<?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-17641434</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:50:59.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INTOLERABLE TENACITY.</title><subtitle type='html'>WWW.ROCKINTOXICANT.BLOGSPOT.COM</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>514</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-8709392007533349036</id><published>2007-09-07T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T00:41:46.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As you all know, Blogger raped rockintoxicant of his skin, so I've moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ilmiocantante.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://ilmiocantante.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you break the name up it's il mio cantante, which is Italian for "my singer". Edward's version (Or rather, Aro's) in New Moon is La Tua Cantante, which is something like the same. I think his means "your singer", if I'm not wrong. Pretty cool, huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, so last post here. Goodbye, rockintoxicant! But feel free to visit the past posts. &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-8709392007533349036?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/8709392007533349036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=8709392007533349036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/8709392007533349036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/8709392007533349036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/09/as-you-all-know-blogger-raped.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-575811522096913865</id><published>2007-09-06T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T09:39:34.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I THINK I'M GOING TO HAVE TO GET A NEW BLOG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger sucks. Alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'd try wordpress. It's very practical, and that's what I'm looking for right now.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the lack of tagboard. Those who wish to come impersonate me, nag at me, scream, shout, hurl profanities, sorry. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'm not doing this on purpose. I'd post one last post if I really do change my blog, yeah? Okay, goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-575811522096913865?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/575811522096913865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=575811522096913865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/575811522096913865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/575811522096913865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-think-im-going-to-have-to-get-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-8085032799662875384</id><published>2007-09-06T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T08:32:48.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Emmett and I were away hunting. Jasper shows up, covered in battle scars, towing this little freak who greets them all by name, knows everything about them, and wants to know which room she can move into. When I got home, all my things were in the garage." -Edward Cullen, Eclipse.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This impersonator (he/she is trying to be me, who else!) on Chrysan's blog is undoubtedly fascinating. But I shall digress here; I need to find skins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning on a plain white one, something like Jamie's. Jamie's skins always look good, no matter in real life or in cyberspace... If you get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'd have to go on hiatus for tomorrow, I don't really know. Wish I could read minds, or be psychic. That's be utterly brilliant. I'd trade in my PS2, my iPod, my tablet, my wardrobe and all my Converse hightops for such powers. (Sigh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-8085032799662875384?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/8085032799662875384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=8085032799662875384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/8085032799662875384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/8085032799662875384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/09/emmett-and-i-were-away-hunting.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-4769876562128790850</id><published>2007-09-05T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T08:56:18.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;THE AMANDA ARGUMENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That's hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh Chrysan, where's your friend?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe "friend" is an inappropriate word. Please forgive my thoughtlessness. I think &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;foe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; will sound better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chrysan's blog URL is &lt;a href="http://www.2479726.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.2479726.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; and it's freaking fun to visit, especially the tagboard. Why? There's this little phantom lurking around her tagboard, hurling unsatisfying Hokkien profanities at Chrysan, who apparently is just as confused as I am. Who's this guy? Girl? Thing? Nobody knows, for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love controversy. *Shrugs* Maybe I'm mad. Or I just like to argue with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting for that guy to reappear on Chrysan's tagboard. I love a good vocal brawl. Oops, sorry, not vocal. Brawls of Literacy. That's extremely fun, especially when the opponent's got a mentality of a 11-year-old (or younger) and knows nothing but Hokkien profanities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can smell it in the air. If this person comes to rockintoxicant, he/she/it will practically shout, "You think you so noble ah!? Use all the chim chim words... Nb! Think I don't understand ah! See me no up issit! Defend your friend... You want to show me you read dictionary only lah... Kns... Ccb..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not the word "noble", too. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting. It's impolite to let a lady wait, you know. Especially on cyberspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep- watch out for the guy/girl/thing who hides behind the pretty facade, and fake name, of &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;anti-you. &lt;/em&gt;And if I'm not wrong there's still this guy who puts a ;D for a name.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Quite cool, huh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just reread the past tags of anti-you. They're HILARIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(In case you were wondering what happened on Chrysan's tagboard):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anti you: kk... don talk so much... meet up and settle.... dare??? ask all ur fren come down... anyone... wan wan?? DARE??u think every tag is i type de ya?? bull shit.. i only type 2.. other is not even me.. i say meet u all like small kitty.. hide it.. jux dare to scold.. no one ans.. so i bored.. don play ler.. idio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*Giggles* Eh, this is damn funny. I wonder who Chrysan literally offended- some mafia (Timotheus?) on the streets of Singapore? I don't know. "Meet up and settle" sounds so passe. Brawls of Literacy are the next hot things. "I say meet u all like small kitty.. hide it.." sounds cute. Reminds me of Hello Kitty. But I don't understand, and I don't want to understand either *Shrugs in blase manner*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No one ans.. so i bored.. don play ler.. idio"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here comes Amanda.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're not so free to come look you up. If this started in cyberspace, it ends in cyberspace. Retaliate. Go on. Make it colourful. And if you wish to use the word "idiot" again, it's i-d-i-o-t. You missed the little "t" there...