<?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-8430090079365022405</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:23:45.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maskeraid.!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>189</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-5190863878367725549</id><published>2009-12-21T00:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T00:31:18.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I USE THIS BLOG FOR PREVIEWS NOW.</title><content type='html'>Manarie li que vaqeriao |At vver eos et accusam dignissum qui blandit est praesent luptatum delenit aigue excepteur sint occae. Et harumd dereud facilis est er expedit distinct. Yoii rockem sockem mow-em yown. Manarie li que vaqeriao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Occae et harumb bet theap. Est praesent luptatum. Ha! Bis nostrud exercitation ullam mmodo consequet. Duis aute in voluptate velit esse cillum dolore eu fugiat nulla pariatur. At vver eos et accusam dignissum qui blandit est praesent luptatum delenit aigue excepteur sint occae. Et harumd dereud facilis est er expedit distinct. Et harumd dereud facilis est er expedit distinct. Yoii rockem sockem mow-em yown. Manarie li que vaqeriao. Occae et harumb bet theap. Est praesent luptatum. Dignissum qui blandit est praesent luptatum delenit aigue excepteur sint occae.&lt;br /&gt;Et harumd dereud facilis est er expedit distinct. Et harumd dereud facilis est er expedit distinct. Yoii rockem sockem mow-em yown. Manarie li que vaqeriao. Occae et harumb bet theap. Est praesent luptatum. Ha! Bis nostrud exercitation ullam mmodo consequet. 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Et harumd dereud facilis est er expedit distinct.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and if you're wondering, my current blog is now &lt;a href="http://maskeraid.wordpress.com"&gt;maskeraid@wordpress&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-5190863878367725549?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/5190863878367725549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-use-this-blog-for-previews-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/5190863878367725549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/5190863878367725549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-use-this-blog-for-previews-now.html' title='I USE THIS BLOG FOR PREVIEWS NOW.'/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-5810588508633047278</id><published>2009-06-28T16:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T16:08:04.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I mugged so hard in preparation for this week, yet I don't really know whether I'm -truly- ready. I hope I don't freak out halfway through the papers this week. &gt;3.5 GPA or bust for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I don't study, I MUG because knowing me I won't get anything done unless I go all the way to the extreme end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Que sera, sera;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever will be will be.&lt;br /&gt;The future's not ours to see;&lt;br /&gt;Que sera, sera.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time. The paper's not going to wait for me to get ready so I should mentally prepare myself, starting NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn, are you ready? You sure? GOOD. Because this will be your first fight in SP for good grades, you definitely don't want to mess this up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;... Bring. It. On.&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/8430090079365022405-5810588508633047278?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/5810588508633047278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-mugged-so-hard-in-preparation-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/5810588508633047278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/5810588508633047278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-mugged-so-hard-in-preparation-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-7387849487034973968</id><published>2009-06-27T17:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T17:42:07.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's strange, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One minute I'm plodding around, completely alone and the next thing I knew, the moment I set foot into SP I've got a whole multitude of friends; I still keep in touch with Wang Chang papa, Sheralin mama and all the other FOCamp people and my classmates are actually genuinely nice to me instead of the hypocrites I used to face in STC. Of course the wing chun seniors are a lot nicer than my ex choir seniors as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems cheesy but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I finally feel like I belong someplace&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there are the annoying ones from the buddy class -coughcough- but hey, they're easily ignored. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, I don't regret stepping in SP. All the people I've met in this school so far have strengthened me in the littlest ways, even those people who never fail to annoy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's Wang Chang papa, Sheralin mama and all my Baloom brothers and sisters who were my first SP family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came Uncle Leon, who's really treated me like his own niece all this while, encouraging me to go further when I felt like I was in the pits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caihong, Pris, Queenie and all the other Year 1s who still hang out at club, they made me feel at home whenever I stepped into club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there was Charles and the gang of seniors who never failed to make me rofl in CLS club with their antics (i.e. EATING PAPER WHILE PLAYING POKER, man that's a CLASSIC).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, I'm glad I was posted to 1B/22 instead of 1B/21. It's obvious that the class bond amongst 1B/22 is a lot stronger than that in 1B/21. It's amazing how 1B/22 is like one giant clique that's only getting stronger while 1B/21 broke up into their mini cliques after the first 2 weeks of school. We have our inter class niggles every once in a while but that's usually ironed out by either Haikal or myself insulting each other using biological terms and making the class laugh and forget about it, amongst our other silly inside jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were posted to 1B/21 instead I think I would have been a very different person, and I don't mean that in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not exactly super close to the wing chun people yet but hey, it'll only be a matter of time. Day camp's over but there's still Poly 50 for us to get to know each other better. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm far from graduating but I can already foresee a stronger, more refined me walking out of the SP gates with a Diploma wiwth Merit at the end of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, I definitely don't regret choosing SP DBT over NP Biomed (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-7387849487034973968?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/7387849487034973968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-strange-really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/7387849487034973968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/7387849487034973968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-strange-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-4918473203155134095</id><published>2009-06-26T16:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T17:20:50.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A gist of what cheered me up yesterday after my outburst on Facebook.</title><content type='html'>So on Wednesday after reading JH's blog (cos I clicked on the wrong link, damn stupid right?) and saw a post that showed his hypocrisy, I got really pissed off and my Facebook status was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/SkSOgMJJGUI/AAAAAAAAAVU/ASDoylrJVRw/s1600-h/FB+status.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 39px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/SkSOgMJJGUI/AAAAAAAAAVU/ASDoylrJVRw/s320/FB+status.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351558940889520450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it led to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/SkSPEPNijDI/AAAAAAAAAVc/JzM3-tJXEr0/s1600-h/FB+note.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/SkSPEPNijDI/AAAAAAAAAVc/JzM3-tJXEr0/s320/FB+note.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351559560188562482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which led to this conversation between Derek and myself via MSN yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;(P.S: It's not word for word cos this happened yesterday and I didn't save the convo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derek: Tell me what happened. Now.&lt;br /&gt;Me: -gives JH's blog URL- You have to read all his posts to understand.&lt;br /&gt;Derek: ... You're pissed cos of the mug 5 hours comment?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Noooo, read his entire May and June archives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1 minute later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derek: WTF WHY IS HE SUCH A WHORE?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: I also dunno. But right now Chris (my first ex, for the uninitiated) practically looks like Gandhi compared to him.&lt;br /&gt;Derek: Wahlao ehhh. He lasted a week cos he realised he couldn't control you then does all this shit? FUCK HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(insert bits I forgot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derek: But seriously, I wanna hear it from you, why are you so pissed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me: I'm pissed with myself for caring so much about a guy who only wanted the status of being taken and not seeing it earlier.&lt;br /&gt;Derek: ... Haiyah, two faced bastards will be two faced bastards (from my PM yesterday). Let sleeping dogs lie. (:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he spent the rest of the conversation giving me hilarious http://www.cracked.com articles and http://www.thechive.com stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right, if you don't get the whole two faced bastard reference, it was from this conversation from a while back between Tony and myself, back when my MSN Messenger was working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/SkSQ2-QNGOI/AAAAAAAAAVk/za3rjnRW87s/s1600-h/Funniest+shit+so+far.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/SkSQ2-QNGOI/AAAAAAAAAVk/za3rjnRW87s/s320/Funniest+shit+so+far.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351561531321293026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you read correctly, I WASN'T THE FIRST ONE WHO CALLED JH A TWO FACED BASTARD. So don't blindly accuse me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, because of that, plus the concern from Alvin my chipmunk brother (XD), I didn't end up chain punching the wall again yesterday. As it is, I already bruised my left knuckle slightly cos I punched the wall with all my strength on Wednesday before I collapsed on my bed shaking with anger. It still hurts a bit but at least it's better than if the two of them didn't intervene and calm me down; I think I would have punched the wall until my knuckles bled if they didn't talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, here's a thank you to the both of you, or else I would have pretty bloody knuckles now. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-4918473203155134095?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/4918473203155134095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/06/gist-of-what-cheered-me-up-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/4918473203155134095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/4918473203155134095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/06/gist-of-what-cheered-me-up-yesterday.html' title='A gist of what cheered me up yesterday after my outburst on Facebook.'/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/SkSOgMJJGUI/AAAAAAAAAVU/ASDoylrJVRw/s72-c/FB+status.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-4947387106842067493</id><published>2009-06-24T18:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T18:46:36.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Strangest turn of events ever;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing for the CLS website under DBT, so when photos of DBT events come I'm supposed to write about what happened. All this because Mrs Mark somehow, somewhere along the way managed to see my writing and said I write quite well. Then Jin Yong, the Wing Chun president, told me next year I can be Publicity Head for Wing Chun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right, and I'm running for Poly 50, under Wing Chun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-4947387106842067493?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/4947387106842067493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/06/strangest-turn-of-events-ever-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/4947387106842067493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/4947387106842067493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/06/strangest-turn-of-events-ever-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-3642773567788841889</id><published>2009-06-22T21:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T22:41:45.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm relieved school's reopening as per normal, means MST will continue as scheduled and I can get it out of the way faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cell bio project with Wenjie and Nevin today, got quite a bit done because ours will be a small model. 6 tiny paper balls by 6 tiny paper balls for both layers with plasticine proteins :D Gonna glue them together tomorrow, then bring it back to school on Wednesday to finish it after wing chun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still drawing a list of pros and cons regarding asking Dr Yuen where I went wrong regarding my CA1. I mean, I already know it's carelessness on my part but there's the little bit in me that's telling me to clarify just in case. And the cons list mostly regards my self esteem issues so... heck it, I'll most probably see her on Wednesday before wing chun starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, this conversation snippet between Uncle Leon and myself earlier totally made me laugh:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Sj-WDYBmvMI/AAAAAAAAAVM/h-1eRw3SUao/s1600-h/Uncle+Leon%27s+epic+win+XD.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Sj-WDYBmvMI/AAAAAAAAAVM/h-1eRw3SUao/s320/Uncle+Leon%27s+epic+win+XD.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350159867072396482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Click to enlarge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah my uncle rocks lar. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's still another snippet between Tony and myself but that will be reserved for another time. X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, in Caihong's aquarium, I'm Peach the starfish from Finding Nemo. XD Go read her blog for details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, am off to revise a bit more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-3642773567788841889?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/3642773567788841889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-relieved-schools-reopening-as-per.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/3642773567788841889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/3642773567788841889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-relieved-schools-reopening-as-per.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Sj-WDYBmvMI/AAAAAAAAAVM/h-1eRw3SUao/s72-c/Uncle+Leon%27s+epic+win+XD.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-8832257760213665938</id><published>2009-06-17T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T00:00:41.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/SjkJ4w5Gg9I/AAAAAAAAAU8/P0OvrPfH9n4/s1600-h/Image067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/SjkJ4w5Gg9I/AAAAAAAAAU8/P0OvrPfH9n4/s320/Image067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348316903280903122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really like this photo I sneakily took of some of my classmates today during class outing. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, class outing was good although I feel a bit stupid for forgetting to order fire starters. At least I didn't poison anyone with my cookies. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just couldn't help but feel a tinge of sadness halfway through the outing, especially when people were trying to teach me how to ride a bike (and failing miserably cos I gave up after a while) cos this huge wave of memories took me off guard and I nearly started crying right there and then. Just when I think I've moved on, the memories come flooding back and leave me gasping for air while bawling my eyes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Chris, now Jia Hao. Why do both my biggest regrets come from the East side of this country? Particularly Chris cos he was my first and somehow he treated me a whole lot better than Jia Hao ever did. At least Chris bothered to try and change when I told him he was blur (and why on earth do I ALWAYS get the attention of the blur guys anyway??? Nvm...) and didn't try to do the whole guilt trip thing on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss him being there for me and now I just wish I didn't push him away with my paranoia. If we were still talking he'll be calling me every night just like the old days when we were best friends and he'll be just sitting by the phone hearing me out before he'd console me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's the problem right there; all the guys I'm close to are all protectors who need girlfriends who run to them screaming at the slightest obstacle while I bulldoze my way through even the biggest obstacles before anyone even realises the existence of the problem. This means I feel constrained and annoyed every time they butt in and solve a problem I had perfectly under control, especially if they make it worse in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever start dating again anytime soon, I need a guy who'd leave me alone to sort my own problems out unless I ASKED him for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said for now, I'll try not to think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-8832257760213665938?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/8832257760213665938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/06/really-like-this-photo-i-sneakily-took.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/8832257760213665938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/8832257760213665938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/06/really-like-this-photo-i-sneakily-took.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/SjkJ4w5Gg9I/AAAAAAAAAU8/P0OvrPfH9n4/s72-c/Image067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-1067629276141376654</id><published>2009-06-15T16:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T16:56:18.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BOOM BOOM POW! :D&lt;br /&gt;-rolls eyes- Dixon, Dixon... so what if I'm a bitch? I'll still trounce you any day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna play? You're on.&lt;br /&gt;After MSTs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-1067629276141376654?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/1067629276141376654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/06/boom-boom-pow-d-rolls-eyes-dixon-dixon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/1067629276141376654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/1067629276141376654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/06/boom-boom-pow-d-rolls-eyes-dixon-dixon.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-1980449793610897128</id><published>2009-06-13T14:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T14:53:03.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want more shoes, clothes, beauty and brains.&lt;br /&gt;Pfffffft...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-1980449793610897128?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/1980449793610897128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-want-more-shoes-clothes-beauty-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/1980449793610897128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/1980449793610897128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-want-more-shoes-clothes-beauty-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-9221268742344583471</id><published>2009-06-11T20:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T20:02:28.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need to remind myself to breathe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-9221268742344583471?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/9221268742344583471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-need-to-remind-myself-to-breathe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/9221268742344583471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/9221268742344583471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-need-to-remind-myself-to-breathe.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-1420805547286135526</id><published>2009-06-09T21:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T21:50:55.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dusty White Horse</title><content type='html'>(Loosely based on Taylor Swift's "White Horse." Seems similar yet different at the same time? Sue me, I'm not thinking straight. Wrote this cos I was bored, not because of the shit I've been putting myself through lately.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding on to patience wearing thin;&lt;br /&gt;the days drag on, the feelings&lt;br /&gt;spread further like a puddle&lt;br /&gt;quickly spreading out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a fool&lt;br /&gt;for thinking that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a princess,&lt;br /&gt;this was a fairytale.&lt;br /&gt;There was going to be someone to&lt;br /&gt;save this wretched form of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, once again&lt;br /&gt;on the urban cliff’s edge.&lt;br /&gt;Penknife in one hand,&lt;br /&gt;sleeping pills in the other.&lt;br /&gt;Why only one way to die&lt;br /&gt;when you can have three?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it’s too late for you&lt;br /&gt;and your worn out, dusty, ill&lt;br /&gt;white horse to catch me as I fall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-1420805547286135526?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/1420805547286135526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/06/dusty-white-horse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/1420805547286135526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/1420805547286135526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/06/dusty-white-horse.html' title='Dusty White Horse'/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-8305685920601444727</id><published>2009-06-09T19:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T19:46:45.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG CLASS OUTING!!!</title><content type='html'>Class outing confirm liao :D&lt;br /&gt;Details up on &lt;a href="http://dbt22ians09.blogspot.com/"&gt;CLASS BLOG&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now back to mugging. IOChem you spin my head right round right round~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-8305685920601444727?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/8305685920601444727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/06/omg-class-outing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/8305685920601444727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/8305685920601444727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/06/omg-class-outing.html' title='OMG CLASS OUTING!!!'/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-8970832893880447396</id><published>2009-06-09T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T00:05:00.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All right! Update on the class blog creation chronicles: CLASS BLOG IS NOW ON BLOGSPOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://dbt22ians09.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now to go delete the Livejournal one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-8970832893880447396?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/8970832893880447396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-right-update-on-class-blog-creation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/8970832893880447396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/8970832893880447396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-right-update-on-class-blog-creation.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-4808686339745445741</id><published>2009-06-08T14:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T16:02:15.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Who knew that trying to create a Google account for the class blog would be such a hassle. -growls-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(edit)&lt;br /&gt;Had to use Livejournal in the end -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian. Livejournal dammit limited but Blogspot too troublesome to make a new account and all. Nevermind, beggars can't be choosers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to all interested, the awesome class blog is &lt;a href="http://dbt1b22.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://dbt1b22.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt; :D Will let the rest of the class know the log in info and all tomorrow after IOChem lecture, so keep your ears open all 1B/22-ians! xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and P.S: To "Guest," the more you tag the more I'll ban. It doesn't eat into my mugging time at all, believe me. Just keep tagging and I'll keep banning every single one of your IP addresses until you run out of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(/edit)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-4808686339745445741?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/4808686339745445741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/06/who-knew-that-trying-to-create-google.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/4808686339745445741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/4808686339745445741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/06/who-knew-that-trying-to-create-google.