like to know how they feel. i think that they are cool and i have NOTHING against them. they're unique and just special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; i guess everyone has their own personalities and we just have to learn to acept them as they are, yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-quoted by christie, a post on romit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;yes. that was abit impromtu. i havent really talked about my malaysia trip. yes. when i went there, i was suppper pissed off. all the aunties started asking me what i study in the school, english? maths? and stuff. one was so disrespectful. he said "the people who are in the art industry(meaning us, sota ppl) will be jobless in future. who appreciates art?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;dear uncle. it is only u, the ignorant one that does not apptrciate art. just because u live in a small kampong in malaysia dosent mean that u have the power to criticise art. u only noe how to kill chickens and duck. bozo. i bet u never ever ever went to a concert, movie, art gallery or dance performance before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;lets continue. so. the virus scan just said that i had to reboot computer to disinfect the computer. gonna do that later. so. christine has this secret stalker named bee ying. she studies in bedok green sec and is taking her technical o levels this year. calls her everyday. so i snort and make funny noises and sing etc. when she calls. that is, if im with christine at the point of time in which she calls.) sometimes i feel.. why is there all these friendship shit going around... like.. this person is blah blah.. don be her friend... sometimes i really feel tired of all these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;right. so im having this conversation on msn with a really cute malaysian girl. so here goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS im 'yay i bought twilight, breaking dawn, eclipse and new moon says:'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay i bought twilight, breaking dawn, eclipse and new moon says:&lt;br /&gt;aloo&lt;br /&gt; carrieLie says:&lt;br /&gt;harlowwwwwwwwwwwwww&lt;br /&gt; carrieLie says:&lt;br /&gt;me v bored&lt;br /&gt; carrieLie says:&lt;br /&gt;wuwuww&lt;br /&gt;yay i bought twilight, breaking dawn, eclipse and new moon says:&lt;br /&gt;orh&lt;br /&gt;yay i bought twilight, breaking dawn, eclipse and new moon says:&lt;br /&gt;can sms me lo..&lt;br /&gt;yay i bought twilight, breaking dawn, eclipse and new moon says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay i bought twilight, breaking dawn, eclipse and new moon says:&lt;br /&gt;i os veri bored&lt;br /&gt;yay i bought twilight, breaking dawn, eclipse and new moon says:&lt;br /&gt;and i call the company say no matter wad sms i send all 5 cent&lt;br /&gt; carrieLie says:&lt;br /&gt;wooo&lt;br /&gt; carrieLie says:&lt;br /&gt;i sms u at midnite?&lt;br /&gt; carrieLie says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt; carrieLie says:&lt;br /&gt;wad time u sleep?&lt;br /&gt;yay i bought twilight, breaking dawn, eclipse and new moon says:&lt;br /&gt;umm&lt;br /&gt;yay i bought twilight, breaking dawn, eclipse and new moon says:&lt;br /&gt;i dono..&lt;br /&gt;yay i bought twilight, breaking dawn, eclipse and new moon says:&lt;br /&gt;but now holiday, so mebbe 1?&lt;br /&gt;yay i bought twilight, breaking dawn, eclipse and new moon says:&lt;br /&gt;normal day is abt 10 to 11&lt;br /&gt; carrieLie says:&lt;br /&gt;woo&lt;br /&gt; carrieLie says:&lt;br /&gt;so early&lt;br /&gt; carrieLie says:&lt;br /&gt;i always sleep at 5am then wake up at 7.30 for skul&lt;br /&gt; carrieLie says:&lt;br /&gt;hmmm&lt;br /&gt; carrieLie says:&lt;br /&gt;pimple pop out and dark circle ring&lt;br /&gt;yay i bought twilight, breaking dawn, eclipse and new moon says:&lt;br /&gt;wad....&lt;br /&gt;yay i bought twilight, breaking dawn, eclipse and new moon says:&lt;br /&gt;but why 5am&lt;br /&gt; carrieLie says:&lt;br /&gt;i dunoo&lt;br /&gt; carrieLie says:&lt;br /&gt;insomnia&lt;br /&gt; carrieLie says:&lt;br /&gt;love matter&lt;br /&gt; carrieLie says:&lt;br /&gt;i got hurt&lt;br /&gt;yay i bought twilight, breaking dawn, eclipse and new moon says:&lt;br /&gt;hurt?&lt;br /&gt; carrieLie says:&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt; carrieLie says:&lt;br /&gt;heart breoken&lt;br /&gt; carrieLie says:&lt;br /&gt;broken*&lt;br /&gt;yay i bought twilight, breaking dawn, eclipse and new moon says:&lt;br /&gt;y?&lt;br /&gt;yay i bought twilight, breaking dawn, eclipse and new moon says:&lt;br /&gt;boyfren dump u?&lt;br /&gt; carrieLie says:&lt;br /&gt;wait ar&lt;br /&gt;yay i bought twilight, breaking dawn, eclipse and new moon says:&lt;br /&gt;k&lt;br /&gt; carrieLie says:&lt;br /&gt;name him A ok?&lt;br /&gt;yay i bought twilight, breaking dawn, eclipse and new moon says:&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt; carrieLie says:&lt;br /&gt;A has a gf alr, i name his gf B, and me C&lt;br /&gt;yay i bought twilight, breaking dawn, eclipse and new moon says:&lt;br /&gt;can i put this on my blog?&lt;br /&gt; carrieLie says:&lt;br /&gt;put wad?&lt;br /&gt;yay i bought twilight, breaking dawn, eclipse and new moon says:&lt;br /&gt;this convo&lt;br /&gt; carrieLie says:&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;yay i bought twilight, breaking dawn, eclipse and new moon says:&lt;br /&gt;for fun.&lt;br /&gt; carrieLie says:&lt;br /&gt;hmmm&lt;br /&gt; carrieLie says:&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;yay i bought twilight, breaking dawn, eclipse and new moon says:&lt;br /&gt;then&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You have just sent a nudge.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; carrieLie says:&lt;br /&gt;err&lt;br /&gt;yay i bought twilight, breaking dawn, eclipse and new moon says:&lt;br /&gt;hurry&lt;br /&gt; carrieLie says:&lt;br /&gt;a make me fall for him&lt;br /&gt;yay i bought twilight, breaking dawn, eclipse and new moon says:&lt;br /&gt;i oni can online 5 mins&lt;br /&gt;yay i bought twilight, breaking dawn, eclipse and new moon says:&lt;br /&gt;ya&lt;br /&gt;yay i bought twilight, breaking dawn, eclipse and new moon says:&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;br /&gt;yay i bought twilight, breaking dawn, eclipse and new moon says:&lt;br /&gt;u like him. then?