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later tags:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anti you: haha.. anti you.. you act cute argh? = =" cute sia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Wow, MPD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MPD= Multiple Personality Disorder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anti you: ask her go shoppin?? she cant de la... muz reach HME early de... hme gal.. if not parent will call all police to come her.. o my~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Chrysan just eliminated some vowels and it stumped you. Brilliant. And what's with the shopping? Have you gone shopping before? Or are you actually a cyborg who feeds on nothing but batteries? Educate me :( Please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anti you: why you suddenly so cb bitchy? people good to you already and you are fucking bitchy! NBCB! spammers! CHOING arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~~ oh my~~ nb sab going to open her CB mouth again~~ oh my~~ i scared sia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Infantile juvenile freakazoids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Chrysan seems bitchy to you.. Sorry about it, then. Well. And I thought it was spelt as "chiong" and not "CHOING"? Um, and we know how exaggerated you are already, so there are excessive 'h's in the word "argh" that you can remove, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're afraid, then don't go to Chrysan's blog. Maybe you should just go back to your home, aka the bottom of the cesspits. And look who you're calling spammers. What with all the cb, nb? It's boring, it really is. Go revamp your vocabulary wardrobe. I suggest the dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anti you: fucking bitch! u really thing u big big ass sorry i mean big shot argh?? o my~~ eat my ass lah! NB see ur ugly nbcb face i can vomit liao sia! dundeh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, your ass is too freaking big. But no one bothers to eat your ass anyway. We'd rather eat the remnants of the trash from yesterday. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We can't choose anything from the cesspits because it's your home after all, and intruding the privacy of your... home is impolite. Plus, can you insult more colourfully? You're really getting on my nerves because just about everything is the same.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;anti you: oi nb cb or sab!you all die liao or scared to open your ass? nb! next time dont dare to talk then dont talk! knnbccb! u think u big shot argh? go to hell le cb! o my~~ where are you sab!! big ass sab~~ open your big ass mouth la! where are you sia? where u stay? i come find you! nb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"Open your ass"? Means? I don't understand. (And I don't wish to degrade myself by understanding such inept ways to express angers too, ha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has cyberspace got to do with their bottoms? You're contradicting yourself, dear. First you accuse them of being dead because they're blatantly ignoring you. Then you tell them not to talk. What do you want? Please state clearly. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you'd leave little trails of poop if you ever went to anyone's house. I'd rather not endure the smell... I have a slightly weak stomach. If they go to hell, you're Hades's cousin/ spawn of Satan already. Or were you hoping for a reserved bus seat to Heaven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy disappointment, then~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This controversy thing is super fun. I'm like Emmett and Jacob bracing themselves for the fight. The newborns! Fun, fun, fun. *Waves arms around wildly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even seem to see the ;D or anti you dude anymore. Where are they? It's impolite to keep me waiting &gt;:(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm trying to figure out what's the real problem here, but I think that this two people, one seriously random and the other plagued with MPD, are deprived. Of... love? I don't know. Try acting cute, maybe that will help! If it doesn't then I don't know what works for you already. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or you were so evil you died, and then your records were so shockingly dirty, Hell spat you straight back out from its deepest pits cos you'd just terrorize everyone there. Talk about a hell-given gift! You can join forces with Cyclops in our school already. Need any introductions?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-4769876562128790850?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/4769876562128790850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=4769876562128790850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/4769876562128790850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/4769876562128790850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/09/amanda-argument-thats-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-5348721253412132190</id><published>2007-09-05T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T08:56:58.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Can someone sponsor me Topshop jeans? Like, &lt;em&gt;please&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;That sounded freaking bimbotic. But what's there not to love about Topshop jeans? Uh, other than the price tag, of course. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading some twit's Friendster profile page now, and it's all about the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;::r3sPecTmAiiSTYLE]]*&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;XINGANS&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;&lt;/span&gt;33&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MUaCkiies.&lt;/span&gt; *Shudders at involuntary shiver down spine* But no wonder MOT had such fun. Some of them are pretty intriguing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, love confessions. Hahahaha. No, that really pisses me off. Take your little &lt;em&gt;tong huaz :D&lt;/em&gt; somewhere else, please. Tsk, it's grossing us out. "Us" being all the right-minded people with the screws in place on our right brains. Suggested place: the bottom of the bog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't anyone out there going to start a Abolish Twit Talk campaign?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are people who act hardcore with the keyboard by attempting to scare little kids by posting messages like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If you don't send this in 5 minutes some headless, dismembered, sentient creature will come to your house tonight, break your windpipe with one karate chop,&lt;/em&gt; (don't stop me, I'm having so much fun!)&lt;em&gt; slit your throat and then paint messages with your blood. Then he/she will go eat all the chocolate in your fridge. After he/she is satisfied, your body will be burnt on an ironing board on top of a Dumpster. Your ashes will linger in the ozone layer and create many holes because your hostility affects the ozone layer worse than any can of hairspray. Beat that, John Travolta. Yours sincerely, Mr Hoogalongkangbreadfacedoxymoron."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, for good measure,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"There was this boy who deleted this message and this happened to him. He was found dead in the closet, however, and not a Dumpster."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Classic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NC-16, huh. But it's the seventh month now. No wonder such bulletins are so prevalent. Stupid people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-5348721253412132190?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/5348721253412132190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=5348721253412132190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/5348721253412132190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/5348721253412132190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/09/can-someone-sponsor-me-topshop-jeans.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-1135502136381318022</id><published>2007-09-05T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T05:07:50.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"I've stolen, I've lied, I've coveted... My virtue is all I have left." -Edward Cullen, Eclipse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it I hate all science teachers. I mean, all of them are weird and stuff. Including my tuition teachers. Yeah, whatever. People who dabble too much in Math and Science are plain freakazoids that resemble robots as much as squirrels resemble squirrels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Runs around in circles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be a mental patient anytime. Better than a cyborg. At least I get to eat food and not batteries hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literature remedial today was pretty boring. I kept entertaining myself by drawing on Mag's thigh. The cuckoo girl was mercilessly teased by Huiling and I for having pretty pimples. Then Huiling created some liquefied pimple thing out of an innocent strawberry bubble tea. Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaiying, Ziting, Chrysan, Jamie and Jos appeared quite literally out of nowhere this morning at Clementi Macs. They saw my hair. Huiling was trying to convince me that it didn't look as bad as I assumed. Mag was constantly &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ah Shuing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; me, and our superfluous weapon:&lt;em&gt; "Eh, your pimples can join together, ha ha ha"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magreaction: AAAAAAHHHHH! *Goes hysterical*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snuck out to JP with Mag and Huiling, and Mag fell down a bottomless pit near the train station, met a Chesire Cat and a bunch of poker cards that tried to kill her. That was the last of Magdalene Phua we saw. Hence Huiling and I decided to continue with our Journey to the West(side shopping centre, Jurong Point). We were supposed to look for a box for me to put pens in, but I ended up with an myuk pencilcase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home after that, fell asleep and dreamt of doing surveys and filling up forms. Weird. Woke up a while later and listened to Mum scream at me for something, but I forgot what. I don't think I even heard her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-1135502136381318022?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/1135502136381318022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=1135502136381318022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/1135502136381318022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/1135502136381318022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/09/ive-stolen-ive-lied-ive-coveted.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-3774332888536759898</id><published>2007-09-04T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T10:10:47.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PICTURES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes, you can go buy 4D or something, because Amanda is FINALLY uploading pictures on her blog. Right, right, right? &lt;em&gt;Right! Go! Go!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay maybe that was a rhetorical question... I'm not too well-versed with these kind of subtle stuff, so it may not be prudent to use it so often, or people will think I'm going crazy, though I think I already AM crazy, whatever, so, yo ho, a pirate's life for me. Stupid secants and cosecants and cotangents. They're scrambling up what's left of my left brain. Sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Stamps foot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Talk about too much rum...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Digress halts here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures, from 31st August to 4th September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt17GviMMnI/AAAAAAAABAs/cjcuB-HvFGI/s1600-h/a-0603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106372908277314162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt17GviMMnI/AAAAAAAABAs/cjcuB-HvFGI/s320/a-0603.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing crap stuff during the Teachers' Day celebrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like for instance, camwhoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt17GviMMoI/AAAAAAAABA0/Ai45X-OILt8/s1600-h/a-0604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106372908277314178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt17GviMMoI/AAAAAAAABA0/Ai45X-OILt8/s320/a-0604.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huiling and Charlene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind them using my phone, of course, but Charlene's weird, because her phone's resolution and megapixels are tons better than mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt17G_iMMpI/AAAAAAAABA8/efZGUGrlLf8/s1600-h/a-0605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106372912572281490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt17G_iMMpI/AAAAAAAABA8/efZGUGrlLf8/s320/a-0605.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huiling looks so happy when she takes pictures with me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt17G_iMMqI/AAAAAAAABBE/1ucw4LQbi1M/s1600-h/a-0606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106372912572281506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt17G_iMMqI/AAAAAAAABBE/1ucw4LQbi1M/s320/a-0606.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No she doesn't look as happy when she takes pictures with Charlene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt17HPiMMrI/AAAAAAAABBM/Pd6OdliaQeg/s1600-h/a-0608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106372916867248818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt17HPiMMrI/AAAAAAAABBM/Pd6OdliaQeg/s320/a-0608.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food in the RGPS canteen is still AS GOOD AS EVER! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate one bowl of &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mian, &lt;/em&gt;a garlic bread, 2 steamed buns and a cup of jelly. Mmmn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt19JfiMM0I/AAAAAAAABCM/Qmh22t-anI4/s1600-h/a-0610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106375154545210178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt19JfiMM0I/AAAAAAAABCM/Qmh22t-anI4/s320/a-0610.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Plaza Singapura after Gelare- Taahira and I were fighting over Zac Efron, because Zac Efron's quite hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you see him on that American magazine?! Gosh. Wow, the abs. *Watches Elise run around cyberspace*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elise loves Zac Efron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt19JfiMM1I/AAAAAAAABCU/vndoiaISGvE/s1600-h/a-0611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106375154545210194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt19JfiMM1I/AAAAAAAABCU/vndoiaISGvE/s320/a-0611.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda and Amanda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt19JfiMM2I/AAAAAAAABCc/tTvYKq1jjL0/s1600-h/a-0612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106375154545210210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt19JfiMM2I/AAAAAAAABCc/tTvYKq1jjL0/s320/a-0612.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jemimah the scary girl. But thanks alot for the cute surprise, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Me: "Skip the formalities... The cupcake looks good"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt19JviMM3I/AAAAAAAABCk/lXkbrOhsZh8/s1600-h/a-0613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106375158840177522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt19JviMM3I/AAAAAAAABCk/lXkbrOhsZh8/s320/a-0613.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And look! It's my birthdaaaaaaaay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken at 12.36 am, as you can see. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt19J_iMM4I/AAAAAAAABCs/RbOT_JhgpLI/s1600-h/a-0614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106375163135144834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt19J_iMM4I/AAAAAAAABCs/RbOT_JhgpLI/s320/a-0614.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the afternoon of my golden day with 2 of my best friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had ample time to go to Orchard Cineleisure for some shopping and food before moving off to our Cultural Meeting, so that was brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt194PiMM5I/AAAAAAAABC0/kW8e-IXCKMo/s1600-h/a-0615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106375957704094610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt194PiMM5I/AAAAAAAABC0/kW8e-IXCKMo/s320/a-0615.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priscilla insisted on Take 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt194PiMM6I/AAAAAAAABC8/zJYUuzsKmAk/s1600-h/a-0616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106375957704094626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt194PiMM6I/AAAAAAAABC8/zJYUuzsKmAk/s320/a-0616.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was damn grumpy during the train ride because she was freaking hungry, and Huishan podnapped my iPod. Hence I had to deal with one grumpy girl and one antisocial one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember how Pris was like during the Harry Potter movie last time- her tummy was giving her major problems but she somehow couldn't do anything about it, so she was locked up in her own head throughout the outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priscilla. *Sighs*&lt;br /&gt;But she's fabulous to have around. The kind of things she does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt194fiMM7I/AAAAAAAABDE/juUSvNrTNN0/s1600-h/a-0617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106375961999061938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt194fiMM7I/AAAAAAAABDE/juUSvNrTNN0/s320/a-0617.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should know better than to stand next to 2 extremely skinny people and take a fullbodshot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt194fiMM8I/AAAAAAAABDM/ghimsNQ8H9A/s1600-h/a-0618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106375961999061954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt194fiMM8I/AAAAAAAABDM/ghimsNQ8H9A/s320/a-0618.