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-4046114715589166646</id><published>2009-06-07T15:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T15:20:43.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like the following 2 things I found off the net:</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;5 reasons why Love sucks:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li l_yb8="1" yxq3q="0"&gt;First, the expression most commonly used with love is "falling in love." There is no better word to describe it. It is indeed "falling" in love, and that's what sucks about it. You are tricked into it like an addictive gambling game, and then you are tripped, and you fall, and you keep falling in a seemingly endless spiral. And, like everything that falls, you eventually hit a bottom, and it will be hard and painful. Falling in love only gives you an incurable ache when you reach the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li l_yb8="0" yxq3q="0"&gt;Second, love is blind. You will walk into love without seeing it, and you will follow love without noticing it. It will dictate your life, and you will not know it until the blindfold is gone, and you love no more. Only then will you realize what kind of sheep you had been while under the spell of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li l_yb8="0" yxq3q="0"&gt;Third, love hurts. When you fall in love, there are many times when your feelings are not returned, resulting in a painful void in your heart. The pain will seem unbearable, and was not worth the heady feeling you got before your love was not returned. After realizing the truth behind the disadvantages of love, and after experiencing the heartbreak for yourself, will you only realize how meaningless and futile your love was. Your love will only cut you open in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li l_yb8="0" yxq3q="0"&gt;"All is fair in love and war." This commonly used saying is very true, and will ony result in your downfall. Love often strikes many people at once, and for the same thing or person. Competition is what war is about, and love is just the same. You will compete with others to show your affection, and prove your love is most worthy. But, so will everyone else. When competition reaches your friends and family, and you focus only on the art of competition for love, you begin to lose the things you held dear before love struck you. Chances are, you will lose the competition to someone else, and you will be left with nothing, having sacrificed everything to try and win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li l_yb8="0" yxq3q="0"&gt;The most important reason that love sucks, and is not worth your time: your love is no more important than someone else's. Unless you are some sort of Casanova or Eros, the Greek god of Love and Passion, your love is only important as long as someone believes it is. To keep someone in need of your love, it takes a lifetime of adoration and spontaneity, or else they will look to someone else for the same love and adoration. In the end, love can only hurt you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: http://www.purpleslinky.com/Jokes/Relationship/Five-Reasons-Why-Love-Sucks.125907&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/SitpBO0nXqI/AAAAAAAAARQ/qjLWq-kb5Cc/s1600-h/Picture4-2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 149px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/SitpBO0nXqI/AAAAAAAAARQ/qjLWq-kb5Cc/s320/Picture4-2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344480852684791458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Unknown source.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to mug nao kthx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-4046114715589166646?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/4046114715589166646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-like-following-2-things-i-found-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/4046114715589166646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/4046114715589166646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-like-following-2-things-i-found-off.html' title='I like the following 2 things I found off the net:'/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/SitpBO0nXqI/AAAAAAAAARQ/qjLWq-kb5Cc/s72-c/Picture4-2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-557440515257744765</id><published>2009-06-06T19:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T19:54:34.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLIDAYS ARE HERE!</title><content type='html'>But I'm planning to mug most of the time for the next 3 weeks. I don't know about you but I'd feel really guilty slacking away when the first thing I'm gonna face when I go back to school is exams. I mean, it's only MSTs but I don't wanna screw up and repeat any modules or whatever. As it is, my cell bio practicals are fit for the drain, I've got a 6 mark average so far and that's not good. And of course Dr Yuen's not gonna be helping me pull my marks up if I fail by 0.2 marks or something because I haven't shown her that I will work my ass off to get where I want to go. But then again, I'd rather succeed based on my own merit and anyway she's done me a huge favour by not making me do the isolation of DNA practical or data sheet cos I was absent when everyone else did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I will relax once in a while but really, it's all about studies for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, anyway, mugging session with Kingsley wasn't quite as fruitful as I wanted it to be because my head hurts but at least I clocked 2 hours of Microbio. Gonna dedicate my 3 hours to Maths B to fill up my 5 hours quota a day. That's if I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haikal sent a message out to the entire class about class outing earlier, asking for suggestions. Was thinking of a pot luck BBQ and picnic by the beach whereby some people would bring raw food to barbeque and some would bring cooked food for the pot luck thing, but as Haikal said, it's too troublesome so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh, brain hurts. Will discuss this with the rest of the class later if they're online.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-557440515257744765?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/557440515257744765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/06/holidays-are-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/557440515257744765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/557440515257744765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/06/holidays-are-here.html' title='HOLIDAYS ARE HERE!'/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-4846972749435331017</id><published>2009-06-04T21:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T21:54:39.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An extremely angry post dedicated to someone. He or his little posse of donkeys should know I'm referring to him.</title><content type='html'>I don't want to dirty my blog by typing his name, but seriously;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can rot in a corner and sodomize Siberian yaks for the rest of your miserable, annoying, dogmatic, bigoted, superficial, asinine, useless, worthless, self destructive (and the list goes on and on) life but PLEASE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;STOP PULLING EVERYONE ELSE DOWN BY WASTING OUR TIME WITH YOUR INANE DISTRACTIONS. JUST BECAUSE YOU DON'T SEEM TO LIKE BEING IN THIS COURSE AND WANT TO GET YOURSELF EXPELLED DOESN'T MEAN YOU SHOULD BRING HALF OF DBT STAGE B DOWN THE BOTTOMLESS PIT ALONG WITH YOU. UNLIKE YOU, MAJORITY OF US GO TO SCHOOL TO STUDY SO FOR FUCK'S SAKE, IF YOU REALLY DON'T LIKE IT IN DBT THEN GET YOUR MUM TO WRITE A WITHDRAWAL LETTER AND GET YOUR SKINNY ASS OUT OF DBT. NO ONE WANTS TO FAIL BECAUSE OF PROBLEMS THAT WEREN'T THEIRS TO BEGIN WITH.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-growls- Back to mugging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-4846972749435331017?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/4846972749435331017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/06/extremely-angry-post-dedicated-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/4846972749435331017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/4846972749435331017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/06/extremely-angry-post-dedicated-to.html' title='An extremely angry post dedicated to someone. He or his little posse of donkeys should know I&apos;m referring to him.'/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-8823615281391254587</id><published>2009-06-03T13:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T13:54:14.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time check: 1.41 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking a short break by updating this blog. Good grief, I need to stop looking at the screen. Should print out my notes soon but then again, all my notes in a single laptop is pretty convenient so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Right. Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, isolation of chloroplasts for today's cell bio practical was boring but hell, it beats playing around with plastic models (ref. yesterday's Inorganic and Organic Chem practical). I can't believe I'm saying this but I can't wait to see the colonies for my microbio agar plates! Hope nothing screwed up along the way and there's still bacteria in the 10^(-7) plates. I vaguely remember spilling some agar from one of the pour plates cos I shook the plate too hard, but I can't remember whether it was one of the 10^(-7) plates or what. Ah well, will find out on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 5 hour power mugging session's so far so good even though Moberly's noisy as hell; I started at 12 and managed to cover all 4 of the chapters coming out for tomorrow's cell bio test, which explains the random break. Gonna start on my Inorganic and Organic Chem report soon, it's due in 3 weeks but it won't hurt to get a head start. Especially since Christian's old report is with me now so I can easily refer to it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep last night with "I Will Survive" looping in my head and woke up this morning with "Think of Me" from "Phantom of the Opera" stuck in my head. Strange but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time check: 1.53 p.m. D: Crap, overshot my 10 minute break by 2 minutes, gotta be more disciplined so I'm gonna stop here and start on my report.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-8823615281391254587?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/8823615281391254587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/06/time-check-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/8823615281391254587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/8823615281391254587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/06/time-check-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-5552625259690608407</id><published>2009-06-02T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T20:54:26.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I will &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get the drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.0 GPA and a Diploma with Merit for me! And because I have written my goals down on somewhere I'll look at everyday, I WILL MAKE IT! Science has shown that people who write their goals down and work from there are 5 times more likely to succeed than those who just say but don't write down their goals. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woooo~! Back to 'O' Level eat-sleep-breathe studies mode!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG, mug mug MUG~!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-5552625259690608407?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/5552625259690608407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-will-mug-mug-mug-mug-mug-mug-mug-mug.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/5552625259690608407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/5552625259690608407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-will-mug-mug-mug-mug-mug-mug-mug-mug.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-3337228398025652603</id><published>2009-06-02T16:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T16:55:35.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No tears, no emotions.&lt;br /&gt;Just plain mugging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cold bitch thing is still my best defense against anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-3337228398025652603?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/3337228398025652603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-tears-no-emotions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/3337228398025652603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/3337228398025652603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-tears-no-emotions.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-1097012520388299702</id><published>2009-05-27T16:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T23:00:30.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wing chun in 50 minutes. :D&lt;br /&gt;K, will edit this later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit&lt;br /&gt;Wing chun was awesome to the max lar! I now know 3 ways of blocking punches :D Sparred with 3 other girls who were all shorter than me, poor girls had to lift their elbows quite high when we were practicing the pong (sp?). Practicing with the president is quite scary though, he already slowed down for my sake but he was still super fast anyway O_O Thank goodness it was a relatively simple move, I might have died if it was a complicated one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, I'm definitely gonna be a regular (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I made poor Jia Hao wait for me at the library for 45 minutes while I stayed behind for 5 more minutes to practice the last move before I went to look for him. Dashed to the library after I was done to meet him. He bought steamed milk and I burned my tongue because of it ): Rested for a while then we headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok am off to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;[/edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-1097012520388299702?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/1097012520388299702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/05/wing-chun-in-50-minutes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/1097012520388299702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/1097012520388299702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/05/wing-chun-in-50-minutes.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-7283436409597269456</id><published>2009-05-26T12:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T12:37:02.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When shit hits the fan and doubt overrides everything else, what the hell are you supposed to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her feelings she hides,&lt;br /&gt;Her dreams she can't find;&lt;br /&gt;She's losing her mind,&lt;br /&gt;she's falling behind.&lt;br /&gt;She can't find her place,&lt;br /&gt;she's losing her faith;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;She's fallen from grace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she's all over the place.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nobody's Home; Avril Lavigne.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-7283436409597269456?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/7283436409597269456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-shit-hits-fan-and-doubt-overrides.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/7283436409597269456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/7283436409597269456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-shit-hits-fan-and-doubt-overrides.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-2667735130582349818</id><published>2009-05-18T22:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T22:23:42.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can already taste freedom.&lt;br /&gt;Because after tomorrow I don't need to deal with the stupid IDEA project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-insert happy dance here-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-2667735130582349818?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/2667735130582349818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-can-already-taste-freedom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/2667735130582349818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/2667735130582349818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-can-already-taste-freedom.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-4933977230764181920</id><published>2009-05-17T14:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T14:38:03.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vaunt IV.&lt;br /&gt;07.06.09, 9 p.m. to 08.06.09, 4 a.m. at St James' Power Station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe I'm saying this after experiencing Lollipop at Zouk but I'M NOT GOING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too close to MSTs for comfort and hell, it's a 4.0 GPA over a night of fun for me. I mean, Vaunt sounds pretty fun but studies are more important, that I know for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok am off to mug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-4933977230764181920?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/4933977230764181920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/05/vaunt-iv.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/4933977230764181920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/4933977230764181920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/05/vaunt-iv.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-3594453359874935412</id><published>2009-05-15T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T21:53:22.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just living proof that the camera's lying</title><content type='html'>I'm utterly in love with Paramore songs lah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, been sick lately, sore throat's not exactly the best thing to have after you contaminated your own mouth with bacillus cereus. I knocked out during Basic Microbio lecture after the practical cos felt really giddy. Mrs Mark thinks it's probably just stress but I think I introduced even more Eschericha Coli into my mouth by accident cos why scraping the base of my teeth and gums to get the sample my gloved hand, which got into contact with the E. Coli, brushed against my teeth. At least I was using a skewer (the super long toothpick) and not my hand, as it is the smell of the latex glove drives me up the wall, can't imagine the taste of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lecture, since no one would have been at home to help monitor me, I went to Clementi's Mos Burger with Jia Hao, Dixon, Gerald and Ee Kai. All I have to say is the new scallop rice burger thing is the most interesting burger ever. Johnathan, Yong Jia, Ivan and Peizhen joined us later, went to the arcade and watched Jia Hao get pwnzed by Time Crisis and Ghost Squad. Dixon the idiot kept trying to sabotage me into playing with Jia Hao lah -.- Didn't play any of the games though, was just not interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Jia Hao, Ivan, Peizhen, Dixon, Ee Kai and I went back to SP cos the guys had gym but the gym wasn't open in the end, so we went to food court 5 to lepak before the guys headed off for track. They heard me sing for the first time and now I'm super paiseh :P Went to CLS club to chill then homeward bound (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary shizz, I passed out for 2 hours for the first time in 5 years. At least it was after I got home so not so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too lazy to do cell bio research now but I have to so BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-3594453359874935412?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/3594453359874935412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-living-proof-that-cameras-lying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/3594453359874935412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/3594453359874935412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-living-proof-that-cameras-lying.html' title='Just living proof that the camera&apos;s lying'/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-9029660959098181944</id><published>2009-05-11T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T21:08:15.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I'm in the mood to sing I can't cos of my throat. When my voice is ok, I'm not in the mood to sing. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was relatively slack. I went out of I&amp;amp;OC halfway cos I had a huge headache from trying to understand what the lecturer was saying and my nose was giving me problems for the millionth time these past few days. So yeah, while everyone else was ploughing through I&amp;amp;OC, I was watching Kingsley play DOTA, listening to his "I Must be Emo" song and singing along to Taylor Swift's "Fearless." XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, am off. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-9029660959098181944?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/9029660959098181944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-im-in-mood-to-sing-i-cant-cos-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/9029660959098181944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/9029660959098181944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-im-in-mood-to-sing-i-cant-cos-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-7351592055522746268</id><published>2009-05-10T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:27:46.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I&amp;amp;OC with Uncle Leon at Raffles City's Mos Burger was productive. :D What the I&amp;amp;OC lecturer could only do in 3 weeks he managed to do in 2 and a half hours. And he helped clear my nose by putting pressure on the bridge of my nose and got me hot milk tea too while he was at it cos my nose was really dripping like a broken tap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;THANKS ARH JIA HAO, THIS ONE I CAN SAFELY BLAME IT ON YOU.&lt;/strike&gt; Ok lar, kidding lar. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo, cooking for Mother's Day was a complete disaster, I don't wanna talk about it so yeah. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok am off, will do the homework Uncle Leon set for me tomorrow instead during my epic 3 hour long break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-7351592055522746268?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/7351592055522746268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-with-uncle-leon-at-raffles-citys-mos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/7351592055522746268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/7351592055522746268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-with-uncle-leon-at-raffles-citys-mos.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-8743446955498858575</id><published>2009-05-09T15:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T15:31:44.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Urgh, thank you Jia Hao for passing me your sore throat and flu -.-&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness I didn't meet up with Christian in the end or else he'd have gotten sick too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I get better by tomorrow, meeting Uncle Leon and Christian at City Hall at 3 p.m. cos Uncle Leon's helping me with I&amp;amp;OC while Christian's gonna pass me his old reports and stuff tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hungry hungry hungry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-8743446955498858575?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/8743446955498858575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/05/urgh-thank-you-jia-hao-for-passing-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/8743446955498858575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/8743446955498858575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/05/urgh-thank-you-jia-hao-for-passing-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-8017297180527840781</id><published>2009-05-08T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T22:22:45.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Supposed to be starting on my part of the microbio project but can't be bothered at the moment. Too mentally exhausted. I walked around school with a mild fever for the past week and didn't realise until today. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh, first the guys in 1B/21, now even the 1B/22 people think they know something I don't. Pffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collecting notes from Christian tomorrow, going to Ang Mo Kio at 10 a.m. is not gonna be fun. Then I&amp;amp;OC tuition with Uncle Leon on Sunday, 3 p.m. at City Hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't get the hype about the AWARE thing, it's just one big overly publicised bitch war.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-8017297180527840781?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/8017297180527840781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/05/supposed-to-be-starting-on-my-part-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/8017297180527840781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/8017297180527840781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/05/supposed-to-be-starting-on-my-part-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-6660576978961878001</id><published>2009-05-07T15:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T15:27:07.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hearts are thumping, tears are falling, fears are rising.</title><content type='html'>FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK.&lt;br /&gt;I can't afford to fucking fail my Cell Bio. I failed my first practical just because I didn't refer to external resources? Wth, it's a practical, it's supposed to be based on your own results, not on those from some professional scientist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to see Dr Yuen next sem.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a 2.0 GPA.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to repeat any module.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh please please please...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-6660576978961878001?