&lt;br /&gt; carrieLie says:&lt;br /&gt;i loved him&lt;br /&gt; carrieLie says:&lt;br /&gt;he used to tell me tat he luvs me alot&lt;br /&gt;yay i bought twilight, breaking dawn, eclipse and new moon says:&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt; carrieLie says:&lt;br /&gt;but now he remain his gf&lt;br /&gt;yay i bought twilight, breaking dawn, eclipse and new moon says:&lt;br /&gt;o&lt;br /&gt; carrieLie says:&lt;br /&gt;i was a fool&lt;br /&gt;yay i bought twilight, breaking dawn, eclipse and new moon says:&lt;br /&gt;so he cheat u&gt;&lt;br /&gt; carrieLie says:&lt;br /&gt;im his toy&lt;br /&gt;yay i bought twilight, breaking dawn, eclipse and new moon says:&lt;br /&gt;ur parents noe?&lt;br /&gt; carrieLie says:&lt;br /&gt;can say tat. toy wif my feelings&lt;br /&gt; carrieLie says:&lt;br /&gt;parents duno&lt;br /&gt;yay i bought twilight, breaking dawn, eclipse and new moon says:&lt;br /&gt;o&lt;br /&gt;yay i bought twilight, breaking dawn, eclipse and new moon says:&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;yay i bought twilight, breaking dawn, eclipse and new moon says:&lt;br /&gt;u poor thing. when did that happen?&lt;br /&gt; carrieLie says:&lt;br /&gt;not long ago&lt;br /&gt;yay i bought twilight, breaking dawn, eclipse and new moon says:&lt;br /&gt;ok then&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You have just sent a nudge.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; carrieLie says:&lt;br /&gt;yes?&lt;br /&gt;yay i bought twilight, breaking dawn, eclipse and new moon says:&lt;br /&gt;what next&lt;br /&gt;yay i bought twilight, breaking dawn, eclipse and new moon says:&lt;br /&gt;did u slap him?&lt;br /&gt;yay i bought twilight, breaking dawn, eclipse and new moon says:&lt;br /&gt;shyt&lt;br /&gt;yay i bought twilight, breaking dawn, eclipse and new moon says:&lt;br /&gt;g2g&lt;br /&gt;yay i bought twilight, breaking dawn, eclipse and new moon says:&lt;br /&gt;sms ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats is. goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think im really professional tonite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-3386958482191054015?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/3386958482191054015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=3386958482191054015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/3386958482191054015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/3386958482191054015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/09/contemplation.html' title='contemplation'/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-8951248179706447906</id><published>2008-09-01T15:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T16:23:13.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;hi people. i bought lots of chocolates to put into the locker. kimberly will be so jealous *muahahahaha* btw,  i love my books. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;im deparately trying to get my shoes back&lt;/span&gt;. i think the officers are just skiving. they dont do their work. im gonna upload the photos another day, cos i haf lots of hw to do. and, im thinking of making a poetry blog. should i? and what URL should it be?? (please leave tag). oh, and i love you. just random. totally. for R5 peeps, u can click on the letter M in the CREAM to see the holiday homework. and, can any pro tell me how to do the IDU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-8951248179706447906?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/8951248179706447906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=8951248179706447906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/8951248179706447906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/8951248179706447906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-back.html' title='im back'/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-7905366414206181445</id><published>2008-08-30T20:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T20:33:09.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in malaysia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;yes. im in &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;malaysia&lt;/span&gt; now. which part of it? - &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;batu pahat&lt;/span&gt;. (click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Batu_Pahat"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" href="http://www.virtualtourist.com/travel/Asia/Malaysia/Negeri_Johor/Batu_Pahat-1280794/TravelGuide-Batu_Pahat.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; to find out more about it) im in my aunt's house and surprisingly there's internet. i wonder how many people are reading this. maybe one day i will be like xia xue. (singapore's no.1 blogger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;click HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; to go to her blog) ok. maybe i should stop fantasizing. ways, i just had my haircut. hahahahahaha. tomorrow will be my cousins wedding and i shall put lots and lots of photos on blogger on monday or something like dat. geez. xia xue is really cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;todayt i spent like 3.5 hours in the car. sian lo..... n den i ate lots of stuff 4 dinner and it was really cheap, like RM58, which is about&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; S$25 ( for 7 ppl).&lt;/span&gt; 1 person 3 dollars. in school can buy like only&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; 1 bowl of oyako/yakiniku/teriyaki chicken/whatever bowl and a nutri soy less sugar(??)&lt;/span&gt;... sorry i got carried away. anyway, thats all for today. oh, and... i love xia xue, though i think sometimes she seems um... proud and snobbish and bitchy. but i still love her@@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS is anyone getting tired of the blogskin ( should i change it?) please leave ttag arrh... thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-7905366414206181445?