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dined at that Hong Kong cafe (the name is too long; can't remember it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt194viMM9I/AAAAAAAABDU/Qrq3X3YpSmI/s1600-h/a-0619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106375966294029266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt194viMM9I/AAAAAAAABDU/Qrq3X3YpSmI/s320/a-0619.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The metal cups they served us drinks in made us feel like high class convicts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt1-a_iMM-I/AAAAAAAABDc/PZYzZoi__Gg/s1600-h/a-0620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106376554704548834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt1-a_iMM-I/AAAAAAAABDc/PZYzZoi__Gg/s320/a-0620.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 10 years (metaphor alert), the baked rice came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Baked spag for Pris.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt1-a_iMM_I/AAAAAAAABDk/HyVon0CiTVk/s1600-h/a-0621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106376554704548850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt1-a_iMM_I/AAAAAAAABDk/HyVon0CiTVk/s320/a-0621.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, recharged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt1-bPiMNAI/AAAAAAAABDs/aVozYNy8r-U/s1600-h/a-0622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106376558999516162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt1-bPiMNAI/AAAAAAAABDs/aVozYNy8r-U/s320/a-0622.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food critic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt1-bPiMNBI/AAAAAAAABD0/Aadjxp39Muw/s1600-h/a-0624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106376558999516178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt1-bPiMNBI/AAAAAAAABD0/Aadjxp39Muw/s320/a-0624.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pris's battery life jumped from negative 48% to 130%. She was finally in the mood to make her maniacal faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wildly loony is Priscilla's norm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt1-bfiMNCI/AAAAAAAABD8/LJ-CTnYBdXc/s1600-h/a-0625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106376563294483490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt1-bfiMNCI/AAAAAAAABD8/LJ-CTnYBdXc/s320/a-0625.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep- trying to gross Huishan out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet Huishan was having a hard time trying to make the bile that had rose up from her liver go back down when she saw that Pris was trying to be convincingly cute :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt1--_iMNDI/AAAAAAAABEE/ZlzUJFGOF2c/s1600-h/a-0626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106377173179839538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt1--_iMNDI/AAAAAAAABEE/ZlzUJFGOF2c/s320/a-0626.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pulled that one on me, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I puked all over. Some stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt1-_PiMNEI/AAAAAAAABEM/qzelTeqecZw/s1600-h/a-0627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106377177474806850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt1-_PiMNEI/AAAAAAAABEM/qzelTeqecZw/s320/a-0627.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kind of made a mistake ordering this gargantuan dessert (mango ice). Why? Because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) We were about to explode (no kidding) from the oversized portions of baked rice/spaghetti, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) It was friggin' cold in that HK cafe place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advice: Bring a jacket next time, and share your baked item with someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt1-_PiMNFI/AAAAAAAABEU/FI0mZAMNRtg/s1600-h/a-0630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106377177474806866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt1-_PiMNFI/AAAAAAAABEU/FI0mZAMNRtg/s320/a-0630.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what I mean when I said Huishan was blur?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt1-_PiMNGI/AAAAAAAABEc/13594U_90dU/s1600-h/a-0628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106377177474806882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt1-_PiMNGI/AAAAAAAABEc/13594U_90dU/s320/a-0628.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Groovy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt1_0_iMNII/AAAAAAAABEs/7ixEgWsLSR8/s1600-h/a-0629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106378100892775554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt1_0_iMNII/AAAAAAAABEs/7ixEgWsLSR8/s320/a-0629.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah were we like, fighting a war to keep the ice cream aloof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt1-_fiMNHI/AAAAAAAABEk/xT4yotzSNXg/s1600-h/a-0631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106377181769774194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt1-_fiMNHI/AAAAAAAABEk/xT4yotzSNXg/s320/a-0631.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our melted remains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the last to stop eating! And I'd finished most of my baked rice! Call me a champ, call me a champ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Huishan and Pris surrendered because they were freezing already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd borrowed Huishan's jacket earlier on when we were walking in the rain and it got soaked, hence she couldn't wear it :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She and Pris had an umbrella! Don't blame me, c'mon :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt1_0_iMNJI/AAAAAAAABE0/c8AnLRLvUDU/s1600-h/a-0632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106378100892775570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt1_0_iMNJI/AAAAAAAABE0/c8AnLRLvUDU/s320/a-0632.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More antics by Pris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I didn't realise that I was in the same cafe as SK and Serene until we exited. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt1_1PiMNKI/AAAAAAAABE8/l7JOw7WVrPE/s1600-h/a-0637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106378105187742882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt1_1PiMNKI/AAAAAAAABE8/l7JOw7WVrPE/s320/a-0637.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zac Efron woo!&lt;br /&gt;In the lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt1_1PiMNLI/AAAAAAAABFE/gfZ8vVh7fsU/s1600-h/a-0638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106378105187742898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt1_1PiMNLI/AAAAAAAABFE/gfZ8vVh7fsU/s320/a-0638.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huishan bought me this. &lt;strong&gt;Paaaatrick!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She regretted that later on because I kept talking to Patrick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt1_1fiMNMI/AAAAAAAABFM/A4lQNEETaL0/s1600-h/a-0639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106378109482710210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt1_1fiMNMI/AAAAAAAABFM/A4lQNEETaL0/s320/a-0639.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pris and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Chrysan and Jaww outside Taka.&lt;br /&gt;(Did I get his name right, Chrysan? Whoops.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt2AT_iMNNI/AAAAAAAABFU/TQE-AiRw-JI/s1600-h/a-0640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106378633468720338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt2AT_iMNNI/AAAAAAAABFU/TQE-AiRw-JI/s320/a-0640.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is this picture so Charlene Chan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt2AT_iMNOI/AAAAAAAABFc/zhrUjxnbW88/s1600-h/a-0641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106378633468720354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt2AT_iMNOI/AAAAAAAABFc/zhrUjxnbW88/s320/a-0641.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obsessed with my new friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt2AUPiMNPI/AAAAAAAABFk/fh7Pt17JiGY/s1600-h/a-0642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106378637763687666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt2AUPiMNPI/AAAAAAAABFk/fh7Pt17JiGY/s320/a-0642.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night after the meeting, we parted and I went off to meet my mum, dad and maid at Vivocity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious stupid stuff happened there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay first we went to Marche and queued for ages for a place. Mum and Dad decided to whip out something they'd gotten for me at Holland V earlier that day when I was at Orchard Cine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A niceeeee hairband.