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/6660576978961878001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/05/hearts-are-thumping-tears-are-falling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/6660576978961878001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/6660576978961878001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/05/hearts-are-thumping-tears-are-falling.html' title='Hearts are thumping, tears are falling, fears are rising.'/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-987074461778408071</id><published>2009-05-05T08:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T08:58:50.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Gawd...</title><content type='html'>I'm so bored IDEA's seriously a waste of time and I'm cranky because I can't key in my temperature thing on STRES and IT'S NOT MY FAULT THE DAMN PAGE CAN'T LOAD but if I don't key it in soon they might send me home and I can't be bothered about punctuation so this will be one helluva never ending sentence that doesn't link to anything or anyone YAY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-987074461778408071?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/987074461778408071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-gawd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/987074461778408071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/987074461778408071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-gawd.html' title='Oh Gawd...'/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-5549784501714213766</id><published>2009-05-04T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:59:34.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go the Distance - Michael Bolton</title><content type='html'>I have often dreamed&lt;br /&gt;Of a far off place&lt;br /&gt;Where a hero's welcome&lt;br /&gt;Would be waiting for me&lt;br /&gt;Where the crowds will cheer&lt;br /&gt;When they see my face&lt;br /&gt;And a voice keeps saying&lt;br /&gt;This is where I'm meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there someday&lt;br /&gt;I can go the distance&lt;br /&gt;I will find my way&lt;br /&gt;If I can be strong&lt;br /&gt;I know ev'ry mile&lt;br /&gt;Will be worth my while&lt;br /&gt;When I go the distance&lt;br /&gt;I'll be right where I belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down an unknown road&lt;br /&gt;To embrace my fate&lt;br /&gt;Though the road may wander&lt;br /&gt;It will lead me to you&lt;br /&gt;And a thousand years&lt;br /&gt;Would be worth the wait&lt;br /&gt;It may take a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;But somehow I'll see it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I won't look back&lt;br /&gt;I can go the distance&lt;br /&gt;And I'll stay on track&lt;br /&gt;No I won't accept defeat&lt;br /&gt;It's an uphill slope&lt;br /&gt;But I won't lose hope&lt;br /&gt;Till I go the distance&lt;br /&gt;And my journey is complete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to look beyond the glory is the hardest part&lt;br /&gt;For a hero's strength is measured by his heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a shooting star&lt;br /&gt;I can go the distance&lt;br /&gt;I will search the world&lt;br /&gt;I will face its harms&lt;br /&gt;I don't care how far&lt;br /&gt;I can go the distance&lt;br /&gt;Till I find my hero's welcome&lt;br /&gt;Waiting in your arms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will search the world&lt;br /&gt;I will face its harms&lt;br /&gt;Till I find my hero's welcome&lt;br /&gt;Waiting in your arms...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-5549784501714213766?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/5549784501714213766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/05/go-distance-michael-bolton.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/5549784501714213766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/5549784501714213766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/05/go-distance-michael-bolton.html' title='Go the Distance - Michael Bolton'/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-6644871011338480343</id><published>2009-05-01T16:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T16:27:14.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Accident child accident child accident child accident child accident child accident child accident child accident child accident child accident child accident child accident child accident child accident child accident child accident child accident child accident child accident child accident child accident child accident child accident child accident child accident child accident child accident child accident child accident child accident child accident child accident child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; accident child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; accident child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; accident child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; accident child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; accident child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; accident child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; accident child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; accident child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always have been, always will be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-6644871011338480343?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/6644871011338480343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/05/accident-child-accident-child-accident.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/6644871011338480343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/6644871011338480343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/05/accident-child-accident-child-accident.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-5205548869617078725</id><published>2009-04-30T11:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T11:36:34.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you know what it's like to feel so in the dark?&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;dream&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; about a life, where you're a shining star.&lt;br /&gt;(But never get there.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks to only dream when you know for sure it's never gonna happen. If you looked at me now would you have thought that I actually want to be a singer? Me, the biotech student, actually would rather sing for money than look at test tubes. I'm only in biotech simply because I'm too fat and my voice isn't -and will never be- good enough for showbiz, so it'd be easier to concentrate on my second love, Bio, and hide behind my smarts (or lack thereof).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Thomson Medical Center to visit my sis who just gave birth, and I'm already jealous of my newborn niece. She's going to be beautiful, talented, smart... everything I want to be but will never be. I'm happy for her, but I can't help but feel a little tinge of jealousy coming from my heart. I'm only gonna be a mess of a dreamer and nothing I say or do will fix that. I keep trying to change myself just so that one day, just one day, my family won't bail on me for not wanting to go into arts like everyone else. They don't say it but they sure as hell show it every chance they get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, Biotech, I will learn to love you more than singing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-5205548869617078725?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/5205548869617078725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/04/do-you-know-what-its-like-to-feel-so-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/5205548869617078725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/5205548869617078725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/04/do-you-know-what-its-like-to-feel-so-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-6399497028235209411</id><published>2009-04-29T17:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T17:28:28.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoever said it felt like an ant bite obviously didn't have problems finding their vein. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy peeved girl is busy and peeved. Sh figures if you can't keep it, don't even bother making it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-6399497028235209411?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/6399497028235209411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/04/whoever-said-it-felt-like-ant-bite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/6399497028235209411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/6399497028235209411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/04/whoever-said-it-felt-like-ant-bite.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-2493628310168986518</id><published>2009-04-28T19:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T19:23:03.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's always do this, do that, take this, take that, you'll fail if you don't do this, yadda yadda yadda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fucking please, no fucking thank you, no fucking "oh I'll do it myself, it's ok, I know you're tired from school."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR FUCK'S SAKE, I'M NOT A FUCKING ROBOT, NEITHER AM I A LOWLY SLAVE, I'M YOUR FUCKING DAUGHTER WHO LUGS 2.08 KG OF LAPTOP EVERY SINGLE FUCKING DAY AROUND THE FUCKING HUGE SP CAMPUS PRAYING TO ANY DEITIES WILLING TO TAKE HER PALTRY OFFERINGS THAT SHE WON'T BE FUCKING LATE FOR FUCKING CLASS SO THAT HER FUCKING NUT JOB CRAZY LECTURERS WON'T THROW A FUCKING BITCH FIT. DID ANY OF YOU FUCKING MORONS STOP TO THINK THAT SINCE YOU HAVE YOUR OWN LEGS YOU CAN GO DEAL WITH THE SHIT YOURSELF INSTEAD OF THROWING IT AT ME?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LAST THING I NEEDED WHEN I WALKED THROUGH THAT FUCKING DOOR WAS YOUR PRIMA DONNA SHIT AND YOUR SLAVE DRIVING WAYS, ALL FUCKING RIGHT?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-2493628310168986518?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/2493628310168986518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-always-do-this-do-that-take-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/2493628310168986518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/2493628310168986518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-always-do-this-do-that-take-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-5190719733745815834</id><published>2009-04-28T08:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T09:07:46.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blogging from Food Court 5. Subway's just around the corner if I need a cookie fix. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 MAY 2009! Can't wait for it already. :D&lt;br /&gt;You'd be shocked to know why, unless you're one of the many who only met me in SP. ;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/SfZVTr11nbI/AAAAAAAAAQM/9PrnXURbtMA/s1600-h/07052009_lollipop.gif.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 116px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/SfZVTr11nbI/AAAAAAAAAQM/9PrnXURbtMA/s320/07052009_lollipop.gif.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329541005713972658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I'm going for that. What? Times are changing so I'm changing too! Might be for the worse lar but still... No alcoholic drinks for me, just letting my hair down (both literally and metaphorically) on the dance floor with all the other CLS FOCamp people that are going. ANd no, this isn't gonna become a habit, I swear. In fact, Lollipop's probably gonna be one of my last crazy nights out in a club, just so that Uncle Leon won't go nuts worrying about my safety. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;XINYI THE ROCKER FROM DBT 1B/22 IS MADE OF AWESOME WIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(Ok she told me to put her in sooo...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok am off (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-5190719733745815834?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/5190719733745815834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/04/blogging-from-food-court-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/5190719733745815834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/5190719733745815834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/04/blogging-from-food-court-5.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/SfZVTr11nbI/AAAAAAAAAQM/9PrnXURbtMA/s72-c/07052009_lollipop.gif.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-975813073424840586</id><published>2009-04-28T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T00:29:48.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am I supposed to feel tired of school already? I mean, first week just ended and already I feel like dying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-975813073424840586?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/975813073424840586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/04/am-i-supposed-to-feel-tired-of-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/975813073424840586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/975813073424840586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/04/am-i-supposed-to-feel-tired-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-701943586906045816</id><published>2009-04-26T20:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T20:45:51.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hacked out a few bits of phlegm and my nose still hurts like fuck whenever I sneeze. Oh bugger, hope it gets better by tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Assholes are perpetually open. The only thing that'll happen when you shove anything up there? It'll just get bigger."&lt;br /&gt;-Me.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone has a problem, instead of attempting to be snarky by telling the person to shut up and FAILING miserably, you could try OPENING YOUR EYES, ANALYSING THE PROBLEM, CHECKING WHETHER YOU CAN RECTIFY THE SITUATION and RESOLVE THE PROBLEM OR AT LEAST HELP TO IF YOU CAN. I was asking for the class shirt design simply because I hadn't seen it and it was in someone else's bag, the whole "eh, shut up lar" remark was entirely uncalled for. I'm not pissed off because you said that, I'm pissed off because YOU DIDN'T BOTHER TO HELP WHEN YOU COULD HAVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what, if you ever asked for help can I tell you to shut the fuck up and settle it yourself when you obviously can't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the last person you'd want to piss off because I CAN and I WILL be bitchier than you. Unlike you, I've got an IJ education, which means I've learnt to bitch for survival. Your sarcasm would hardly make a 5 year old flinch while I've shut 30 year old IJ alumni up with mine so please, don't mess around with me if you know what's best for you. I'm the last person you'd look for when it comes to patience with stupidity, don't push your rapidly decreasing luck just because it's the first time we're dealing with each other as classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deal with too many idiots every day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-701943586906045816?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/701943586906045816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-hacked-out-few-bits-of-phlegm-and-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/701943586906045816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/701943586906045816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-hacked-out-few-bits-of-phlegm-and-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-6843686163396348013</id><published>2009-04-25T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:09:32.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh jeebers...</title><content type='html'>It feels as if I've somehow set fire to my own throat and sneezed my tonsils out or something. It just hurts when I sneeze, that's all you need to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's official; I'm moving back to Chinatown next weekend. OH JOY. Inventory move (i.e. the stuff we don't need for the last week of our stay here in this hell hole) was today, we're only staying here for one more week then it's back to Chinatown for us. The newly renovated house looks AWESOME, can't wait already! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means I can collect the notes from Christian after next weekend. Yay, more reading material! :D Need to buy the Microbiology with Diseases by Taxonomy text though, that book can apparently see me through several modules in all 3 years of my poly education. And it might be useful for uni too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood test on Wed at T11A lvl 3, still can't help but freak out and whine about it cos it's a Yakult straw sized needle poking into my vein and drawing 3 syringes of blood out of my arm. Well, that's according to a few of the seniors lar, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, am off. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;He reminds me so much of you, yet he's so much different from you at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;He's a lot nicer, for starters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-6843686163396348013?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/6843686163396348013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-jeebers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/6843686163396348013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/6843686163396348013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-jeebers.html' title='Oh jeebers...'/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-4153392098957243780</id><published>2009-04-24T19:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T19:19:54.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First week's over, thank goodness for weekends :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maurice Ling's BMIC lessons rock lah! Super funny, I swear. Although the whole syphilis treatment info nugget has kinda made me more scared of needles than I already am. Mrs Mark's BMIC lectures are pretty good too, at least I know what's going on. I don't really like my I&amp;amp;OC lecturer though, she's too... mousy. And of course Dr Yuen for Cell Bio scares the bejeezus out of me while Dr Sim teaching the same subject makes me wanna sleep. ._. Mr Hans Lee's RWP class is pretty slack while IDEA is just a WTF nonsense module.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's starting to hit me; I might fail my I&amp;amp;OC and Cell Bio modules. It's the first week and already I've started mugging and all cos I just don't want to repeat any modules and get held back for 1 semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right, blood test next Wednesday. Urgh. At least Charles is following me. :3 Such a nice guy, just a bit random most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, am off to study some more. -sighs-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-4153392098957243780?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/4153392098957243780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-weeks-over-thank-goodness-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/4153392098957243780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/4153392098957243780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-weeks-over-thank-goodness-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-5481163887049166048</id><published>2009-04-22T19:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T19:38:47.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For once...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm scared of a teacher teaching my favourite topic, Cell Bio. One of the first things Dr Yuen said that got me into a panicky fit was "if you don't read the references before you walk through that door you'll fail your practicals and this module."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm hoping they have copies on the Internet, in case the library's copies have been borrowed by someone else.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ms Goh was nice to me, catching up with me and all when I went back to STC to return Shar her sleeping bag. I remember she used to scare (and piss) the bejeezus out of me cos hell hath no fury like her scorn.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm wondering whether Biotech's the right course for me. I mean, being in the science industry has been my dream since P3 but seriously, what's gonna happen to me if it turns out I'm just not cut out for it?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm getting sick of Differentiation and Integration.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm feeling demoralised for the first time. When I found out I was posted to SP Biotech, I looked towards my future with so much hope but now I'm not sure anymore.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cue dramatic emo-tastic music-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am off for dinner before starting on my Cell Bio tutorials.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-5481163887049166048?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/5481163887049166048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-once.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/5481163887049166048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/5481163887049166048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-once.html' title='For once...'/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-507812295071156859</id><published>2009-04-21T17:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T18:09:40.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yours Truly...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is fucking pissed with SP's highly incompetent technical staff.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thinks that while IDEA has a humorous lecturer, it's still a waste of time because presentation skills are covered in RWP.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Will most probably be dead for I&amp;OC practicals cos the lecturer in charge has an extremely heavy and difficult to understand Chinese accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is annoyed with a few people in class who deliberately separate themselves from the rest just to game when we should be taking the long breaks to get to know each other better.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Should just be avoided altogether at the moment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the upside, I'm happy because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mrs Yaw's nice. :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The girls in the class are pretty much bonded, just the guys left.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;School ends at 12 tomorrow, and it's all Cell Bio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maths B is easy, just annoyingly repetitive.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm going back to STC after school to return Shar's sleeping bag to her.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok am off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-507812295071156859?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/507812295071156859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/04/yours-truly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/507812295071156859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/507812295071156859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/04/yours-truly.html' title='Yours Truly...'/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-7233963748052518683</id><published>2009-04-20T12:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:14:06.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>150th POST!</title><content type='html'>K, random much, but whatever. Updating in the library with the rest of my class :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, first day's pretty awesome so far. RWP lecturer let us off at 11.40 when we were supposed to be dismissed at 1 instead ^^ But we stayed around in his class till he chased us out at 12. -.- Well, Inorganic &amp;amp; Organic Chem lecture next! Hope I don't screw something up or what :P In other words, I'm loving SP so far :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wokay, am off now (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Edit)&lt;br /&gt;OMG KILL ME NOW PLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inorganic and Organic Chem (I&amp;amp;OC) was epic FAIL for me. At first we were doing the Sec 3 basics, and the next thing I knew, subshells, orbitals and s, p, d and f thingamajigs started flooding into the picture and my lecture class (DBT/FT/1B/21 and 1B/22) just gave Dr Soh the O______O face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished my tutorial, at least the answers were in the notes and all so not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hell, I've got a blood test on Wed to test for Hepatitis B cos I'll be dealing with a lot of blood cultures in my course and the industry later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T WANT I DON'T WANT &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;I DON'T WANTTTTTTT D: D: D: D: D:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -throws a tantrum, emos one corner and starts drawing circles-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pffft, tomorrow's Innovation, Design and Enterprise in Action (IDEA) tutorial, Maths B tutorial and lecture and MORE I&amp;amp;OC. At least it's a practical session, which means 3 hours of slacking cos they'll only be going through the procedures and wossname on account that it's only 1st week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok am done. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;(/Edit)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-7233963748052518683?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/7233963748052518683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/04/150th-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/7233963748052518683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/7233963748052518683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/04/150th-post.html' title='150th POST!'/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-6302788342884368202</id><published>2009-04-16T23:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T23:50:48.