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/7905366414206181445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=7905366414206181445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/7905366414206181445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/7905366414206181445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-malaysia.html' title='in malaysia.'/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-9222524297612256891</id><published>2008-08-29T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T22:00:08.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my darling books.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;yay im like so goddamn happy. i just bought the four stephenie meyers books:( you can click on them to get the book summaries that i got from wiki).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="a%20href=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Twilight_%28novel%29"&gt;twilight @ $17.49&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_Moon_%28novel%29"&gt;new moon @ $19.21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eclipse_%28novel%29"&gt;eclipse @ $19.21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Breaking_Dawn"&gt;breaking dawn @ $21.29&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ok so that cost about $77.20. but MPH had a sale. for every $30 you spent, you can get 1 out of 5 (choose) different selected books at $1 each. So i got &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Theft_%28novel%29"&gt;'THEFT-a love story' by peter carey&lt;/a&gt; ($1) and also '&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Our-Lady-Forest-David-Guterson/dp/0375412115"&gt;OUR LADY OF THE FOREST&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Our-Lady-Forest-David-Guterson/dp/0375412115"&gt;' by david gutterson &lt;/a&gt;($1).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so all these should be $78.20. but thank god, MPH had yet ANOTHER sale. 20% off all my books. so the final bill was about $62. THEN I WAS LIKE WOW@ 6 books for 62??? wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i g2g now. i'll be going to malaysia tomorrow. and come back on sunday nite. oh, and my irritating little cousin is taking the car too. what should i doooo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-9222524297612256891?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/9222524297612256891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=9222524297612256891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/9222524297612256891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/9222524297612256891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-darling-books.html' title='my darling books.'/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-2227768560731583953</id><published>2008-08-29T13:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T14:51:40.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>many things to say.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;firstly, today is teachers day. we had a gr8 time and amni was singing and elias was on the key board. 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color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;then they decided to have an encore. and it was this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5e56418bd053b6bc" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5e56418bd053b6bc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329968103%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D441F3720ECFD3E512A1E492A2839D978C17D44CF.7F4B31999904EA779DA3F29568755B2279400C17%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5e56418bd053b6bc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Df7umhAH2xtUYo6sfxnxtxP6mzes&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5e56418bd053b6bc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329968103%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D441F3720ECFD3E512A1E492A2839D978C17D44CF.7F4B31999904EA779DA3F29568755B2279400C17%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5e56418bd053b6bc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Df7umhAH2xtUYo6sfxnxtxP6mzes&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;so i went back to ai tong all by myself. i thought no one was gonna remember me but they were pretty friendly to me, especially joey(??? what happened). i forgot to bring presents for teachers so... yea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;remember my shoes? i call sbs like crazy but they say all the lines engage. what crap lah@@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; ahem. and tomoro im going to malaysia for my cousins wedding and welcoime the holidays. i dont really feel like going anywhere...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;sheesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; i just found a free movie downloads website. xunlei.com. umm im really pissed off now cos its all in chinese and i cant reach sbs. so cheerios @ @ @ @ @&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/8358367547642071485-2227768560731583953?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5e56418bd053b6bc&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7eab591c75020bd5&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/2227768560731583953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=2227768560731583953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/2227768560731583953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/2227768560731583953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/08/many-things-to-say.html' title='many things to say.'/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-5957281088318755843</id><published>2008-08-28T19:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T19:28:31.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whoooops</title><content type='html'>am i being soo mean to denise that god has decided to punish me????&lt;br /&gt;cos i just realised i left my shoebag with my shoes on the bus 14. now im ging to go to sbstransit website and try to geddit back. hang on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gees... i found the lost and found thingy but i cant submit it. something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just called up and they told me to call during working hours@@@@@@@@@@ i mean like wtf@@@@@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun really care anymore. only a pair of shoes only mah gahhhhhhhhhhh@@@@@@@@@@@@@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-5957281088318755843?