&lt;br /&gt;Watch the photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt2AUfiMNQI/AAAAAAAABFs/NqWEYkmzgmA/s1600-h/a-0643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106378642058654978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt2AUfiMNQI/AAAAAAAABFs/NqWEYkmzgmA/s320/a-0643.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the baked rice and mango ice, I could only manage some cheese sticks, a lemonade, a mushroom soup and a scoop of Panna Cotta ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt2AUfiMNRI/AAAAAAAABF0/arJxlk-XHaw/s1600-h/a-0644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106378642058654994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt2AUfiMNRI/AAAAAAAABF0/arJxlk-XHaw/s320/a-0644.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah my hairband!&lt;br /&gt;It's black and fluffy with red horns on top. Talk about &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;horny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Stop laughing, damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat next to the glass panel, and a bunch of kids that were playing catching actually stopped their game, stood outside and stared at my nice headgear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore that around Vivocity. From Forever 21 to Levi's to Topshop to Mu-ee to Mini Toons, and to another bunch of places. My mum and dad were having lots of fun going nuts with me, and my maid couldn't quit giggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt2Bz_iMNSI/AAAAAAAABF8/3ezIb-kou9k/s1600-h/a-0645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106380282736162082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt2Bz_iMNSI/AAAAAAAABF8/3ezIb-kou9k/s320/a-0645.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in years we decided to watch a movie together! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last show we watched together (in a cinema) was... Troy, I think. I remember watching Unleashed with my mum and dad too. Woah. How many years was that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum was surprised when she saw this fat lady on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I meant the show Hairspray!)&lt;br /&gt;She almost shrieked when I told her it was her handsome (he's handsome for his age) &lt;strong&gt;John Travolta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Digress)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Italy last time and the guys there were so handsome! The trash collector at the Leaning Tower of Pisa made my mum and I freeze because he looked like John Travolta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad was all moany, since my mum and I were capable of doing nothing but stare at guys when we were at Italy. That was the only time my mum allowed me to gaze at handsome men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there are none in Singapore anyway. *Shrugs in a blasé manner*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt2B0PiMNTI/AAAAAAAABGE/mvn8Bd0PXng/s1600-h/a-0646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106380287031129394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt2B0PiMNTI/AAAAAAAABGE/mvn8Bd0PXng/s320/a-0646.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow Zac Efron again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt2B0fiMNVI/AAAAAAAABGU/7iZsyKGr4Fw/s1600-h/a-0648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106380291326096722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt2B0fiMNVI/AAAAAAAABGU/7iZsyKGr4Fw/s320/a-0648.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I look better with my fringe covering my forehead. Elise says I look like a furrreak without fringe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum, dad, my maid and I watched Ratatouille. It was great! One of the best animation shows I've ever watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt2B0fiMNWI/AAAAAAAABGc/yasWZpmqifs/s1600-h/a-0649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106380291326096738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt2B0fiMNWI/AAAAAAAABGc/yasWZpmqifs/s320/a-0649.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know what you did last summer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't see it here, but during the spare hour we had before Ratatouille, I shared a truckload of M&amp;Ms with my mum and I'd gobbled up all the blue M&amp;amp;Ms. (Mum was irritated because I kept picking and poking at the blue ones)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to the toilet a half hour later and realised that I'd been walking around Vivo with blue lips, a pair of horns on my head (Hellboy!!!) and a bling necklace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt2CXviMNXI/AAAAAAAABGk/vqQ9NgzeDhQ/s1600-h/a-0650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106380896916485490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt2CXviMNXI/AAAAAAAABGk/vqQ9NgzeDhQ/s320/a-0650.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoes. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a picture of myself with the new disastrous haircut but I didn't want to plague you guys and be responsible for a surfeit amount of hospital bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, that photo was twittish. *Sighs* Well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literature remedial tomorrow, and I don't know when I'd be able to blog again. Friggin' EOYs. May the creators burn in hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup need some rest- it's 1am. Relatively early for me though. Ah ha! Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-3774332888536759898?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/3774332888536759898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=3774332888536759898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/3774332888536759898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/3774332888536759898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/09/pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rt17GviMMnI/AAAAAAAABAs/cjcuB-HvFGI/s72-c/a-0603.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-734562276016776513</id><published>2007-09-04T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T08:19:29.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Overprotective fool." -Alice Cullen, Eclipse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Maybe tomorrow. I've got pictures on hand, but some are corrupted files.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, anyways, for keeping the tags coming in. Love y'all for the birthday greeting smses and the pressies and stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got a disastrous haircut today. Now I look like a japanese schoolboy. Assssssss!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-734562276016776513?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/734562276016776513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=734562276016776513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/734562276016776513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/734562276016776513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/09/overprotective-fool.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-1934655207248214623</id><published>2007-09-01T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T09:28:52.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"And your chocolate fur reflects what? How sweet you are?" -Sam Uley, Eclipse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's my birthday in 17 minutes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit, old already lah.&lt;br /&gt;But one more year and I can watch NC-16 shows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It's not as if I don't watch NC-16 shows now, though. Cyborg.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was pretty good. I mean, it's the eve of my birthday! Of course, I got into another quarrel with my mum- she didn't even want to give me face on the eve of my birthday. *Stamps foot* But quarrels are inevitable sometimes. Thank goodness I'm not a werewolf, or I'd have exploded in the MRT or something today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had tuition in the morning, and my tuition teacher gave me 6 Amaths questions as my birthday present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down for a walk in my new Nikes later on, and came back about a half hour later because it'd started to pour. Lousy timing; I fell asleep 15 minutes after stepping into my house because the weather was so darn good. No wonder I think I'd love Forks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual- overslept, and didn't bother to change into something more presentable for HChinese tuition. Thus I resumed my t-shirt-and-FBTs-and-sneakers garb and flew off to the MRT station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Digress: I sound like I'm writing an essay here. Sigh.