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted to Adrenaline</title><content type='html'>Don't make me start on flag day. -growls-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOParty was just eating, chatting then PARTYING! Oh man, those who weren't at SP's FOParty missed out a once in a lifetime opportunity of seeing my dance like siao. If you thought I was high during camp or outing, you definitely didn't see how high I was at the party. After party, hung out with the remaining CLS FOCamp people, then went off home while they went to eat. The only thing I didn't like were the smoke machines, they kept producing so much smoke I couldn't see a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOParty was something new for me. I took all my anger, frustration, fear, uncertainty and all my feelings, channeled them into some weird high and just danced my feelings away. It was just insane, I was grooving and dancing as if it was my last day on earth and I can't even dance to save my life. I didn't know what the hell I was doing, really, I just let my body move to the beat and all that. It was really embarrassing but during the party I just didn't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might be addicted already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, I don't think I'll be going clubbing cos I still can't hold my drink to save my life. Or maybe I'll be a non drinking clubber. I don't know really. But I'll have to get people to take care of me. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I saw my first shooting star at SP! Ok lar, I n00b lar, but really, it was the first and it's so far the awesome-st cos it was in SP, the love of my new life :D No prizes guessing what I wished for; A 4.0 GPA at the end of Year 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired now, finally. I was still super high even though the party ended at 9. Ah well, off for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-6302788342884368202?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/6302788342884368202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/04/dont-make-me-start-on-flag-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/6302788342884368202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/6302788342884368202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/04/dont-make-me-start-on-flag-day.html' title='Addicted to Adrenaline'/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-5270449188064143453</id><published>2009-04-14T19:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T21:05:04.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another year older, not quite another year wiser. YET.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;A few thank yous to:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serene, Jerina, Jastina, Pat, Furquon(?), Tony, Suhaila and Trina for the mini celebration at Food Court 3 :D Even though you guys made me take the candles out using my mouth -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serene for the bear with the candle holder, picking out the cake and taking photos :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerina for the flower :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheralin mummy, Wang Chang daddy, Shar Chan, Bernice Yeo, Marc, Retro, Shein, Haikal, Thuzar, Gerald, Alex Chu, Chingwee and Sis Varina for the wishes :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mimi lurbbezxzxz for the triple wishes :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, but not least, the DBT 1B22 girls for the birthday song after we were done ordering our lab coats. Your assistant class rep is super touched :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, DBT/FT/1B/22 is awesome. First day all damn shy, guys talk to guys and girls talk to girls but today we camwhored as a class in the library. LOL. Ordered lab coats already, no idea when I'm getting it but I think should be by next Tuesday cos that's the day of my first practical. SPICE training was boring, the only amusing thing was that the entire class, when told to do an online declaration for the DBT Safety Manual, which was 30 pages long, decided to not read it and use Ctrl+F during the test to look for the answers in the manual. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not looking forward to Flag Day. SP super smart, gave us the cans yesterday so we couldn't run away from Flag Day on Thursday. So I'll be begging people to donate at Boon Lay from 8 to 2. Nice. NOT. -.- But the FOParty after sounds pretty cool, with Sheik Haikal emceeing and Rattle coming down as the DJ. And I heard from Christian the food's awesome. X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that seems to be it for updates so am off (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-5270449188064143453?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/5270449188064143453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-year-older-not-quite-another.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/5270449188064143453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/5270449188064143453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-year-older-not-quite-another.html' title='Another year older, not quite another year wiser. YET.'/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-3032807397275614905</id><published>2009-04-13T20:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T20:55:44.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So much drama...</title><content type='html'>I'm tired. FOP wasn't much, really. After FOP I slacked at CLS clubhouse with Christian, Jia Jia and Jolynn, went out with the GMs, AUNTY HUIXIAN, Gerald and the Red Hot Chili Padis to Plaza Sing for dinner, then home (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, regarding my thoughts on that TP boy's entry on his own blog, I frankly don't want to care anymore. If TP says SP sucks, that's their issue. We don't need to prove to everyone else that SP rocks, they don't know any better but we know SP rocks simply because we're in it. Similarly, TP may rock to them but we don't know what goes on in TP so yeah, we shouldn't be all "TP SUXXX" and all that jazz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I don't see the need for the continuous spamming. I admit I spammed but that was a spur of the moment anger-took-over-my-mental-processes thing so Dominic (I think that's your name...), if you're reading this, I'm sorry. I'd delete the tags I left myself if I could, and if there's anything I can do to prove how sorry I am, I'll do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering which one I am, I tagged with my own name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-3032807397275614905?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/3032807397275614905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-much-drama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/3032807397275614905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/3032807397275614905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-much-drama.html' title='So much drama...'/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-4813235808253170234</id><published>2009-04-12T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T23:13:14.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was fun :D Even though Alvin couldn't join us ): So Jon and I ate at Pastamania, walked around, played a bit of pool, slacked at Macs and went off. Mmm, family dinner wasn't much so yeah, won't say anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited about FOP! Ok I better go sleep now ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-4813235808253170234?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/4813235808253170234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-was-fun-d-even-though-alvin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/4813235808253170234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/4813235808253170234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-was-fun-d-even-though-alvin.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-3609450282750585230</id><published>2009-04-11T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:43:00.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM SUNBURNT QUEEN.</title><content type='html'>MarySue, I'm super red now, but FOCamp outing was A-to-the-W-to the-E-S-O-M-E! We did our own things at our own time but it was still great. Followed Christian, Renee(?), Mingjun and 2 other GMs around. Quite funny lar, we went to the little island opposite Palawan and lepak-ed there, threw mud (ok lar, water soaked sand) at each other and just chatted. After that, it started rainign so we went to the bus interchange to wait the rain out before showering. Super funny lar, we were cheering and singing camp songs while waiting for the rain to go away. X) After rain stopped, we showered then headed to Vivo for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was hilarious. We did the SP OI thing at the Vivo grandstand (we took up one section) and the next thing we knew, TP, which took up the other 2 sections, started cheer-spamming us. o_O We gave up cos we were super outnumbered, it was half of SP CLS FOCamp versus TP Student Union and School of Arts I think. So yeah, we just gave up. Well, after dinner it was homeward bound for us! We played the tongkat game without sound in the train and suddenly it became sexy style, so we were gyrating and trying to act sexy while mouthing "tooki tooki tooki tooki" and "TONGKAT TONGKAT." Mingjun won simply because he was super funny, we just stopped the game there and then and laughed ourselves silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm sleepy and Jon and Alvin are bringing me to Suntec tomorrow for lunch so I'm gonna stop here (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-3609450282750585230?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/3609450282750585230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-sunburnt-queen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/3609450282750585230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/3609450282750585230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-sunburnt-queen.html' title='I AM SUNBURNT QUEEN.'/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-2656433971727187429</id><published>2009-04-10T18:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T18:45:59.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MarySue, I'm extremely excited. Saturday's gonna be awesome, family's giving me a surprise dinner on Sunday, Freshmen Orientation Programme's starting next Monday and I'm turning 17 on Tuesday. :D Hope I can fit into my clothes after Sunday though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, timetable's out! I like my Thursdays already simply because I can park my ass in the same room for the whole day. I'm gonna get so hopelessly lost when lessons officially start since SP IS JUST SO HUGE AND I'M GEOGRAPHICALLY CHALLENEGED. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Sd8iEoJLI6I/AAAAAAAAAQE/qyLviEULpD4/s1600-h/Untitled.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 171px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Sd8iEoJLI6I/AAAAAAAAAQE/qyLviEULpD4/s320/Untitled.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323010747465933730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Click to enlarge, Ctrl+use the scrolling wheel to zoom in and out.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Wokay, am off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-2656433971727187429?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/2656433971727187429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/04/marysue-im-extremely-excited.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/2656433971727187429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/2656433971727187429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/04/marysue-im-extremely-excited.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Sd8iEoJLI6I/AAAAAAAAAQE/qyLviEULpD4/s72-c/Untitled.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-2544533996713910045</id><published>2009-04-08T17:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T19:13:49.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To a bunch of bimbos who will never read this and reevaluate their actions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I'm amused, really. People like you bitch about people who've never done anything to you all the time and you throw a bitch fit when someone does it to you right back. The thing is, you can't even throw a proper bitch fit, you steal feeble attempts at bitchiness from teeny bopper songs and movies and you hurl it back but really, it's not working, it only makes you look like you're incapable of thinking for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quid pro quo, dears; one for one. That's how the world has always worked and as long as the world exists, it'll always work that way and it won't stop working that way just because a 5 year old trapped in an adult's body can't suck it up and cope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, sucks to be you, dimwits.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, MarySue, my license thingum for my StatGraphics Centurion XV.II's finally done :D Now I need to go back to T14 to get help with my &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;MathCad license cos even though I &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;followed the instructions on the PDF &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;file that was there along with the installation thing, I &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;get an error saying "no such license path" &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;or something like that. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The internet connection here at my dad's place is a bitch, seriously. &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Thank goodness I'm moving back to my newly renovated home at the end of this month. I &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;miss living so near the central area, especially where my place is at. It's awesome, living next to such an amazing view. Here at my dad's you get a not so pleasant view of road and fire station. The only perks here are Anchorpoint, Ikea (SWEDISH &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;MEATBALLS &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;FTW) and Alexandra Village are just around the corner. Oh, and Alexandra Hospital and the fire station are next door neighbours in case of emergencies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, am off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-2544533996713910045?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/2544533996713910045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-bunch-of-bimbos-who-will-never-read.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/2544533996713910045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/2544533996713910045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-bunch-of-bimbos-who-will-never-read.html' title='To a bunch of bimbos who will never read this and reevaluate their actions.'/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-3782539503651854828</id><published>2009-04-07T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T23:52:03.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MarySue, I'm pissed. THE STUPID LICENSING THING FOR MATHCAD'S NOT WORKING. I typed in the exact thing that I was told to and it said "no such license path" -.- And I can't remember my ichat email address so I can't settle the StatGraphic one. At least I've got up till May 7th to settle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that I can't wait to start school. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-3782539503651854828?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/3782539503651854828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/04/marysue-im-pissed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/3782539503651854828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/3782539503651854828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/04/marysue-im-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-3764590827219084521</id><published>2009-04-04T13:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T13:03:49.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY VOICE CHEATED MY FEELINGS.</title><content type='html'>Wahlao eh, yesterday my voice went back to normal so I got damn happy.&lt;br /&gt;Then I woke up this morning and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SOUND LIKE A MAN AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp ended 3 days ago and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I STILL SOUND MANLY&lt;/span&gt;. Oh geebers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-3764590827219084521?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/3764590827219084521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-voice-cheated-my-feelings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/3764590827219084521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/3764590827219084521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-voice-cheated-my-feelings.html' title='MY VOICE CHEATED MY FEELINGS.'/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-3031453596043905183</id><published>2009-04-01T20:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T12:18:13.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BALOOM ROOSTA OOSH OOSH OOSH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm a CLS camper in my camp (where? IN MY CAMP!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO DEAR MARYSUE, I just got back. Actually I got back 5 hours ago but crashed so... yeah. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day ONE; 300309&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Registration, camp commandant say my last name very unique. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;FLAG PAINTING! Super messy. My group's name was BALOOM in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learning cheers and BILLY BANJA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Super wet games. First was water bomb, then had to transfer water from one pail to another using our hair. Second, arranging chairs in numerical order before arranging ourselves according to age and birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kenna cuts all over at fourth game so I couldn't play the fifth one cos it had mud in it. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dinner and shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;ANGELS AND DEMONS. Basically had to run around collecting light sticks and run after angels (Game Masters wearing yellow light sticks)/ run AWAY from demons (Game Masters with red light sticks). We just kept singing the Barney song to all of them so that the angels will give light sticks while the demons would let us off without taking our light sticks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bed time at 12.45.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day TWO; 310309&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clarke Quay bound. Billy banja-ed at the fountain, formed the longest line and went all over the place. Merlion first, supposed to guess the number of windows at Oriental and number of capsules on the Flyer and multiply both numbers but we got it wrong so we ended up having to take photos and give free hugs. Speaker's Corner, my blood pressure dipped so I was too giddy to play. I can't remember what happened in between but sixth was at Civillian War Memorial, played tortoise tortoise jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went back to SP, dinner and showered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;CAMPFIRE! Ok lar, the fire was fake but still quite fun. Highlight was SHIM NIGHT, where one guy from each group cross dressed and scandalous things happened on stage. Won't put it up here, but Tony from my group was quite funny cos Sheralin mummy and I put balloons in his shorts and up his shirt, and the balloons in his shorts were meant to be up his shirt but ended up too big so we put them in his shorts. Funny part was that the shirt said ALL ROUNDER too! We cut the bottom of the shirt and put make up on Tony. XD And of course Baloom wouldn't forget what Wang Chang daddy did when Tony was up. X) OH AND TONY WON BEST FRESHIES SHIM! Cos we screamed super loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Night Walk, I started palpitating after the second dark alley cos I really am scared of intense dark so I told Farez (EDITED LIAO.) (B1. I was B2. Don't ask.) I wanted to back out. He's possibly the first guy I know of who didn't encourage me to go further but it was because he wanted to sleep already. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Back to bunk, WANG CHANG DADDY HAD TO JUMP OUT AT ME TO FREAK ME OUT FURTHER. I nearly punched him but lucky I realised in time so my fist didn't fly. Back in my room there was only one other girl so we decided to go lepak in the Group 1 to 3 guys room. There were a few girls from Group 2 there so we just talked and lepak-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bedtime was at 4.45, but I couldn't sleep till 5-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day THREE; 010409&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Billy banja!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tell the truth time, We stuck pieces of paper on our backs and had everyone write anything about us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Photo montage, prize giving, MASS BILLY BANJA, and heart-to-heart talk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Group photos and balik kampung~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had real good fun, made real good friends and I don't regret going at all even though I'm aching all over the place (my butt aches for some strange reason...) :D I WANNA BE A GL FOR NEXT YEAR'S FOC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, long update over MarySue so it's off to resting for me. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-3031453596043905183?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/3031453596043905183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/04/baloom-roosta-oosh-oosh-oosh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/3031453596043905183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/3031453596043905183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/04/baloom-roosta-oosh-oosh-oosh.html' title='BALOOM ROOSTA OOSH OOSH OOSH!'/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-446141103286887629</id><published>2009-03-29T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T22:23:32.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hyped up for F.O.C!</title><content type='html'>Yep, F.O.C's in 10 hours :D Can't wait manzxzx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MarySue, I'll be leaving you for 3 days but not to worry, I don't think anything's gonna happen to you. MollySue will take care of you if anything happens (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh die, still haven't thought of group name. Ahwell, we'll figure it out tomorrow. Or we'll just stick to Wang Chang daddy's suggestion and call the group Pruflas. It's actually the name of a demon, but it sounds like a cake to me. /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long, farewell, I'll see you in 3 days :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-446141103286887629?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/446141103286887629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/03/hyped-up-for-foc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/446141103286887629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/446141103286887629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/03/hyped-up-for-foc.html' title='Hyped up for F.O.C!'/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-7759402256858996768</id><published>2009-03-28T12:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T13:04:12.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>MarySue, I decided to give you an iPod Nano with all our favourite feel-good songs, including Jack Johnson's "Upside Down," cos you've been such a great friend to me. I know it's not your birthday yet but still, I figured you'll appreciate it. And oh, I though you'd look better in the scroll down format so you could show off your iPod. Isn't that awesome, MarySue? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll be leaving you and Delilah on Monday for 3 days. I'll be fine at SP, you won't need to worry about me. Rest assured, Sheralin mummy and Wang Chang daddy will take care of me! X) As long as daddy doesn't pounce on me and flatten me while I'm there it should be cool! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Inside joke, Delilah knows. Go ask her.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off for lunch, will check in on you later! Hope you have fun with your new present, I'll update your playlist when you're sick of it. Ask around for suggestions of feel-good English songs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-7759402256858996768?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/7759402256858996768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/03/changes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/7759402256858996768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/7759402256858996768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/03/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-4678927388724017620</id><published>2009-03-27T21:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:24:01.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caution: Extremely Bitchy.</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry for the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't look like a constipated horse that's trying to egest and give birth at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've worked for AND gotten what I wanted/aimed for when I was your age last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Teachers treat me as a young adult with respect while they think you're an asinine little creature who'll never make it far in life unless you miraculously turned into your complete opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm one of the better bitches, and I'll ALWAYS be one of the better bitches as long as I can sit through an 'A' division debate and think of points against the speaking team that are actually GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm happier than you are cos I don't bother about my looks, I only care about my grades and my general well being while you concentrate so much on looks your IQ is probably equivalent to that of an amnesiac, diuretic anteater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, staring at me or Shar and showing us your measly attempts at bitching about me is neither gonna make you look any better nor transform you into someone who's smarter than me. I really don't care if you think I'm a fat bitch because you're WRONG; I'm THE fat &lt;u&gt;ALPHA&lt;/u&gt; bitch, and I will gladly trounce you on any given day. I believe Shar also would if she bothered. Besides, even if I cared about being fat, at least I'd be able to lose the excess weight; nothing short of plastic surgery's gonna make you look marginally human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please, stop staring at us because you're only making us laugh at you and your silly little notion that we get hurt when you glare at us with your little piggy eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-4678927388724017620?