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/5957281088318755843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=5957281088318755843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/5957281088318755843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/5957281088318755843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/08/whoooops.html' title='whoooops'/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-4449126121187351934</id><published>2008-08-28T13:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T13:40:46.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rugby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;yesterday there was a rugby tournament. it was really bad. i mean, although my team got into the semi finals, lots if people cried and friends fell out. im really booooooed now. yesterday, this happened.(after we lost a game)~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;CHRISTINE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;... ... ...(keep quiet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;DENISE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;you should not blame joan for making us lose. its the teams fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;*christine did not say anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ALETHEA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;joan's a effing bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;DENISE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i agree. she pushed me away just now so i could not stop xxx from scoring a touchdown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;AWHILE LATER~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I WAS EMOING COS OF IT(NOT BECAUSE WE LOST, BUT BECAUSE THEY WERE BLAMING ME)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;DENISE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;joan... why are you so sad... you can tell me what happened... maybe i can help you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;waleow.umm i hate this kind of two faced people.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; denise, if u are reading this, please... just get out of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;the bell just rung. i've gotta go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-4449126121187351934?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/4449126121187351934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=4449126121187351934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/4449126121187351934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/4449126121187351934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/08/rugby.html' title='rugby'/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-5692632759770032321</id><published>2008-08-26T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T20:53:15.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>realise.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;today we had the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;ihss presentation&lt;/span&gt; thingy. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;we were questioned till we were tongue tied&lt;/span&gt;. it was olivias fault. but jing jie started blaming me for no reason. ass. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;im really angry&lt;/span&gt;. any way, lit was REALLY booooring today. but i produced a really nice art piece. someday, im gonna take pics of ALL my art work and put it on some public photo album...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ooooooooooo! my dad just gave me my prepaid handphone card- $35@@@@@@@@ muahahahahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;right. im done &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;frolicking in happiness&lt;/span&gt;. anyway, something is going on with denise and ko and crystal n christine n vera...... weird. ummm i think during the semtember holiday i will upload the pics of the ihss thingy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; i need to to make a couple of teachers day card. by the way, ats ppl, are u guys going back on friday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today in the morning, romit came with a BIG bag of envolopes with names on it. he gave it to sarah frances. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;it contained a letter that said something like... u're special of something. oh, and also 50 cents. tara recieved 1 too.&lt;/span&gt; some others did too. clarissa told romit to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;stop bribing people&lt;/span&gt;. i notice that &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;romit, though irritating and weird, has become uhhhh.... popular. yes. popular&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll leave you to contemplate about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;P.S. sarah frances can be bitchy(if she wants to). shes cute as in super cute when she scrunches up her face. it looks like its a piece of paper and someone is crumpling it. i cant understand why romit likes her. shes too good for romit. i think she'd rather marry a girl than romit, though no offence, romit... am i being mean??? this P.S. note is getting too long so bah-bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-5692632759770032321?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/5692632759770032321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=5692632759770032321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/5692632759770032321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/5692632759770032321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/08/realise.html' title='realise.'/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-2317255624236780052</id><published>2008-08-25T20:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T20:33:48.