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached the train station in plenty of time, but I forgot my wallet, so I couldn't go anywhere. Fabulous. Waited for my maid at the station as she came down to pass it to me, and ran into my gran at the station. She saw me and was all, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Eh! Ying Xuan! Jin tian ni de sheng ri hor. Lai lai, wo gei ni yi ge hong bao, ying wei wo bu zhi dao ni yao shen me. Ni na na ge qian zi ji qu mai ni yao de dong xi lor."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation: Eh! Amanda (Yeah, damn it that was my chinese name. Stop laughing)! Today your birthday hor. come come, I give you a red packet, because I don't know what you want (for your birthday). You take the money and go get something you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Happyyyyyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The crisis arrived just then- I was running so late I'd almost decided to give up and turn back while I was on the train to tuition. It was already 3.55 and my tuition was at 4. In Bugis. I was only at Redhill at that time. I called Jemimah the Wonderwoman, who apparently told me she couldn't go for tuition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it woulda been fine to skip once, since it would have been about time to take the return train home by the time I'd reached tuition. Hence I IMed Jemimah and told her I wasn't going for tuition, though she herself wasn't too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she suddenly IMed back, as quick as lightning, to get me to go for tuition without her. I thought she'd downed too much morphine or something, because she was acting like a saint of all academics. To cut the long story short, I was convinced by her to go for tuition. She was supposed to give me a surprise for my birthday. *Makes face* She could've just told me, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached there I was already a half hour late, and Jemimah kept me suspended throughout the entire lesson. She refused to tell me what she was going to do to me, even though she'd claimed that half my surprise was already ruined because I'd forced her to tell me that she was actually going for tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was wondering when Ronald McDonald would jump into the tuition class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We mostly gossiped during class, pretty much the usual, and I eavesdropped on the girls sitting a table away from us. They were talking about some guy who'd ran into their class and proposed to one of their classmates. HAHAHAHAHA. That's utterly ridiculous. It was as brilliant as tales about LA and fashion shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jemimah finally sprang into action after class- we went to the open sitting space near the centre to celebrate my birthday. She'd brought a nice chocolate muffin and candles! So that was the surprise. Thank heavens- I honestly thought the class was going to sing me a birthday song or something equally embarassing, and I'd have used (what's left of) my nails to scrabble a pit for me to hide in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Jemimah! That was really sweet and I absolutely loved it. Even the part when the random kid came up to us. Haha. *Chuckles* And your birthday is one day after mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's my turn to keep the secret about your birthday present from you. *Cackles* You suspended me for hours, and I'm going to suspend you for days. Beat that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures next time. Sorreh, no time to upload. My comp's as slow as a tortoise on tranquilizers, and the only comp at home that is tolerable is my dad's. In fact his comp is pretty darn fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elise and Daniel insisted that I meet them near my house (they live in the Jurong area too) so that they could pass me my gift. Prettaye necklaceeeeeee! I love it. Thanks dears. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cafe Cartel? deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 12.17 am already, and I've got 4 birthday presents and lots of birthday wishes. The first was from Weiting, Vrindha, Taahira, Darlene, Mel and Amanda Lim, second from granny dearest, third from Jemimah and the fourth from Elise and Daniel. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Mr Ng's on MSN, wishing me a happy fifteenth. Haha thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better go get a good night's sleep now; I don't want to have the eyes of a panda on the exact day of the fifteenth year of my existence. on Earth. Hopefully I get to see 3 out of my 5 besties tomorrow, mainly Wei Hong, Pris and Huishan. Give me face lah, Wei Hong, turn up at PC on my birthday. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incoherent now. Need Edward Cullen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's my lovely &lt;s&gt;little &lt;/s&gt;(sorry, he's 188cm, thus the word "little" doesn't have any effect on him), seductive, perfect and lithe leech? Oooooo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-1934655207248214623?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/1934655207248214623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=1934655207248214623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/1934655207248214623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/1934655207248214623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/09/and-your-chocolate-fur-reflects-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-2378203186663187756</id><published>2007-08-31T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T23:28:03.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"I can't wait to see what Edward does to you! I hope he snaps your neck, you pushy, obnoxious, moronic DOG!" -Bella Swan, Eclipse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;List out your top 5 birthday presents you wish for:&lt;/div&gt;Since my birthday is tomorrow, this will be pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Electric guitar stuff. Like, necklaces, shirts, keychains, whatever. But actually if you get me anything else, like cows or Aston Martins or something, I'm fully gonna accept them too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Pass my EOYS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Vampire. Cullen. 4th book. (Okay that's more than one but in the same category)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. A lot of money. (Then can go to Seattle or LA or Florida or California or NYC!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. 5 more choices of birthday presents :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was fun. The only not-so-fun part was the part where I quarreled with my mum- she was being extremely unreasonable (again. Wow, surprise surprise!). And tomorrow is my birthday! Sheesh. I controlled myself by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;flinging out derogatory slurs at her or anything, though she made me pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to elaborate here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I negotiated with her and she finally allowed me to visit RGP (is it so difficult?!) after school. Met up with some old acquaintances once more; Taahira, Darlene, Vrindha, Weiting, Celine Soh, Jolene, Amanda Lim, Simin, Geraldine, Deborah, Hanna, Siti, Mel etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some others I think. If I forgot don't hack me up please. It's not my fault; it's a hardware problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel's turned all stylo. The cute fancy JRocker who listens to Jet and Maroon 5 (I like Jet and Maroon 5 too!). She looks good in skinny jeans. Mel give me your legs. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taahira and Amanda Lim kept making me laugh. Darlene, Taahira, Amanda Lim, Vrindha, Mel, Weiting and I ended up at Plaza Singapura where we mooched around and ate at Gelare's. Pretty cool. They gave me a treat for my birthday. Thanks dears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RtkCn_iMMjI/AAAAAAAABAM/pl7mv40QaL8/s1600-h/loves001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RtkCn_iMMjI/AAAAAAAABAM/pl7mv40QaL8/s320/loves001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105114538694160946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;L-R: Weiting, Taahira, Vrindha, Amanda, Amanda, Darlene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the pictures are with Taahira and Vrindha. My Zac Efron picture is with Taahira. We were squabbling over Efron, because Efron is quite hot in &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Hairspray&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RtkCoPiMMlI/AAAAAAAABAc/lHTP5je9kQc/s1600-h/1130434205_3f57a0248d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RtkCoPiMMlI/AAAAAAAABAc/lHTP5je9kQc/s320/1130434205_3f57a0248d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105114542989128274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Zac Efron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'd watched it, though. I want to. Damn the EOYs to the deepest pits of hell where they belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fantasizing about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RtkCoPiMMkI/AAAAAAAABAU/JOrZq8hdQGs/s1600-h/toptendish.