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/4678927388724017620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/03/caution-extremely-bitchy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/4678927388724017620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/4678927388724017620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/03/caution-extremely-bitchy.html' title='Caution: Extremely Bitchy.'/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-2743854807153694894</id><published>2009-03-26T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T21:21:46.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MarySue, I'm a happy girl now (: Finally went with Shar for our Ben&amp;amp;Jerry's meetup, gossiped about teachers and window shopped a bit before she had to leave. I still think her mum's a meanie ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I collected my yearbook, my O Level cert and my graduation cert folder from STC today. I look horrific in the yearbook, and whoever wrote my testimonial either loves me a lot or ran out of things to say about me. Heh. /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 4 days it's off to F.O.C for me (: 3 days out of this hellhouse! I met my group yesterday and they're AWESOME FUN PEOPLE! There's 15 girls and 7 guys in there so GO GIRL POWER! XD I still have yet to think of a group name, but Angels and Demons is the theme. Pretty hard to think of a name, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can get all the sleep I need cos according to the camp booklet, on the 2nd day we'll be playing games all the way till 4 a.m.! I'll definitely crash when I get back home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for updates. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-2743854807153694894?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/2743854807153694894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/03/marysue-im-happy-girl-now-finally-went.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/2743854807153694894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/2743854807153694894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/03/marysue-im-happy-girl-now-finally-went.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-1069580931795391077</id><published>2009-03-25T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T22:41:39.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>... This is possibly the scariest thing ever.</title><content type='html'>From &lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label1"&gt;Other people find you very interesting, but you are really hiding your true self. Your friends love you because you are a good listener. They'll probably still love you if you learn to be yourself with them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label2"&gt;You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label3"&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label4"&gt;You like to flirt and behave seductively. The opposite sex finds this very attractive, and that's why you'll always have admirers hanging off your arms. But how serious are you about choosing someone to be in a relationship with?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your views on education&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label5"&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label6"&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label7"&gt;You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label8"&gt;You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label9"&gt;You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-1069580931795391077?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/1069580931795391077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-possibly-scariest-thing-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/1069580931795391077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/1069580931795391077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-possibly-scariest-thing-ever.html' title='... This is possibly the scariest thing ever.'/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-124702812366131421</id><published>2009-03-23T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T22:22:45.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fangirl post</title><content type='html'>OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG -hyperventilates-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.radio913.com/promotion/david_archuleta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVID ARCHULETA. IN SINGAPORE. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONE WEEK BEFORE MY BIRTHDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHHHHH EMMMMM GEEEEEEE -squeals-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-124702812366131421?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/124702812366131421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/03/fangirl-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/124702812366131421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/124702812366131421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/03/fangirl-post.html' title='Fangirl post'/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-5433297076476201269</id><published>2009-03-22T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T21:20:30.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MarySue, I still can't help but giggle over what Alvin told me on Wed. I mean, all that talk and nothing came out of it? Tsktsk, sometimes some people remind me of geese or even chihuahuas (NOTHING AGAINST YOURS HOR, BRANDON, YOU DON'T CAHSE ME WITH A PARANG.); they're only all noise but they run at the first sign of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm utterly in love with Patapon 2. Definitely better than Patapon 1 (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, am off to play some more. See you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-5433297076476201269?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/5433297076476201269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/03/marysue-i-still-cant-help-but-giggle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/5433297076476201269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/5433297076476201269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/03/marysue-i-still-cant-help-but-giggle.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-3252475870538657368</id><published>2009-03-20T11:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T11:36:29.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MarySue, yesterday was fun :D Didn't catch the movie in the end cos I wanted to eat first ._. SORRY MIMI ): Window shopped, and there weren't any lians to diss so BLEAH. And... well, we'll let the pictures do the talking lah. Credits to Mimi for the photos and her censoring her own face. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/ScMNjfVhOvI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Nq947fIgnp4/s1600-h/We+stare+at+empty+space..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/ScMNjfVhOvI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Nq947fIgnp4/s320/We+stare+at+empty+space..JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315106888585657074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/ScMNjCFw7QI/AAAAAAAAAPU/rBdA9o2oe4s/s1600-h/TONGUE+FROZEN+TO+ICE+CREAM..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/ScMNjCFw7QI/AAAAAAAAAPU/rBdA9o2oe4s/s320/TONGUE+FROZEN+TO+ICE+CREAM..JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315106880734948610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TONGUE FROZE TO THE ICE CREAM CONE ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/ScMNbXCLd0I/AAAAAAAAAPM/rgdAAmjhJDg/s1600-h/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/ScMNbXCLd0I/AAAAAAAAAPM/rgdAAmjhJDg/s320/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN+6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315106748918101826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/ScMNbRI370I/AAAAAAAAAPE/DNxOmxKd4GU/s1600-h/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/ScMNbRI370I/AAAAAAAAAPE/DNxOmxKd4GU/s320/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN+5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315106747335569218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MEOW MEOW! X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/ScMNbGytFaI/AAAAAAAAAO8/BBsuVrka3Aw/s1600-h/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/ScMNbGytFaI/AAAAAAAAAO8/BBsuVrka3Aw/s320/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN+4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315106744558228898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/ScMNbC4p-nI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0gPV3lNMpx4/s1600-h/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/ScMNbC4p-nI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0gPV3lNMpx4/s320/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315106743509449330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I KISS MIMI. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/ScMNbGuY3pI/AAAAAAAAAOs/8YtNZIrOIpU/s1600-h/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/ScMNbGuY3pI/AAAAAAAAAOs/8YtNZIrOIpU/s320/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315106744540126866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Staying away from the scrunched up face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/ScMND_53xII/AAAAAAAAAOk/I-EkfeJj9-M/s1600-h/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN%21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/ScMND_53xII/AAAAAAAAAOk/I-EkfeJj9-M/s320/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN%21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315106347572249730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/ScMNDvRSngI/AAAAAAAAAOc/8CLFT7p9anQ/s1600-h/Me+feeling+the+guilt..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/ScMNDvRSngI/AAAAAAAAAOc/8CLFT7p9anQ/s320/Me+feeling+the+guilt..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315106343107075586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me feeling the guilt of not being able to watch the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/ScMNDt18uFI/AAAAAAAAAOU/TEhhStxua1A/s1600-h/I+smile+in+a+stoned+way,+you+scrunch+up+your+face..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/ScMNDt18uFI/AAAAAAAAAOU/TEhhStxua1A/s320/I+smile+in+a+stoned+way,+you+scrunch+up+your+face..JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315106342723958866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stone, you scrunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/ScMNDh2BD4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/2CHFxLfr7-o/s1600-h/Fascination.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/ScMNDh2BD4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/2CHFxLfr7-o/s320/Fascination.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315106339503017858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fascinating. The cone is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/ScMNDUTYK-I/AAAAAAAAAOE/Lfwh5SQfi1o/s1600-h/Acting+lianzxzx.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/ScMNDUTYK-I/AAAAAAAAAOE/Lfwh5SQfi1o/s320/Acting+lianzxzx.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315106335868070882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final masterpiece, us acting lianxzxz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lar, cos Brandon was complaining last night that we didn't ask him out with us so YOU TREAT US NEXT TIME WE GO OUT TOGETHER LAR, COS YOU'RE THE YOUNGEST. HAHAHAH XD And I DON'T NEED A BOYFRIEND YOU DUMBDUMB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye MarySue!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-3252475870538657368?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/3252475870538657368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/03/marysue-yesterday-was-fun-d-didnt-catch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/3252475870538657368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/3252475870538657368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/03/marysue-yesterday-was-fun-d-didnt-catch.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/ScMNjfVhOvI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Nq947fIgnp4/s72-c/We+stare+at+empty+space..JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-7573470072127383735</id><published>2009-03-18T17:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T22:11:42.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MarySue darling! I met up with Alvin today at Anchorpoint to help him with his English but I took one look and figured his problem out already so it turned into a heart-to-heart brother to sister talk session. Man, he eats A LOT. 3 Subway cookies, 4 chicken wings and a hot dog from IKEA. Well, a lot of personal stuff was discussed so meh, I don't have much to say about it on a public interface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and guess what, MarySue! The totally awesome shopping/camwhoring/ahlian dissing date with MollySue's owner is tomorrow! Orchard at 1, Coming Soon the movie at 3.15, shopping then I need to go to Bukit Batok to collect my final online shopping purchase! Can't wait : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for updates MarySue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Edit)&lt;br /&gt;MarySue! I HOPE NOTHING CROPS UP LAST MINUTE ON TUESDAY COS SHAR AND I ARE PLANNING TO GO TO VIVO'S BEN&amp;amp;JERRY'S FOR OUR EXTREMELY DELAYED BEN&amp;amp;JERRY'S FIX!&lt;br /&gt;(/Edit)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-7573470072127383735?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/7573470072127383735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/03/marysue-darling-i-met-up-with-alvin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/7573470072127383735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/7573470072127383735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/03/marysue-darling-i-met-up-with-alvin.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-3481415775898128894</id><published>2009-03-17T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T21:08:03.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MarySue, apparently it took SP 3 days to tell me my post configuration isn't supposed to be until 30 March onwards cos apparently "the system isn't ready for Year 1 students yet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously regretting my choice of going to SP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-3481415775898128894?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/3481415775898128894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/03/marysue-apparently-it-took-sp-3-days-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/3481415775898128894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/3481415775898128894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/03/marysue-apparently-it-took-sp-3-days-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-2403868072263170805</id><published>2009-03-16T12:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T12:56:31.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MarySue, Delilah's being an annoying PMS-y bitch again ): And I need to bring Delilah to SP tomorrow to configure her so that she'll work with the SP system. I hope she doesn't start PMS-ing halfway or something! Anyway, I've signed up for two 1 hour slots for post configuration. I figured since Delilah already has Windows XP Professional and Microsoft Office I'll only need 2 hours to install the SP programs and configure her to suit SP's system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shoulders and my left wrist are aching. I think it might be because I played too much Dynasty Warriors. Can't help it, I love hacking, slashing and button mashing games. &lt;3333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a shoulder strap for my laptop bag, MarySue, or I'll have to go through more pain lugging 4.6 lbs of Delilah around school. Secretly I think she needs to lose weight but I understand she can't, so I'll just suck it up I guess. Or I'll get a new laptop bag. Come to think of it, the buttons ARE getting harder to snap close... :P I'll steal one of my dad's million and one optical mouses/mice (is proper English still involved in computer speak? o_O) and I should be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MarySue, I just can't wait for Freshmen Orientation Camp! 30 March till 1 April! I even bought my third pair of FBTs! Yes, I'm planning to live in FBTs while I'm at camp. DON'T JUDGE ME. Well, I bought a dark red pair for myself and got bright orange ones for my sister. I hope I can find my sleeping bag in time, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after camp it's Freshmen Orientation Programme for me on my birthday week, then lessons start the following week! I JUST CAN'T WAIT! I'll join SP Theater Compass :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MollySue, if you see this can you help me ask your owner when we can have our totally awesome shopping/camwhoring/ahlian dissing date? :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-2403868072263170805?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/2403868072263170805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/03/marysue-delilahs-being-annoying-pms-y.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/2403868072263170805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/2403868072263170805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/03/marysue-delilahs-being-annoying-pms-y.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-7398994969690541599</id><published>2009-03-15T13:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T13:47:42.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MarySue, the connection here at my dad's place is a bitch. It kept disconnecting on me last night, so I lost the long post I wanted to put up last night. I hope it's better now! Anyway, I'm typing all this out on my laptop, which I'm naming Delilah. I finally figured out how to connect on the internet with the IntelPROSet/Wireless program!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just installed Windows Live Messenger on this thing and oh dear lord it's the most annoying version of all. I mean, true, you can personalise it to the point of changing the colours of your display name and all but IT REFUSES TO DELETE THE FAVOURITES AND GROUPS CATEGORIES AND IT'S ANNOYING ME COS I CAN'T SEE THE AVAILABLE/OFFLINE BITS UNLESS I MAXIMISE THE WINDOW ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh, I'm off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-7398994969690541599?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/7398994969690541599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/03/marysue-connection-here-at-my-dads.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/7398994969690541599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/7398994969690541599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/03/marysue-connection-here-at-my-dads.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-5696888107880037995</id><published>2009-03-13T15:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T15:32:07.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Because Mimi's blog's name is MollySue, so I decided to follow miee dher lurbbe and name mine MarySue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, MarySue, is it normal for me to be PISSED OFF TO THE NINES WITH SP? According to my enrollment package, even though I have a non-recommended model laptop, I was supposed to configure it TODAY, then go to the post configuration on a different day (I still have yet to sign up for a slot). But when I went today for enrollment day I was told to only go for post configuration, and it seemed like a 50-50 decision. Half the people who were supposed to help said I had to go for today's configuration, half of them said I didn't need to. Needless to say I got so fed up I just lugged 4.6 lbs of laptop and got myself home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So am I justified in being pissed off? I mean, it's technically my fault I didn't think of checking the website until just now but still, I think the people there should have been more sure of what they were doing if they volunteered to help out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, other than the laptop thing everything else went smoothly, although I look really horrific in my student card pic cos my hair was being a bitch at the wrong moment (as per normal). I've signed up for the Chem and Life Sciences Freshmen Orientation Camp, and it's on from 30 March till 1 April. Awesome, huh? I get to make new friends and we can prank each other on the last day of camp. I hope it's an overnight camp, MarySue! They didn't give much info but I signed up and paid $10 for it already so yeah. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a huge barbeque flavoured chips craving now. Would you like some, MarySue?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-5696888107880037995?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/5696888107880037995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/03/because-mimis-blogs-name-is-mollysue-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/5696888107880037995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/5696888107880037995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/03/because-mimis-blogs-name-is-mollysue-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-20097182098885461</id><published>2009-03-12T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T21:22:47.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Dell D600, after 5 HOURS, just finished the defragmentation process. PLEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, enrollment tomorrow! I'll go sign up for Chem and Life Sciences camp! WHOOPDEEDO! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-20097182098885461?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/20097182098885461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-dell-d600-after-5-hours-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/20097182098885461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/20097182098885461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-dell-d600-after-5-hours-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-5915972926785830685</id><published>2009-03-10T21:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T11:18:01.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate it when people come and tell me "oh my family sucks cos they didn't let me go out" or "omg so unfair luh the way they just took my phone away when I only went 5 hours overtime" and all that jazz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like telling them this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your family doesn't manipulate you all the time, makes you walk on egg shells all the time in case you piss them off unintentionally (and trust me, it's fucking easy to), is so fucking self centered that they don't care whether you have problems of your own or not, THROWS their problems onto you when you're busy wiping shit off after your previous misadventure, DISCOURAGES you 24/7, keeps backing out on things until the last minute then blames you for it when you were the one pushing for it, makes you want to write a proposal 2 months before every time you want to hang out with your friends, demeans you 24/7 and tells you "your ass is too big to pull this outfit off" or "oh, if you don't follow our decision you might not make it," castrates you 24/7 every single fucking time you try to grow your own balls and grow up, makes you feel like shit whenever you don't do THEIR chores for them, throws their authority around like a soiled towel, reminds you all the time that you "owe" them a lot, goes on and on about how they've doe so much for you when the truth is they only provided for you financially, bitches about you all the time when you don't know, makes up tall stories to another member of the family and causes hell to rain on you because of those manipulative shits, treats you more like a tenant than a member of the family, denies the fact that you're a normal teenager that can and will get depressed if they carry this shit out any longer, goes "her? DEPRESSION? CANNOT BE LAR" every time someone suggests you might not be performing cos of your emotions and last of all doesn't really give a fuck about you but pretends to cos they think you're so fucking stupid you can't fucking tell, then &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO, YOUR FAMILY DOES NOT SUCK.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck this shit. I can't wait to earn my own keep and GTFO of this hell hole I have to call home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-5915972926785830685?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/5915972926785830685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-hate-hate-hate-hate-world-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/5915972926785830685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/5915972926785830685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-hate-hate-hate-hate-world-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-6596344385820061907</id><published>2009-03-10T14:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T14:31:32.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday's like a Sunday</title><content type='html'>Enrollment this Friday at 1 pm! Can't wait :D I'll get my laptop by Thursday and majority of my package is complete. Now all I need is to photocopy my results slip, a bank statement and my birth cert. But then again apparently the 'O' Level certs themselves have been released, so maybe I'll go back to STC (for the millionth time) to check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not looking forward to post configuration though. Urgh, 3-5 hours gone just because I wanted to save money and use my bro-in-law's old company laptop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-6596344385820061907?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/6596344385820061907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/03/everydays-like-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/6596344385820061907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/6596344385820061907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/03/everydays-like-sunday.html' title='Everyday&apos;s like a Sunday'/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-2944034963653675193</id><published>2009-03-09T18:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T18:57:53.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Put your iTunes/Media Player on shuffle and answer the following questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song # 1: Womanizer - Britney Speares (WTF?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the very first lyric in the song?&lt;br /&gt;"Superstar, where you from? How's it going?