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks christie &amp; ms jessie &amp; some other people</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;today, i was rushing out the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ihss project&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;ms jessie even had to smash a tile for me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;i was so busy, i dint realise that i had an overdue book on ancient phoenicia. luckily, the&lt;/span&gt; very-kind-ultra-nice-super-pretty-best-personality-god-loves-her christie helped me return it on her way home. i owe the library 1.60&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;i went to popular and wanted to buy twilight. BUT it was sold out @@@@@@@@@@@@@ &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;im currently looking for a cheap twilight&lt;/span&gt;. anyone who knows where please please leave a tag and lemme noe. and i have a 15% discount @ popular. so i need it reallllly cheap cos im almost broke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;and i sorta really need to go now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;ps today i took 166 home with shabnam and i think i should thank her for helping me make my ihss aretefact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;PSS for those ats ppl who are reading, ihss is integrated humanities social sciences. basically its social studies, geog, history dumped in2 1 subject.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;PSSS we're(year 1 art students) gonna paint the walls of the school. me and ko's group (shoelaces) are gonna paint emo stuff outside room for you(the counselling room)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;CREDITS 2 PPL WHO MADE MY DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ms jessie............for helping me SMASHIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;christie...............for helping me return my book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;shabnam+bettina+those peeps in my group without jing jie.............for helping me glue stuff together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8358367547642071485-2317255624236780052?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/2317255624236780052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=2317255624236780052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/2317255624236780052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/2317255624236780052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/08/thanks-christie-ms-jessie-some-other.html' title='thanks christie &amp; ms jessie &amp; some other people'/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-8210108623898726518</id><published>2008-08-24T19:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T19:40:31.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay</title><content type='html'>i've finally found the perfect blogskin. muahahaha. please continue to spread the goodness of mah blog to people around you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-8210108623898726518?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/8210108623898726518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=8210108623898726518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/8210108623898726518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/8210108623898726518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/08/yay_24.html' title='yay'/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-1283897087282000376</id><published>2008-08-24T18:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T19:39:44.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>project</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_muvP__UwrYk/SLE6ToaKJaI/AAAAAAAAANo/E8F8fUmV8hA/s1600-h/SSL11999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 101px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_muvP__UwrYk/SLE6ToaKJaI/AAAAAAAAANo/E8F8fUmV8hA/s200/SSL11999.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238031950547658146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_muvP__UwrYk/SLE45NC82SI/AAAAAAAAANY/k0i9DWtx1Xs/s1600-h/SSL11998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 101px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_muvP__UwrYk/SLE45NC82SI/AAAAAAAAANY/k0i9DWtx1Xs/s200/SSL11998.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238030397014333730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;i cant seem to figure out why all my posts are italics. anyway, it was raining heavily and i saw 2 roaches making love. sounds amazing right ??? just take a look. their butts were stuck together. and when my mom used newspaper t whack them, they didnot budge. their butts were doggedly stuck together the way two opposite sides of a magnet stick to each other. how sweet. but come to think of it, they're roaches.so... yea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;.yes. and today during church i was &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;smsing sarah f and after awhile, she sent me an sms that made me laaf out loud during the sermon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;SARAH&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;i'll have to stop smsing you now, cos the pastor looks as if he wants to murder me with the bible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;i went to bishan library after that and met up with jing jie and andrew for the IHSS project.. mun sum wasnt there. we had a really great time crapping about and stuff. yea. i went to popular in search of twilight but it wasnt there. it was outta stock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;the pastor told me that i had to go to a mission trip in china, anhui village to help the little children in the sunday school paint the walls/tables/chairs and just decorate it, and i can say im not really sure about this. i mean, its a VILLAGE. will there be signal, internet connection, warm bath water, proper hotels and nice comfy blankets? will it be clean or what...  joan... stop  wondering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;right. so now, i have to go rush the script for IHSS. oh, and munsum... if u're reading this,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PLEASE MEMORISE ALL THE STUFF, U BOZO... IF NOT, WE WILL FAIL AND U WILL DIE. THERE WILL BE 3 PEOPLE KILLING U. NO, ITS 11. PLUS OUR PARENTS AND YOURS TOO. BEWARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!