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RtkCoPiMMkI/AAAAAAAABAU/JOrZq8hdQGs/s320/toptendish.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105114542989128258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Yes! B&amp;J's!&lt;br /&gt;Glutton. Peeesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RtkCn_iMMiI/AAAAAAAABAE/s4q1OHoajOA/s1600-h/155006959_fd8bc70ad4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RtkCn_iMMiI/AAAAAAAABAE/s4q1OHoajOA/s320/155006959_fd8bc70ad4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105114538694160930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely mouthwatering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite flavor (Not that I've tasted many before, but you get the idea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RtkFW_iMMmI/AAAAAAAABAk/wgznaeSBtuU/s1600-h/567352946_09539e32d4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RtkFW_iMMmI/AAAAAAAABAk/wgznaeSBtuU/s320/567352946_09539e32d4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105117545171268194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to try&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Americone Dream, S'mores, Phish Food, Dublin Mudslide, American Pie, Fossil Fuel, Peanut Butter Cup &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chubby Hubby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambitious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, on a last note, look at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RtkCnviMMhI/AAAAAAAAA_8/lxyk2YQPxpA/s1600-h/861419367_9e5f790937_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RtkCnviMMhI/AAAAAAAAA_8/lxyk2YQPxpA/s320/861419367_9e5f790937_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105114534399193618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;18k gold-plated iPod shuffle&lt;/span&gt;. Beat that. I also hear that they're going to promote diamond- encrusted ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiaxue can jolly well afford one, since her blog is worth &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;$2,867, 298.66&lt;/span&gt;. Charlene's blog had this "How much is your blog worth" thing and I clicked and typed my blog in. $11,290 point something something. Xiaxue's is worth $2 million plus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting in US dollars, I think.&lt;br /&gt;She can buy more than FOUR Aston Martins! Dammit. Lucky sheed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today. More next time. ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-2378203186663187756?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/2378203186663187756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=2378203186663187756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/2378203186663187756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/2378203186663187756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-cant-wait-to-see-what-edward-does-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RtkCn_iMMjI/AAAAAAAABAM/pl7mv40QaL8/s72-c/loves001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-8737707402500213782</id><published>2007-08-30T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T02:39:17.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"I was wondering why you stabbed him. Not that I object." -Edward Cullen, Eclipse&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My mood's been pretty hostile these days. I feel like exploding but I'd try my very, very, best not to. It's hard, but I've done it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention that I'd blatantly ignored some people when they'd asked me stuff because I was attempting to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;explode, if you get what I mean. Naw it's not PMS. I've never got PMS. Much. *Shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlene's getting all MPD these days. One second she's pushing me away and shouting at me, telling me to butt off her floorhead, and the next she's clinging onto me like a little leech, just without the blood sucking part. Funny. A second Mag Phua, but Mag Phua didn't have MPDs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today Mr Foo announced in front of the entire school about his great achievement. Apparently he's got a PhD, but no one's got any idea what he majors in. Probably related to Chinese. Definitely not English Literature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm currently multitasking; looking at guitar-y accessories and Threadless while blogging. I told Yuqian that my best friend can tab songs, and she gaped and said he was really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I can tab, but his tabbing is pretty kickass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give you an idea about Threadless, it's an online shopping site. Yup, the one where my cousin Cheryl ordered a tee for me for my birthday. *Runs around the room five times* Quite a bit of designs below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RtaNeviMMgI/AAAAAAAAA_0/gPhIOAQ7KpQ/s1600-h/panda.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RtaNeviMMgI/AAAAAAAAA_0/gPhIOAQ7KpQ/s320/panda.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104422786966499842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Cheryl and I loved this. BUT it was out of stock. Cleaned out. Brrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RtaM-viMMdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/pGej6gH9XX8/s1600-h/love.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RtaM-viMMdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/pGej6gH9XX8/s320/love.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104422237210685906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not wrong, I think Cheryl got this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RtaM-_iMMeI/AAAAAAAAA_k/Tyf_FDfXogg/s1600-h/pro.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RtaM-_iMMeI/AAAAAAAAA_k/Tyf_FDfXogg/s320/pro.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104422241505653218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this was already in stock, I'd have got it, without a doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RtaM-_iMMfI/AAAAAAAAA_s/Uf38qFcNo5k/s1600-h/robot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RtaM-_iMMfI/AAAAAAAAA_s/Uf38qFcNo5k/s320/robot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104422241505653234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the robot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RtaMV_iMMYI/AAAAAAAAA-0/2pz6JOuFllw/s1600-h/jam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RtaMV_iMMYI/AAAAAAAAA-0/2pz6JOuFllw/s320/jam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104421537131016578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my second choice. There's ladies' cut too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RtaMV_iMMZI/AAAAAAAAA-8/Bc4HS7OUmWw/s1600-h/fridge.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RtaMV_iMMZI/AAAAAAAAA-8/Bc4HS7OUmWw/s320/fridge.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104421537131016594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl got this too- One for herself, and one for Darryl. Quite cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RtaMWPiMMaI/AAAAAAAAA_E/8Cu90l3G5AQ/s1600-h/music.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RtaMWPiMMaI/AAAAAAAAA_E/8Cu90l3G5AQ/s320/music.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104421541425983906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this.&lt;br /&gt;Well I thought it was quite cute, nothing too controversial.&lt;br /&gt;My mum wouldn't nag. If I'd gotten the Procrastinators one, I can't imagine what my ears will look like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RtaMWPiMMbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/3EvpmbSXqUQ/s1600-h/emo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RtaMWPiMMbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/3EvpmbSXqUQ/s320/emo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104421541425983922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved this too. Maybe I'd go print one by myself, or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RtaMWPiMMcI/AAAAAAAAA_U/OdttgaFekFM/s1600-h/pickles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RtaMWPiMMcI/AAAAAAAAA_U/OdttgaFekFM/s320/pickles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104421541425983938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes!!! Pickles are cucumbers soaked in evil.