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that lyric significant to you in any way?&lt;br /&gt;Err, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the 4th line of the song?&lt;br /&gt;"But I know what you are, what you are, baby"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that line make you think of a certain person?&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me go there. HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite lyric in this song?&lt;br /&gt;"Lollipop, must mistake me you're the sucker&lt;br /&gt;To think that I would be a victim not another&lt;br /&gt;Say it, play it how you want it&lt;br /&gt;But no way I'm never gonna fall for you, never you, baby"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song # 2:&lt;br /&gt;What You Got - Colby O Donis ft. Akon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last lyric of the song?&lt;br /&gt;"Girl you know that you need to stop"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replace the 2nd word of that lyric with the word “potato”.:&lt;br /&gt;"Girl &lt;strike&gt;you&lt;/strike&gt; potato know that you need to stop"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Wth. Srsly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the 9th line of the song?&lt;br /&gt;"But I don't mind if ya come and play with us just don't talk too much"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if that lyric was the new theme song to Sesame Street?&lt;br /&gt;Sesame Street just became suggestive?! o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What lyric in this song do you relate to the most or find to be the truest?&lt;br /&gt;"Now tell if you are here for me&lt;br /&gt;Or everybody watchin' you shake from left to right&lt;br /&gt;The way you move got me hypnotized"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True for someone else lar, not me lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song # 3:&lt;br /&gt;Come in with the Rain - Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the chorus of this song?&lt;br /&gt;"I'll leave my window open&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm to tired tonight to call your name&lt;br /&gt;Just know I'm right here hoping&lt;br /&gt;that you'll come in with the rain"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone you like sang the chorus to you would it be romantic?&lt;br /&gt;YES OMG IF THAT REALLY HAPPENS I'LL SWOON LAR. Of course I don't have a crush or whatever, but just saying... -coughcough-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replace the 10th word of the song with the word “beast”:&lt;br /&gt;"Just know I'm right here &lt;strike&gt;hoping&lt;/strike&gt; BEAST"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... WTH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What movie soundtrack would this song be perfect for?&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know but it'll be a sappy romantic comedy or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick one word in the title of this song that you could name a pet:&lt;br /&gt;"Rain?" o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song # 4:&lt;br /&gt;Built to Last - Melee (-squee!-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the first lyric in this song?&lt;br /&gt;"I've looked for love in stranger places"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if your opinion of the entire song was based on that one lyric?&lt;br /&gt;I'd still love it anyway :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What lyric reminds you most of one of your exes?&lt;br /&gt;Eh, none?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if your #2 on myspace quoted the last lyric of the song to you?&lt;br /&gt;I don't even have myspace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this song title was a movie title, what would the movie be about?&lt;br /&gt;Some weird machina thing that can only be destroyed if the world were to collapse with it? I dunno man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song # 5:&lt;br /&gt;Elevator - Flo Rida ft. Timbaland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the most offensive/vulgar lyric in this song?&lt;br /&gt;The entire song is offensive! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if the 1st word in the song title was replaced with the word “hooker”:&lt;br /&gt;It'll just be called "Hooker?" -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the 10th line of the song?&lt;br /&gt;"Money cash flow all big faced hundreds"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that lyric remind you of a situation you’ve been in?&lt;br /&gt;Not really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this song have a deep meaning, or is it just straight forward?&lt;br /&gt;It's just straightforward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song # 6:&lt;br /&gt;Light On - David Cook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if your last name was included in the song title?&lt;br /&gt;"Light On Fah?" WTF?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the 5th line in the song?&lt;br /&gt;"Doesn't matter anyway"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would that line be a good catch phrase for a commercial?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite lyric in the entire song?&lt;br /&gt;"Try to leave a light on when I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;Something I rely on to get home&lt;br /&gt;One I can feel at night&lt;br /&gt;A naked light, a fire to keep me warm"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is that your favorite?&lt;br /&gt;Cos it just is? Lol. I don't really like David Cook, I just happen to like this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song # 7:&lt;br /&gt;Low - Flo Rida ft. T-Pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if the 1st word in the Artist name was replaced with the word “poop”:&lt;br /&gt;OMG POOP RIDA LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the funniest lyric in this song?&lt;br /&gt;"Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lar, not really funny lar, it's just fun to shout out in the middle of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the 8th lyric in this song?&lt;br /&gt;"And the Reebok's with the straps (with the straps)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if there was a resturant named from the 1st and 5th word of that lyric&lt;br /&gt;"And the" what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the word “heart” anywhere in the entire song?&lt;br /&gt;Hell no. Booty, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song # 8:&lt;br /&gt;How to Save a Life - The Fray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if Marilyn Manson did a cover of this song?&lt;br /&gt;I WILL CRY LOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the chorus of this song?&lt;br /&gt;"Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness&lt;br /&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night&lt;br /&gt;Had I known how to save a life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if your #5 myspace friend called you and sang the chorus to you?&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T HAVE MYSPACE. But if that happened it'll mean we're not friends anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last lyric in the song?&lt;br /&gt;"How to save a life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that the best lyric in the song?&lt;br /&gt;Lol. I have no comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-2944034963653675193?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/2944034963653675193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/03/put-your-itunesmedia-player-on-shuffle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/2944034963653675193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/2944034963653675193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/03/put-your-itunesmedia-player-on-shuffle.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-6607475745513844548</id><published>2009-03-08T11:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T11:17:26.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Smile - (performed by) Nat King Cole&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words by: John Turner and Geoffrey Parsons&lt;br /&gt;Music by: Charlie Chaplin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile though your heart is aching&lt;br /&gt;Smile even though its breaking&lt;br /&gt;When there are clouds in the sky, you'll get by&lt;br /&gt;If you smile through your fear and sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Smile and maybe tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;You'll see the sun come shining through for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light up your face with gladness&lt;br /&gt;Hide every trace of sadness&lt;br /&gt;Although a tear may be ever so near&lt;br /&gt;That's the time you must keep on trying&lt;br /&gt;Smile, whats the use of crying?&lt;br /&gt;You'll find that life is still worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;If you just smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the time you must keep on trying&lt;br /&gt;Smile, whats the use of crying?&lt;br /&gt;You'll find that life is still worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;If you just smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I love this song. Compiled with Nat King Cole's husky, jazzy quintessential voice, it's just... heavenly, for lack of a better word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love old jazz &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-6607475745513844548?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/6607475745513844548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/03/smile-performed-by-nat-king-cole-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/6607475745513844548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/6607475745513844548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/03/smile-performed-by-nat-king-cole-words.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-8415660888687930698</id><published>2009-03-07T18:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T18:31:12.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Violet (Song Lyrics and a Father's Memories)</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place,&lt;br /&gt;suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste;&lt;br /&gt;it all revolves around you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recall the day of your birth with fondness; the way your cries penetrated the walls of the delivery room to the waiting area outside, where I was looking forward to the doctor’s happy news. When I could finally enter the room, I remember dashing to your mother’s side and pecking her on her forehead before I started playing with you. You grabbed my finger with your tiny hand that day; I remember it because the world stood still for that one minute, while you had me entranced by your innocent gaze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were the most beautiful baby girl I’d ever laid my eyes on, and I was so proud of having the honour of being your father. Your mother’s name was Ruby, so I thought it apt to name you Violet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And there's no mountain too high, no river too wide&lt;br /&gt;Sing out this song and I'll be there by your side.&lt;br /&gt;Storm clouds may gather, stars may collide;&lt;br /&gt;but I love you until the end of time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to cry a lot when you were growing up. I supposed that was to be expected; you were born with a slight touch of autism after all, I should have known from the pamphlets that change affected you more than anyone else. Even though I was impatient at times and struck at you unnecessarily in spates of anger, parts of me tried to reign in my temper for your sake. The other parts just refused to acknowledge the fact that you, of all the children in the world, were autistic. Compounded with the fact that I had no preconceived notion on how to raise girls, I assumed it was the same as raising a boy, which explains my strict discipline –my reign of terror- over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is not what I intended&lt;br /&gt;I always swore to you I'd never fall apart&lt;br /&gt;you always thought that I was stronger&lt;br /&gt;I may have failed, but I have loved you from the start.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit I turned into a paranoid maniac during your early teenage years; with your mother’s unexpected death and my retrenchment, it was hard to be three people at once: a mother, a father and a breadwinner. One of the only things I was relieved off at that time was that you were officially diagnosed as cleared of autism. I knew you were trying to help by wanting to find a part time job but I just didn’t want to let you. I led you into thinking it was due to arrogance just so that you wouldn’t go ahead, and I remember your screaming fits over this matter. The truth was that I didn’t let you go ahead simply because I wanted to provide the easiest life for you that I could, and I didn’t want you to suffer with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it was then when I started losing you. You fell in with the wrong crowd in time and you indulged in all the things I should be protecting you from – alcohol, drugs and promiscuity. Oh, you thought you hid it well away from me but I wouldn’t have found out if I didn’t swallow your ecstasy pills thinking they were painkillers, or stumbling across the stash of condoms in your room when I was cleaning it. The only reason why I never confronted you about it was because I didn’t want to lose you any further than I already had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I would hold you in my arms; I would take the pain away.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all you've done, forgive all your mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I wouldn't do to hear your voice again.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I want to call you but I know you won't be there.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You filled my heart with despair that fateful Monday evening when I returned from work only to find you gone. As if the wound wasn’t deep enough, the three simple words you scrawled on your mirror only succeeded in plunging the knife deeper. I spent the rest of that night, as well as subsequent nights for the next two months, searching for you until 4 a.m. in the morning. When I wasn’t looking for you, I’d be crying in your room while looking through photographs of the ghost of our past happiness, while hoping the police would call with good news any minute. I didn’t care about anything else anymore; I just wanted my baby angel found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And when no hope was left in sight&lt;br /&gt;on that starry, starry night,&lt;br /&gt;you took your life, as lovers often do.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart broke on my 40th birthday when the police called to announce that you were found dead in a motel room. You were only 16 when you swallowed that fatal mix of ecstasy and sleeping pills. Every subsequent day would pass with me drowning in more and more regret. I would tell myself over and over again that I should have been a better father; that I should have tried to get you to kick the habit… I rebuked myself to sleep every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm sorry for blaming you&lt;br /&gt;for everything I just couldn't do&lt;br /&gt;and I've hurt myself by hurting you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two butterflies, one a shining ruby red, the other a perfect violet hue, pass by the window chasing each other in a gaily waltz. And I notice all this as I close my eyes for the last time on my death bed, while my last hope is to see you two in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Would you know my name&lt;br /&gt;if I saw you in heaven?&lt;br /&gt;Will it be the same&lt;br /&gt;if I saw you in heaven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be strong, and carry on&lt;br /&gt;cause I know I don't belong&lt;br /&gt;here in heaven.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;OK HONESTLY... I don't think this is that good, as compared to&lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/forum/1/133600/"&gt; the other submissions&lt;/a&gt; for the &lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/forum/1/122383/"&gt;Love in a Stave essay competition&lt;/a&gt; (Blogskins.com competition. Lol), so I dunno why people are saying they cried when they read it. I mean, honestly, the link between love and music isn't there and I know for a fact I've done better for my school narratiives soooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw hell, only the results will determine whether it was that good or not lar. Lol. Rambling over, BYE.&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/8430090079365022405-8415660888687930698?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/8415660888687930698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/03/violet-song-lyrics-and-fathers-memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/8415660888687930698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/8415660888687930698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/03/violet-song-lyrics-and-fathers-memories.html' title='Violet (Song Lyrics and a Father&apos;s Memories)'/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-2861474673210801865</id><published>2009-03-07T12:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T12:36:55.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I want to do at SP:</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Sign up and go for Chem and Life Sciences Camp. If I can find my sleeping bag by then. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Join SP Theater Compass. Unleash my drama mama side! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Take part in at least one of their annual productions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Aim and work for a &lt;u&gt;3.6 GPA&lt;/u&gt; for all 3 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok done. :D No FMLs at the moment so it's all cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-2861474673210801865?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/2861474673210801865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-i-want-to-do-at-sp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/2861474673210801865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/2861474673210801865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-i-want-to-do-at-sp.html' title='Things I want to do at SP:'/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-5020232310134755018</id><published>2009-03-06T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T16:12:37.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Today, my cat peed on my bed. For the 5th time this week. And there was blood in it. FML.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-5020232310134755018?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/5020232310134755018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-my-cat-peed-on-my-bed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/5020232310134755018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/5020232310134755018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-my-cat-peed-on-my-bed.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-2419335845941621764</id><published>2009-03-05T17:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T17:20:05.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This isn't a blog anymore, it's a personal F***MyLife site.</title><content type='html'>So yea, as of today I'll post one bad thing that happened to me (if any), end it off with a FML (meaning Fuck My Life) and laugh at it. So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Today, I didn't know what was worst; feeling like crying or not being able to actually cry cos my mum kept barging into my personal privacy. FML.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, I feel much better already. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-2419335845941621764?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/2419335845941621764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-isnt-blog-anymore-its-personal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/2419335845941621764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/2419335845941621764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-isnt-blog-anymore-its-personal.html' title='This isn&apos;t a blog anymore, it&apos;s a personal F***MyLife site.'/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-4778909576155281326</id><published>2009-03-04T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T20:31:23.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm lol-ing at this now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gPutYwiiE0o&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&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/gPutYwiiE0o&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&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;FF PARODY FTW! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-4778909576155281326?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/4778909576155281326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-lol-ing-at-this-now-ff-parody-ftw-xd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/4778909576155281326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/4778909576155281326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-lol-ing-at-this-now-ff-parody-ftw-xd.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-4400393683222146269</id><published>2009-03-03T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T12:22:39.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romeo save me, they're trying to tell me how to feel</title><content type='html'>Taylor Swift's "Love Story" is stuck in my head. Not that I'm complaining. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, back to my placce to pack up for the millionth time. Oh joy. NOT. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-4400393683222146269?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/4400393683222146269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/03/romeo-save-me-theyre-trying-to-tell-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/4400393683222146269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/4400393683222146269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/03/romeo-save-me-theyre-trying-to-tell-me.html' title='Romeo save me, they&apos;re trying to tell me how to feel'/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-8974020252612598701</id><published>2009-03-02T10:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T10:58:39.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile though your heart is breaking.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;MIMI darlingzxzx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the ahlian love letter I promised you, that one's coming soon! HAHAH XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, don't care about that stoooopid whatsherface! She's so totally not worth it! I'm just an SMS away if you want a small brown furry cat on your lap that can claw whatsherface's face off and shed all over her in case she comes near you! (Heheh, and spark off her asthma attack &gt;D) MEOW! -purrs and jumps into your lap-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With lots of furry love,&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn :D&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, was shopping on a few blog shops yesterday, bought $52.50 worth of clothes! D: But it comprises of 5 tops so not so bad... Anyhow, collecting 2 of the goods today (Admiralty and City Hall ._.), then 2 others on Wed (Choa Chu Kang and Ikea). The last one, the boyfriend tee, hasn't been capped yet so go and buy from &lt;a href="http://www.th-shop123.blogspot.com/"&gt;here!&lt;/a&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooee, am off so see you (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-8974020252612598701?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/8974020252612598701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/03/smile-though-your-heart-is-breaking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/8974020252612598701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/8974020252612598701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/03/smile-though-your-heart-is-breaking.html' title='Smile though your heart is breaking.'/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-5803283834504683739</id><published>2009-02-28T19:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T22:08:08.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>4th March (Wed), 1 p.m. - Totally awesome ex-ahlian date with Shiny at Orchard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, not forgetting the totally awesome camwhoring date with Mimi after 13th March at Queensway/ Bugis, and Ben&amp;Jerry's with Shar (eventually) :D Then there's SP ORIENTATION on 13th April! Then my birthday's the day after! WOOOTS :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, can't be bothered about the grammatical errors. X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Edit)&lt;br /&gt;Wooo~! QUIZ TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you wanna do before you die:&lt;br /&gt;1. Tell all my friends I love them for the last time!&lt;br /&gt;2. Understand Chaucer&lt;br /&gt;3. Kick everyone who hates me and tell them "Sucks to be you, I'm dying HAPPY while you're living MISERABLY."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three names you go by:&lt;br /&gt;1. Carolyn&lt;br /&gt;2. Carol&lt;br /&gt;3. Caroline -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three screen names you've had:&lt;br /&gt;1) Carolyn&lt;br /&gt;2) jingwen&lt;br /&gt;3) maskeraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three physical things you don't like about yourself:&lt;br /&gt;1) Height.&lt;br /&gt;2) -NIL-&lt;br /&gt;3) -NIL-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three parts of your heritage:&lt;br /&gt;1) Peranakan&lt;br /&gt;2) Hakka&lt;br /&gt;3) Hainanese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things that scare you:&lt;br /&gt;1) Clowns&lt;br /&gt;2) Mimes&lt;br /&gt;3) The future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of your everyday essentials:&lt;br /&gt;1) Food&lt;br /&gt;2) PSP&lt;br /&gt;3) Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of your favourite bands and artists:&lt;br /&gt;1) Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;2) Kanye West&lt;br /&gt;3) Melee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of your favourite songs (all-time):&lt;br /&gt;1) Love Story - Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;2) The Way I Are - Timbaland ft. Keri Hilson&lt;br /&gt;3) With You - Chris Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you want in a relationship:&lt;br /&gt;1) Intelligience&lt;br /&gt;2) Love&lt;br /&gt;3) Honesty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three physical things about the preferred sex that appeal to you:&lt;br /&gt;1) Smile&lt;br /&gt;2) Style&lt;br /&gt;3) Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of your favourite hobbies:&lt;br /&gt;1) Reading&lt;br /&gt;2) Sleeping&lt;br /&gt;3) Writing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you really wanna do badly right now:&lt;br /&gt;1) Write something for &lt;a href="http://3differentpens.wordpress.com"&gt;3differentpens&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Trim my fringe.