@@#$%^&amp;amp;*()@#$%^&amp;amp;*)((**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;ps. i feel like changing my blogskin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-1283897087282000376?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/1283897087282000376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=1283897087282000376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/1283897087282000376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/1283897087282000376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/08/project.html' title='project'/><author><name>joan°☆°</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_muvP__UwrYk/SLE6ToaKJaI/AAAAAAAAANo/E8F8fUmV8hA/s72-c/SSL11999.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358367547642071485.post-6107789141167259917</id><published>2008-08-23T18:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T18:29:25.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>interesting stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;today, my dad was driving me to some crappy tuition. it was raining heavily. then, his car accidentally just touched the back of the car in front of us. that old man got us to follow his car and we stopped somewhere. he &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;made my dad pay &lt;/span&gt;$200. well, all i can say is that god is gracious. why? well, thats because he was an ass. that guy had silver streaks of hair. he was wearing some yucky khaki tee shirt with brown blotches all over it. he tucked in his shirt and pulled it reight up to the top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;and remember what i said about the photos of art fest,click&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/singaporean.dog.shyt/SotaArtFest1316August08/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href=http://picasaweb.google.com/singaporean.dog.shyt/SotaArtFest1316August08/&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/singaporean.dog.shyt/SotaArtFest1316August08/"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;to see them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/singaporean.dog.shyt/SotaArtFest1316August08/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-6107789141167259917?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/6107789141167259917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=6107789141167259917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/6107789141167259917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/6107789141167259917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/08/interesting-stuff.html' title='interesting stuff'/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-7035710813053226603</id><published>2008-08-22T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T22:13:12.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;mmm. 3 posts in a day...&lt;br /&gt;aNYWAY, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;THE CHEAP MOVIE WAS OK&lt;/span&gt;. KIMBERLY KEPT CRACKING UP AND LAUGHING BECAUSE SHE SAID WE'RE GONNA WATCH THE CHEAP MOOVIE...&lt;br /&gt;OKAYYYYY...ooops its all in caps.&lt;br /&gt;yes and theres gonna be the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;year 1 rugby tournament&lt;/span&gt; on this wed. ur group identity is tie a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;ponytail with a pink ribbon&lt;/span&gt;...how the hell am i gonna do that (my hair cant be tied)... anyway, i have been linking people. so, if ur name isnt dere, just leave a tag :D&lt;br /&gt;i'll upload some pics of the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;sota art fest&lt;/span&gt; 2moro maybe??? and really, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;thanks kimberly&lt;/span&gt; lots for helping me with the tagboard. now im gonna stress over how im gonna tie my oh-so-short hair into a ponytail. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;maybe a beansprout&lt;/span&gt;... whatever, joan...bye ~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-7035710813053226603?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/7035710813053226603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=7035710813053226603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/7035710813053226603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/7035710813053226603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/08/mmm.html' title=''/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-3258332740278667439</id><published>2008-08-22T13:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T13:16:50.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kimberly part 2</title><content type='html'>right. so the bozo is making me change the post. she wants me to say : kimberly is a smart and nice person. she is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;not&lt;/span&gt; retarded and is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;not&lt;/span&gt; bozoey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-3258332740278667439?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/3258332740278667439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=3258332740278667439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/3258332740278667439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/3258332740278667439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/08/kimberly-part-2.html' title='kimberly part 2'/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-8667721741544236557</id><published>2008-08-22T13:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T13:14:24.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kimberly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;kimberly  was freaking out today cos i keep calling her retard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(which she IS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, shes so stupid that she dosent even know that. anyway, im like suppper hungry now and i need to eat. if not, my brain will turn into &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;cotton&lt;/span&gt; and my tummy will turn into &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;jhonsons baby powder&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and im going to watch the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;$1 red cliff movie&lt;/span&gt; with the whole school l8r at 3.15. bb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-8667721741544236557?