&lt;br /&gt;3) Play my PSP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three careers you've considered/are considering:&lt;br /&gt;1) Lab Biologist.&lt;br /&gt;2) Part time teacher.&lt;br /&gt;3) Freelance writer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three places you wanna go on vacation:&lt;br /&gt;1) Istanbul&lt;br /&gt;2) Egypt&lt;br /&gt;3) Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three kid's names you like:&lt;br /&gt;1) Sabrina&lt;br /&gt;2) Stella&lt;br /&gt;3) Aziraphale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three ways that you are stereotypically a girl:&lt;br /&gt;1) I've got a fully functioning uterus.&lt;br /&gt;2) I don't need to go for NS.&lt;br /&gt;3) I've got a fetish for cute notebooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three ways that you are stereotypically a boy:&lt;br /&gt;1) I hang out with guys more often than girls.&lt;br /&gt;2) I don't care what I look like as long as I have clothes on.&lt;br /&gt;3) It's easier for me to talk about gaming than make up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-5803283834504683739?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/5803283834504683739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/02/4th-march-wed-1-p.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/5803283834504683739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/5803283834504683739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/02/4th-march-wed-1-p.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-1350152782640237951</id><published>2009-02-27T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T17:13:56.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The medical check up for my SP enrollment thingum was just... weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters, I had to pee on a strip of paper for my urine analysis test. I really thought I'd have to pee in a cup or a bag ._. Then the doctor shoved his stethoscope down the front of my shirt without warning and I was -this- close to screaming when he shifted it around my chest area to check for fluids in my lungs. I thought they usually checked from behind, though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the X-Ray aunties kept molesting me while checking whether I was wearing a bra -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-1350152782640237951?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/1350152782640237951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/02/medical-check-up-for-my-sp-enrollment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/1350152782640237951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/1350152782640237951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/02/medical-check-up-for-my-sp-enrollment.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-3565038816832730690</id><published>2009-02-26T16:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T16:25:31.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know the saying "when life gives you lemons, make lemonade?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm gonna make LEMON SORBET instead cos lemon sorbet's nicer :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course when life gives me shit I'll take it and throw it back lar. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 April! 13 April! 13 April! WOOOO~! :D Enrollment day's 13 March, another Friday the 13th. My last one sucked, so I hope nothing happens the next time round. -.- But at least I'll get my own laptop by then :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wokay, quickie over so BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-3565038816832730690?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/3565038816832730690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-know-saying-when-life-gives-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/3565038816832730690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/3565038816832730690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-know-saying-when-life-gives-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-436714785826851241</id><published>2009-02-25T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T22:52:42.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-BUU7ff3ntE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=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/-BUU7ff3ntE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retro thinks the lead singer is hot. I just think he looks like a pervert : P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-436714785826851241?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/436714785826851241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/02/retro-thinks-lead-singer-is-hot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/436714785826851241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/436714785826851241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/02/retro-thinks-lead-singer-is-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-4877321655309815353</id><published>2009-02-25T12:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T12:41:17.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is bloody ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked through the medical report form and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE TO PEE IN A CUP BEFORE THEY LET ME ENROL INTO BIOTECH?! AND THEY'RE ONLY GETTING THE URINE SAMPLE TO CHECK MY GLUCOSE, PROTEINS AND BLOOD EXCRETION LEVELS! AND! Apparently it's up to the Medical Practitioner whether I should go for a blood test!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVEN THE OBS MEDICAL CHECK UP WASN'T LIKE THIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, not much of a big deal, but it's something about having to pee in a cup that's really unsettling...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-4877321655309815353?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/4877321655309815353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-is-bloody-ridiculous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/4877321655309815353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/4877321655309815353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-is-bloody-ridiculous.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-1958349252995394153</id><published>2009-02-24T18:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T19:13:33.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had to buy a statement for my results from MOE HQ cos I lost my results slip when I moved here to my Dad's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blardy heow, $10 gone cos of my carelessness. Damn heart pain leh. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing on my checklist: Medical check up. I HATE DOCTORS!!!!! D: D: D: D: D: D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-1958349252995394153?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/1958349252995394153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-had-to-buy-statement-for-my-results.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/1958349252995394153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/1958349252995394153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-had-to-buy-statement-for-my-results.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-653293125911231286</id><published>2009-02-23T01:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T15:57:35.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enrollment to-do list.</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tuition fee loan: Checked. (Need to bring it to the bank to sign it in front of a bank official.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tuition grant form: Checked.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Registration form for SP student access card thingum: Checked.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Parent's confirmations: Checked. (Deadline: Unknown [Enrollment day])&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Medical examination: &lt;strong&gt;UNCHECKED.&lt;/strong&gt; (Deadline: 6 March)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;'O' Level results slip: &lt;strong&gt;UNCHECKED.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;i&gt;I can't effing remember where the effing box I effing put it into is ARGHHHHHHHHH.&lt;/i&gt; (Deadline: Unknown [Enrollment day])&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw hell, the pain of enrolling into a tertiary education instituition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-653293125911231286?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/653293125911231286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/02/tuition-fee-loan-half-checked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/653293125911231286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/653293125911231286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/02/tuition-fee-loan-half-checked.html' title='Enrollment to-do list.'/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-5437375923078420094</id><published>2009-02-21T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T00:53:34.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY ENROLLMENT PACKAGE CAME IN ON TUESDAY! (: But I only got it today cos I was packing to move out of the place at Landmark Tower (which is undergoing renovation soon, once the cats GTFO of there. They're too freaked out to be put in carriers at the moment.). I'm bloody confused about it lar, there's a truckload of forms to sign and I need to get a Tuition Grant and a medical check up done by 6 March. But orientation's officially starting one day before my birthday! Can't wait :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shifted back to Dad's at Queensway and so far not so good, I ripped half my toe nail from the fourth toe on my left foot while shifting boxes into rooms. /: I still have no idea whether I should laugh or cry. Cry because of the pain (like, duh), laugh because it took me (I kid you not) half a minute for me to realise I actually ripped my toe nail. (Yes, I only realised I ripped my toe nail when I saw the blood splatter on the floor near the corner I hit.) Even a simple thing like sleeping's a bitch when you've got a freshly ripped toe nail; making sure you don't aggravate the situation any further can pretty much keep you awake for too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(No photos cos my phone sucks my metaphorical balls. XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to a rant;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S NOT "NO SENSE OF ORIGINALITY," IT'S JUST "NO ORIGINALITY." Also, FFS, it's just "hygiene standards," NOT "sense of hygiene." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deploring the drop in the average Singaporean's English standard is one thing, not doing anything much to curb the drop is another. For goodness sake, if you really want more Singaporeans to brush up on their English, do something more than the useless "Speak Good English Campaign" that has obviously failed time and time again. The debate scene here is already obliterated thanks to "The Arena" and "Bridging Minds," do you really want your future generation of rulers to be Singlish speaking twats who wouldn't be able to hold a decent conversation with other English speakers from other countries?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is just my opinion. Don't go all "Who are you to say anything" on me because I'm speaking as a concerned member of the Singaporean society on a prevalent issue.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rant over. But if you disagree, bear in mind I'll only seriously consider arguments that are constructed in proper English with no swear words needed to express yourselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-5437375923078420094?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/5437375923078420094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-enrollment-package-came-in-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/5437375923078420094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/5437375923078420094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-enrollment-package-came-in-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-7352193943534087224</id><published>2009-02-18T20:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T20:35:19.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TURNTABLE KITTEH PWNZES ALL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l1iKaZ9KKds&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&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/l1iKaZ9KKds&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&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;Anyhow, the damn interview at cedele was frigging unprofessional. They started the interview 2 hours late, they didn't bother putting down the job scope in the Recruit ad and best part is they didn't put down the fact that they were looking for people who could work there for at least 3 months when I've got 2 left. FFS LAR, MORE INFO WOULD HAVE HELPED LOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today really super waste time -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-7352193943534087224?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/7352193943534087224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/02/turntable-kitteh-pwnzes-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/7352193943534087224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/7352193943534087224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/02/turntable-kitteh-pwnzes-all.html' title='TURNTABLE KITTEH PWNZES ALL!'/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-2577213346912608796</id><published>2009-02-16T13:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T14:09:07.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This made me unsubscribe immediately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/SZj9Y1SL92I/AAAAAAAAANk/vsvzkDRkoxo/s1600-h/WTF.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/SZj9Y1SL92I/AAAAAAAAANk/vsvzkDRkoxo/s320/WTF.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303267164290807650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... WTF, SOCIAL ESCORT SERVICES ALSO ADVERTISE ONE ARH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I like how some people can be so illiterate and make fools out of themselves by leaving hate tags and acting big. I never said I was model material, on the contrary, I said I CAN'T be a model. In fact, even if I could, I'd rather have dinner with 100 boa constrictors at the top of Mt. Everest because I'm not like those anorexia/ bulimia worshippers in the modelling industry, I SEE THE NEED FOR FOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, I'd rather die from overeating than end up like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/SZkBj9zsiTI/AAAAAAAAANs/hnHVznZelIA/s1600-h/nicole-ritchie-totally-looks-like-a-corpse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/SZkBj9zsiTI/AAAAAAAAANs/hnHVznZelIA/s320/nicole-ritchie-totally-looks-like-a-corpse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303271753603909938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being fat, cos at least I don't look like Nicole Ritchie or Courtney Love; drugged out, haggard and about to snap into a million pieces. Carbs, proteins and fats are my best friends and I'm happy about my body shape. Of course, it also helps to know I can suffocate people by using my child bearing hips and huge ass to sit on them. Anyhow, as far as I recall, I don't need to look like a walking corpse to be a Laboratory Biologist, I need a Ph.D, book and street smarts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to see your reply, "Urfriend," cos frankly, now that your error's been pointed out by, not one, but TWO other people, I'd be surprised if you HAD anything else to say in relation to my post. You seem like those typical bimbos who have such low self esteem that they feel the need to attempt (and fail miserably) bringing others down with comments only a 5 year old would find snide and hurtful. I'm not going to bother blocking your IP address because well, I'd really like to see how this debate goes. I'm only replying here because I do admit your comment interested me, but it's the "hahah what the hell this is amusing in an assinine way" kind of interest, not the "omg whiee arree euu shooo meanniiee dher worzxzx" kind of interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and being anonymous and using language a 10 year old would be ashamed to use is just -so- damn mature.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-2577213346912608796?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/2577213346912608796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-made-me-unsubscribe-immediately.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/2577213346912608796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/2577213346912608796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-made-me-unsubscribe-immediately.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/SZj9Y1SL92I/AAAAAAAAANk/vsvzkDRkoxo/s72-c/WTF.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-6161323416317461033</id><published>2009-02-15T00:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T00:42:43.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AGAIN DailyJobHunt sends in an ad looking for a model -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/SZbyDSliqtI/AAAAAAAAANU/JfWT9utLB4E/s1600-h/djh2.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/SZbyDSliqtI/AAAAAAAAANU/JfWT9utLB4E/s320/djh2.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302691749618166482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU TELL ME WHETHER OR NOT THIS CAN MAKE IT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/SZbyYm9exDI/AAAAAAAAANc/-BHG_EVw5rw/s1600-h/THIS+CANT+MAKE+IT+TO+MODELLING+KTHX.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/SZbyYm9exDI/AAAAAAAAANc/-BHG_EVw5rw/s320/THIS+CANT+MAKE+IT+TO+MODELLING+KTHX.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302692115864536114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Don't wanna show you my face, but just look at the body shape. And I tied my hair, it's usually more nuts if I leave it alone.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Info: &lt;br /&gt;Height: 172 cm&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 56 kg (shut up, I'm heavy and I'm proud of it.)&lt;br /&gt;I never bothered measuring my waistline or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Top's a UK size 6, bottom's a UK size 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... judging from the photo and the info above, I'm definitely not model material lah, blardy heow, so stop sending in the damn ads already!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-6161323416317461033?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/6161323416317461033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/02/again-dailyjobhunt-sends-in-ad-looking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/6161323416317461033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/6161323416317461033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/02/again-dailyjobhunt-sends-in-ad-looking.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/SZbyDSliqtI/AAAAAAAAANU/JfWT9utLB4E/s72-c/djh2.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-7635726452549380924</id><published>2009-02-14T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T00:10:44.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only because I can. XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/2104501"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/2104501/1.gif" alt="Leaderboard" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com"&gt;&lt;br &gt;Create your own Friend Test here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead, I know you wanna take it. I'll put this on my profile too just in case you miss this post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-7635726452549380924?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/7635726452549380924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/02/only-because-i-can-xd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/7635726452549380924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/7635726452549380924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/02/only-because-i-can-xd.html' title='Only because I can. XD'/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-8424280505501221364</id><published>2009-02-12T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T23:12:01.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random quizzes</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="border: 1px solid gray; width: 320px; font-family: arial,verdana,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="padding: 5px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: black;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;What is your True Fear?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 4px;"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;Where Your life is Going&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 200px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 88%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="border: medium none ; margin: 10px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: black;"&gt;You are a very determined and willful individual. You have strong set goals that you plan to reach no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;You may be an overachiever at times but that's because you want to be successful in your life. The greatest accomplishment for you is when you reach a high goal. However, you constantly worry if you're not good enough to do something, or if your life doesn't go according to plan. You worry a lot about your future, and if it will meet all your high criteria. Don't worry, with your determination, and hard work ethic, and organization chances are things will go according to plan. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;Being Alone&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 60%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;Losing Someone&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 57%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;Commitment&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 53%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;Death&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 48%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;Looked down on&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 31%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;Disappointment&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 19%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="padding: 8px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/what_is_your_true_fear"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your True Fear?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/"&gt;Quiz Created on GoToQuiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is scarily accurate lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="border: 1px solid gray; width: 320px; font-family: arial,verdana,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="padding: 5px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: black;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;What animal would you be in the wild?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 4px;"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;Wild cat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 200px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 81%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="border: medium none ; margin: 10px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: black;"&gt;You are a true Warrior! May starpelt guide you to your destiny. You are loyal yet agressive. You have a willpower that burns in your eyes like lightning. Go! and fight for what is in your heart, my warrior.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;Raven&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 72%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;Dolphin&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 62%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;Pit viper&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 60%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;Fox&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;Falcon&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 43%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;Badger&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 15%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="padding: 8px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/what_animal_would_you_be_in_the_wild"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What animal would you be in the wild?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/"&gt;Quiz Created on GoToQuiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err... meow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid gray; padding: 6px; width: 320px; font-family: arial,verdana,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: black; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;You Are 28% Genius!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 200px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 28%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="border: medium none ; margin: 10px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: black;"&gt;Well it could have been worse, but that was a pretty low score. It seems certain that you are not, in fact, a genius. Better luck next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/the_genius_quiz" style="color: blue;"&gt;The Genius Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/" style="color: blue;"&gt;Take More Quizzes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD Yes I n00b lar, shut up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid gray; padding: 6px; width: 320px; font-family: arial,verdana,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: black; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;You would score 36% on Jeopardy&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 200px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 36%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="border: medium none ; margin: 10px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: black;"&gt;Not bad.  Questions were tough.  You did okay. You could consider yourself pretty smart answering some of those questions.  Only a few were trick questions, and you probably got those ones wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/jeopardy_style_questions" style="color: blue;"&gt;Jeopardy Style Questions&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/" style="color: blue;"&gt;Take More Quizzes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More n00b-ness. But this one's actually pretty tough. One of the questions was repeated though /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="border: 1px solid gray; width: 320px; font-family: arial,verdana,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="padding: 5px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: black;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;The How Emo Are You Quiz based on The Emo Song&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 4px;"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;not emo!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 200px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 85%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="border: medium none ; margin: 10px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: black;"&gt;how super...you're not emo at all congratulations!! keep up the good work jolly spectacular stuff :)you are free of the black abyss! yay!!!! now just make sure you stay free of the black plague...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;a wee bit emo..&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 38%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;moderately emo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 26%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;too emo for ur face&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="padding: 8px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/the_how_emo_are_you_quiz_based_on_the_emo_son"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The How Emo Are You Quiz based on The Emo Song&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/"&gt;Quiz Created on GoToQuiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: 320px; border: 1px solid gray; font: normal 12px arial, verdana, sans-serif; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="background: white; color: black; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font: bold 20px 'Times New Roman', serif; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;What's up with my hair?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 4px;"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;Lights, camera...CUT!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width: 200px; background: white; border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 81%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px; border: none; background: white; color: black;"&gt;It's time for a cut. Has it really been 8 weeks?  Seriously, 2 months is too long to go between cuts and still maintain a "style". Think about it, getting your hair washed and fabuluosly styled once a month really isn't that bad, is it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;More roots then a bonzai tree...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 74%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;You need a 180!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 73%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Your hair... it's beautiful!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 54%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Get it Straight!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 53%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Extend your style&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 53%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Hot mess!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 0%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="text-align: center; padding: 8px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/what_s_up_with_my_hair"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's up with my hair?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/"&gt;Quiz Created on GoToQuiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 320px; border: 1px solid gray; padding: 6px; font: normal 12px arial, verdana, sans-serif; color: black; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: black; font: bold 20px 'Times New Roman', serif; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;You Are 30% Strange!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="width: 200px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 30%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px; border: none; background: white; color: black;"&gt;You are very slightly strange.  This means you are quite normal.  You don't exactly freak out old grandmas or anything.  You most likely fit in well with the crowd.  Hey, it's okay, being normal ain't so bad.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/how_strange_are_you_1" style="color: blue;"&gt;How Strange Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/" style="color: blue;"&gt;Take More Quizzes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done, so BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-8424280505501221364?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/8424280505501221364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-quizzes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/8424280505501221364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/8424280505501221364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-quizzes.html' title='Random quizzes'/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-2504950442776650662</id><published>2009-02-12T00:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T00:45:03.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Utterly Emotional Detritus</title><content type='html'>I just feel really cold now. Not just physically but emotionally as well. Part of me just wants to chuck everything aside and another part wants to run up to the rooftop of this condominium, scream my lungs out at the world in general and cry my eyes out after. (And no, this isn't because I don't have a boyfriend. I mean, love is just plain overrated, especially on 14th Feb. Why would I bother?) I don't even know why I've been so pent up the past month after I got my results and all. Maybe I'm just bored, so I contemplate more than usual. /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being governed by my emotions most of the time. At least it doesn't happen in inappropriate times (i.e. during examinations period) but I'd rather it not happen at all. Emotions may make us human, but I don't want to be human at all. I'd rather be a robot that didn't harm anyone than a human who constantly hurts those around her. I only vomit my emotions here simply because my handwriting's too incomprehensible for a diary (which I do have, but I only use it for shit that can't be put up here and need to be forgotten.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh, sleep will make everything better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S: No suicide involved, so don't worry friends, and sucks to be you haters.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-2504950442776650662?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/2504950442776650662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/02/utterly-emotional-detritus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/2504950442776650662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/2504950442776650662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/02/utterly-emotional-detritus.html' title='Utterly Emotional Detritus'/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-1170339963856744751</id><published>2009-02-10T19:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T19:57:59.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wisdom teeth suck. One is on the verge of coming up but it's taking its own sweet time (it's been half a year) to come up and it HURTS like hell. -mutters and curses the rest of the way-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, out with Krystle, did the same old things at the same old place (Vivo). Today was definitely not a camwhore day for both of us cos the wind kept messing up our hair. But we got hair accessories so yay us :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quickie over, bye all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: WISDOM TEETH SUCK MY METAPHORICAL BALLS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-1170339963856744751?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/1170339963856744751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/02/wisdom-teeth-suck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/1170339963856744751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/1170339963856744751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/02/wisdom-teeth-suck.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-3482659929808486332</id><published>2009-02-09T14:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T14:48:02.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh right, Friday's debate. I keep forgetting about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn't believe it. I went down expecting a good debate but I only saw people not listen to each other and sticking to their own side when debating's all about listening. I mean, I'm proud that STC won but hell, it was only a sympathy victory, there's no reason for celebration as of yet. If this one debate was already bad, I don't want to think about how bad C Div was. I mean, the girls did improve from the time I left last year but it seems like the whole two-steps-forward-one-step-back thingum just repeats itself. RV was average, but at least they tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but when I entered the room I felt a sudden wave of arrogance coming from both schools' respective debate teams. Then everything just went down under from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister was annoyed when she went in cos her team (Temasek Academy or something like that, I don't even know her own team. All I know is that they're affiliated to TJC and they're A Div ._.) was quite irresponsible until I told her that just because she coaches doesn't mean she has to be God. Well, she played Puzzle Quest on my PSP all the way through the night but at least that dissipated her anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course Alex is still the obnoxious bugger I met from last year but wait, why am I surprised that he hasn't really changed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in other words, if I ever watch a debate again, I'll go watch my sister's team instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;... Trying to save myself before I think about saving others. Not the easiest thing in the world to do but I'll keep trying anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-3482659929808486332?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/3482659929808486332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-right-fridays-debate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/3482659929808486332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/3482659929808486332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-right-fridays-debate.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-4589055798660802175</id><published>2009-02-08T12:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T12:24:29.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I've officially stepped down from Tech, and Pastor Andy and Sis Vivian have left it up to me whether I want to leave or not, so... well, no prizes guessing lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sigh- I still feel a bit awkward though, can't explain why. I feel like just going to the top floor and screaming at the world in general.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-4589055798660802175?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/4589055798660802175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-ive-officially-stepped-down-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/4589055798660802175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/4589055798660802175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-ive-officially-stepped-down-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-9137166974210819699</id><published>2009-02-05T17:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T18:36:14.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was fun :D Met Lidia at the MRT station; we couldn't recognise each other! It took us 10 seconds to realise each other. :P So chatted for a bit, then made our way up to the cinema. Well, we wanted to lah, but we got ambushed along the way by two booths; one selling nail buffers and cuticle oils (which we bought in the end. $25 for both the cuticle oil and the nail buffer!) and one selling curling irons for $160 (student price). Of course we didn't buy the curling iron in the end lah, it was fricking expensive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we bought the tickets and went in for the movie at 1. Bride Wars was quite funny at certain points but got a bit boring in the middle. Overall not bad lah. Quite funny though, we didn't finish the popcorn and we were bloated so we didn't eat lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, went to walk around a bit looking for Sasa for Lidia to buy fake eye lashes but we couldn't find it in the end, so she gave up and we parted ways since she needed to meet her boyfriend. So it was homeward bound for me lor, but I spent another $23 before I got home on plastic covers (the kind that stick to the screen and the plastic cover itself) for my PSP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, more Vivo for me tomorrow, this time with Shar, then off to IJ Toa Payoh to watch the STC VS (VERSUS, NOT VICTORIA SCHOOL) River Valley debates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update over so BYE! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-9137166974210819699?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/9137166974210819699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-was-fun-d-met-lidia-at-mrt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/9137166974210819699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/9137166974210819699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-was-fun-d-met-lidia-at-mrt.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-1280613683559204559</id><published>2009-02-04T15:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T16:05:20.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>001. Real name → Carolyn Fah Jingwen&lt;br /&gt;002. Nickname(s)→ Carol, Lyn, Kerosene (-.- Tinwei arh Tinwei...), Thinker (courtesy of Louis Choo).&lt;br /&gt;003. Star sign → Aries&lt;br /&gt;004. Male or female → Female.&lt;br /&gt;005. Elementary → PAP Kindergarten&lt;br /&gt;006. Middle School →  CHIJ (Kellock)&lt;br /&gt;007. High School → CHIJ St Theresa's Convent.&lt;br /&gt;008. Hair color → Dark brown. Almost black but not yet.&lt;br /&gt;009. Long or short → Mid length at the moment but I'm planning to keep it long.&lt;br /&gt;010. Loud or Quiet → Depends on who I'm with.&lt;br /&gt;011. Sweats or Jeans → Jeans.&lt;br /&gt;012. Phone or Camera → Phone.&lt;br /&gt;013. Health freak  → Far from it. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;014. Drink or Smoke? → Neither.&lt;br /&gt;015. Do you have a crush on someone? → Err... would you believe me if I said no?&lt;br /&gt;016. Eat or Drink → Both! XD&lt;br /&gt;017. Piercings → One on each ear.&lt;br /&gt;018. Tattoos → None. Nada. Zero. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER?&lt;br /&gt;019. Been in an airplane→ Yes.&lt;br /&gt;020. Been in a relationship → ... Once?&lt;br /&gt;021. Been in a car accident → Nearly, but no.&lt;br /&gt;022. Been in a fist fight → No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS:&lt;br /&gt;023. First piercing → P6. Ear piercings, but they got infected so I waited till Sec 4 :P&lt;br /&gt;024. First best friend → SHAR CHAN! :D&lt;br /&gt;025. First award → National Lit Festival Set Text Debates winner.&lt;br /&gt;026. First crush → -secret!- Actually quite embarrassing lah. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;028. First vacation → KL, back when I was moving up and down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LASTS:&lt;br /&gt;029. Last person you talked to → Mum.&lt;br /&gt;030. Last person you texted → Sister.&lt;br /&gt;031. Last person(s) you watched a movie with → Tomorrow with Lidia! Hopefully Bride Wars. :P&lt;br /&gt;032. Last food you ate → Rice and soup.&lt;br /&gt;033. Last movie you watched → I can't remember :P&lt;br /&gt;034. Last song you listened to → My mum's '60s music -.-&lt;br /&gt;035. Last thing you bought → A dress.&lt;br /&gt;036. Last person you hugged → Can't remember :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVES:&lt;br /&gt;037. Food → JAP FOOD!&lt;br /&gt;038. Drinks → Anything sugary sweet.&lt;br /&gt;039. Clothing → Jeans.&lt;br /&gt;040. Books → Terry Pratchett's Discworld series. I'm so happy he got knighted!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;041. Musics → Mostly RnB, but I do enjoy the occasional song from any one of Andrew Lloyd Webber's musicals.&lt;br /&gt;042. Flower → Spider Lilies. I'll only tell my future (if any) boyfriend why their my favourite flowers. (:&lt;br /&gt;043. Colors → Black, silver and light blue.&lt;br /&gt;044. Movies → Hotel Rwanda, Shall We Dance... Actually too many to list.&lt;br /&gt;045. Positions → ... What talking you?&lt;br /&gt;046. Subjects → Lit, Bio, A and E Maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN 2008..... I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;047. [] Kissed in the snow (no snow here in S'pore lah.)&lt;br /&gt;048. []  celebrated Halloween (yeah, I did. BY SITTING FOR MY 'O' LEVEL BIO PAPER 2! -.-)&lt;br /&gt;049. [x] had your heart broken&lt;br /&gt;050. [x] went over the minutes on your cell phone&lt;br /&gt;051. [x] someone questioned your sexual orientation (I actually questioned my own; for a while I was bicurious. :P But now I'm definitely heterosexual.)&lt;br /&gt;052. [] came out of the closet&lt;br /&gt;053. [] gotten pregnant&lt;br /&gt;054. [] had an abortion&lt;br /&gt;055. [x] done something you've regretted&lt;br /&gt;056. [x] broke a promise&lt;br /&gt;057. [x] hid a secret&lt;br /&gt;058. [x] pretended to be happy&lt;br /&gt;059. [x] met someone who changed your life&lt;br /&gt;060. [x] pretended to be sick&lt;br /&gt;061. [x] left the country&lt;br /&gt;062. [] tried something you normally wouldn't try and liked it&lt;br /&gt;063. [x] cried over the silliest thing&lt;br /&gt;064. [x] ran a mile&lt;br /&gt;065. [] went to the beach with your best friend(s)&lt;br /&gt;066. [x] stay single the whole year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTLY:&lt;br /&gt;067. Eating → Nothing&lt;br /&gt;068. Drinking → Nothing&lt;br /&gt;069. I'm about to → Snooze.&lt;br /&gt;070. Listening to → My mum's 80s music.&lt;br /&gt;071. Plans for today → Nada. :D&lt;br /&gt;072. Waiting for → Tomorrow and Friday! Especially excited about tomorrow cos I'm meeting up with someone I haven't seen in ages. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE:&lt;br /&gt;073. Want kids? → Adoption only.&lt;br /&gt;074. Want to get married? → Depends lor.&lt;br /&gt;075. Careers in mind → Lab Biologist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER WITH GIRL/BOY?&lt;br /&gt;076. Lips or eyes → Eyes.&lt;br /&gt;077. Shorter or taller? → Taller. Although it's near impossible lah, I only know 10 guys who are taller than I am, and half of them are adults.&lt;br /&gt;078. Romantic or spontaneous → A bit of both. (:&lt;br /&gt;079. Nice stomach or nice arms  → ... Can have both? XD&lt;br /&gt;080. Sensitive or loud → Sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;081. Hook-up or relationship → Relationship.&lt;br /&gt;082. Trouble-maker or hesitant → Depends lah. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;083. Lost glasses/contacts → Always, in primary school.&lt;br /&gt;084. Ran away from home → Nearly did, decided against it.&lt;br /&gt;085. Hold a gun/knife for self defense → Nope.&lt;br /&gt;086. Killed somebody → Nope.&lt;br /&gt;087. Broken someone's heart → -shrugs-&lt;br /&gt;088. Been arrested → Nope.&lt;br /&gt;089. Cried when someone died → Yeah, grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;090. Yourself → Generally I do, but sometimes I doubt my own abilities.&lt;br /&gt;091. Miracles → Not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;092. Love at first sight → No. Never.&lt;br /&gt;093. Heaven → Not really.&lt;br /&gt;094. Santa Claus → No.&lt;br /&gt;095. Sex on the first date → Heck no, I don't even know the guy that well!&lt;br /&gt;096. Kiss on the first date → Depends lah. Lol. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;br /&gt;097. Is there one person you want to be with right now? → Nope.&lt;br /&gt;098. Are you seriously happy with where you are in life? → Yeah, cos I'm slowly but surely getting everything I've wanted.&lt;br /&gt;099. Do you believe in God → Not really.&lt;br /&gt;100. This is the 100th and last.  →This isn't even a question!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-1280613683559204559?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/1280613683559204559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/02/001.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/1280613683559204559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/1280613683559204559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/02/001.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-3304718002162391354</id><published>2009-02-03T10:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T21:24:10.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A short Thank You segment to someone. (:</title><content type='html'>Xianfeng, you're made of win and awesome, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering the fact that we're only online friends who've never seen each other face to face before, you've really helped me a lot, especially this year so far when I told you I was going to SP. Thanks for offering to be my tour guide at Open House (sorry I didn't go in the end :P) and thanks for referring me to your friend Aileen! But more importantly, thanks for the times you tried to help me out with debate stuff/ Hist. stuff when I was studying for 'O's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's me just saying thank you for being an awesome friend. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, might be meeting up with Lidia Lim on Thursday :D Awesome-ness ensues! I haven't seen that girl since we graduated from Kellock 5 years ago! She suggested a movie so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna watch Bride Wars! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooee, update over so BYE~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Edit)&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - Bride Wars and hanging out with Lidia Lim at Vivo. Meeting her at 1.&lt;br /&gt;Friday - Back to Vivo again with Shar this time for Ben&amp;amp;Jerry's at 4, before (tentative) going down to CHIJ Toa Payoh to watch the STC debate team &lt;strike&gt;get trounced by&lt;/strike&gt; BEAT River Valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! :D&lt;br /&gt;(/Edit)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-3304718002162391354?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/3304718002162391354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/02/short-thank-you-post-to-someone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/3304718002162391354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/3304718002162391354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/02/short-thank-you-post-to-someone.html' title='A short Thank You segment to someone. (:'/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430090079365022405.post-3974722948759417434</id><published>2009-02-02T17:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T21:13:16.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So because yesterday I bought a very boyish thing (i.e. the PSP), I got something extremely girlish to neutralise it. Sooooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut my fringe to bangs and I got a dress. Hahah, the perks of living in Chinatown. Now I'll need to wait for a year if I want to keep my hair long. /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Stop asking for photos, they won't be around until I finally meet up with Shar, cos I verii c@mer@ shyy dher! Unless Mimi wants to meet up to zilianzxzx... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;I know you're gonna be reading this simply because it's you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Did you really expect me to believe your lies one more time that night when you called? Did it make you feel any better about yourself, knowing that I actually loved you when you didn't want to have anything to do with me anymore? For God's sake, think before you open your mouth. I know you were trying to trick me into telling you why we broke up, did you really think I was THAT stupid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From loving you, now I can safely say I hate you. Really, I do. You're the first person I can safely say I hate, usually it's a mild dislike at the very most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wanting you to be wanting me,&lt;br /&gt;No that ain't the way to be.&lt;br /&gt;How I feel? Read my lips&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm so over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, it's my time.&lt;br /&gt;You never were a friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;Hurt at first, a little bit&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm so over&lt;br /&gt;I'm so over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and by the by, I lied too. Jon and Alvin know what happened between us. I don't care anymore if you hate me after this cos I started hating you way before this came out on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't believe I was so stupid to not have realised until the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430090079365022405-3974722948759417434?l=maskeraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/feeds/3974722948759417434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-because-yesterday-i-bought-very.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/3974722948759417434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430090079365022405/posts/default/3974722948759417434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeraid.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-because-yesterday-i-bought-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn F.J.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116589048216323471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vccGJbK-62w/Scr8p0nSSnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WBLmEght564/S220/MIMI+AND+CAROLYN!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