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/8667721741544236557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=8667721741544236557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/8667721741544236557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/8667721741544236557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/08/kimberly.html' title='kimberly'/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-3849881249580039533</id><published>2008-08-21T05:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T17:45:21.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so today in the morning i heard that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;almost half of r6 failed the chinese compo test&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i was so effing worried.&lt;/span&gt; so i got my test back and guess what... ...&lt;br /&gt;i got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;17\20&lt;/span&gt;!!!! i could have gotten &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;19\20&lt;/span&gt; but cos of the effing wrong words. i wanna go to watch movies on 29 and 30 of august. theres stardust, meet the robinsons, hairspray, rattatouie&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(??)&lt;/span&gt;, transformers, xmen 3 and stuff. each movie ticket is like only 2bucks.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and.. tommorow, im going to the red cliff movie. me and the whole school. i paid only like 1dollar. yes. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;1 dollar.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;tara passed her chinese test&lt;/span&gt;. im gonna upload a vid of her cracking up happily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fa585c5880beb2df" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfa585c5880beb2df%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329968103%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2E825F73A69DC5435151EA99B50AB90E2D13CB3B.2E0055AB7F8CD0458084549D962087313D678C45%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfa585c5880beb2df%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5WaxqNgJSudPf9MhA58gkm5o-lc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfa585c5880beb2df%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329968103%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2E825F73A69DC5435151EA99B50AB90E2D13CB3B.2E0055AB7F8CD0458084549D962087313D678C45%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfa585c5880beb2df%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5WaxqNgJSudPf9MhA58gkm5o-lc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;yes. thats her. oh. 1 more thing. i got &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;75\100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for maths!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... im happy :D cos this semester i havent been really studying hard. i have just been copying answers from the whiteboard. viraj says that its called &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;subconcious learning&lt;/span&gt;. whatever, viraj. and, i dint expect to pass. :D im really scared that ill fail ihss cos i already failed once. . . . . . &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;mrs yeo, if u are reading this, please please let me pass this time round !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was with &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;moira&lt;/span&gt; today during lunch. she was singing. and she asked me if i was entertained watching her sing and play the piano. i was &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;(her singing was horibble :D jkjk) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;emm. i g2g now...&lt;br /&gt;Kimberly is gonna help me with my imeem music and the tagboard tomorrow.so ciao!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358367547642071485-3849881249580039533?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=fa585c5880beb2df&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/3849881249580039533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=3849881249580039533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/3849881249580039533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/3849881249580039533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/08/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>joan°☆°</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-8358367547642071485.post-20955775463794048</id><published>2008-08-20T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T17:17:39.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;k so... this is my very first blog. right.&lt;br /&gt;firstly, i would like to clarify the meaning of this blog url.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;black&lt;/span&gt; is my favourite colour.&lt;br /&gt;bozo is my favourite word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;oh, an there was this freaking retarded ARC test today. it was essay writing. roopa is taking my car to school from today onwards. i really envy kimberly, coz shes in the photography club!!! ( and im not--) emm peeps, i'll have a textbox later this month, so just be patient and wait. right. um im hungry now, so bye~&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/8358367547642071485-20955775463794048?l=blackbozo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/feeds/20955775463794048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358367547642071485&amp;postID=20955775463794048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/20955775463794048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358367547642071485/posts/default/20955775463794048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbozo.blogspot.com/2008/08/yay.html' title='yay'/><author><name>joan°☆°</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