&lt;br /&gt;Like, Math teachers are humans soaked in sadism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RtaKq_iMMOI/AAAAAAAAA9k/9Re0fQx9puQ/s1600-h/raisin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RtaKq_iMMOI/AAAAAAAAA9k/9Re0fQx9puQ/s320/raisin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104419698885013730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty cute too, but I wouldn't want to wear it out cause it screams &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"LOOK HERE! LOOK HERE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nd besides, I prefer the witty ones. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RtaKrPiMMPI/AAAAAAAAA9s/0h42hX2mq5M/s1600-h/eskimo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RtaKrPiMMPI/AAAAAAAAA9s/0h42hX2mq5M/s320/eskimo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104419703179981042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, lollies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RtaKrPiMMQI/AAAAAAAAA90/mVat7ilnAUo/s1600-h/vidgames.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RtaKrPiMMQI/AAAAAAAAA90/mVat7ilnAUo/s320/vidgames.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104419703179981058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl wanted to get this for Darryl, but it was completely wiped out, too.&lt;br /&gt;We should print these for the guys in our class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RtaKrPiMMRI/AAAAAAAAA98/7r5ur4H8Q-Q/s1600-h/moose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RtaKrPiMMRI/AAAAAAAAA98/7r5ur4H8Q-Q/s320/moose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104419703179981074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolateeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RtaKrfiMMSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/XUaaHhA9dU0/s1600-h/NMY02K6_mn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RtaKrfiMMSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/XUaaHhA9dU0/s320/NMY02K6_mn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104419707474948386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There were no guitar-related designs on Threadless, only a couple, but I didn't like them.&lt;br /&gt;I love this Marc Jacobs necklace-watch. It's so PRETTY. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The price is even prettier. $300+ I think, I dunno. Definitely a 3-figure sum. Sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is coming in about three days' time! Hip, hip, hurray!&lt;br /&gt;Someone get me guitar-related stuff. Keychains, necklaces, shirts, anything. I love the whole guitar idea. :) But I wouldn't say no to a model of an Aston Martin Vanquish/ DB9. *Salivates*\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough here today; I'm dead beat.&lt;br /&gt;Toodles! &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-8737707402500213782?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/8737707402500213782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=8737707402500213782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/8737707402500213782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/8737707402500213782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-was-wondering-why-you-stabbed-him.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RtaNeviMMgI/AAAAAAAAA_0/gPhIOAQ7KpQ/s72-c/panda.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-2538232924441870905</id><published>2007-08-28T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T05:09:22.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"I've never been to veterinarian school." -Carlisle Cullen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHERYL MANY MANY. She's going to get me a tee from Threadless online for my birthday :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Runs around the room twelve times*&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm hunting for pretty designs. I particularly love the one that says &lt;em&gt;Shakespeare hates your emo poems, &lt;/em&gt;but good-looking graphic tees are hard to come by so I'd just hunt for a nice graphically designed one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was reasonably good- there was no HCL but I had to run around the class, extorting money from my fellow classmates. Not a happy thought, but that's what a&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; saikang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; bearer has to do, right? I'd never ever be a treasurer in my life again. The mere thought of it sends shivers down my spine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ploughed my way through a comprehension during English while discussing the sexiness factor of the voice of the Japanese guy with Jwee. Apparently Miss Seto had to attend to some overseas visitors that were rather delighted to watch a crazy class sit at their places while doing comprehensions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this guy who even asked me for the extra sheets of the passages and question papers, and started reading it so intently- more like scrutinizing each onyx-coloured word. I was extremely confused but gave it to him anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CEP was lousy, and Lit was spent writing more essays on Unseen Prose. The passage was about a blind man, and the passage was relatively fascinating the first time round. Not so much, however, when I had to reread to grasp the situations and write about characterisation and impressions about the blind man. *Yawns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't think I disapprove of Unseen Poetry and Prose; both are equally nice to read. The question answering is another issue altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the Financial Literacy course again after school. This session was definitely more fun than the previous one, but I kept losing cash during the Rat Race Cash Flow game thing. Tough luck. I broke the trainer's record of landing on the Downsized part 4 times in all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got lucky the first two times- I had M&amp;Ms. Mag and Charlene forced me to surrender my 3rd packet of M&amp;amp;Ms the third time round. Talk about extortion!!! There were no more M&amp;Ms left when my rat's butt got burnt on the Downsized part again, for the fourth time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard that Peter and Timotheus are very potent, in a way. As in, in the game. Weijie got rich but he refused to cross-marry (Timotheus's idea) me. :( He got a total of $1.1 mil! Lucky fellow. Just my luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rodson was the next Bill Gates at his table, but he lost everything after he got his butt charred on the Divorce tile. That's what marriage does to you, huh :D Now the ring is not called the engagement/ marriage ring; it's called the suffe-ring. Ah ha. Kudos to Mark Lee. *Grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I went home with 2 packets of M&amp;Ms (coulda been 3!!!). I'm more realistic. *Breaks into the Chrysan laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chrysan freaked everyone out today by getting Jamie to pierce some part of the inside of her mouth. The gum, the web part above her two front teeth. Looked pretty scary, especially the photos. Tomson got the hefty scare when he turned on Jamie's camera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During class Jwee and I conned Timotheus into grinning at Chrysan, and his expression was all but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;O___O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when Chrysan returned the grin. I don't think he was expecting that, haha. Jamie was extremely proud of her masterpiece (Chrysan's mouth). Smugness was radiating from every inch of her skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Radiate, radiate, radiate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoyed Jwee out of her guts today by repeating the Para-para dance, Lipgloss by Lil' Mama, Cupid's Chokehold by Gym Class Heroes and various ancient Chinese songs you'd almost never catch anyone singing. I think I'm going bananas! :( Thank goodness Elise didn't give me any more trouble today with her deliberate extensive masochistic damage. Good work, Dan. *Sighs deeply*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's all words so far. You should see and experience the speed of my comp and the wireless; it's fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still laughing at what Mr Tan said about Timotheus not having a TV at home (Insider's joke).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;By the way, Charlene, I like Jiajun from CSS2, and Benjamin. You M&amp;amp;Ms stealer. With Miss Sour Triangle (Magdalene).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-2538232924441870905?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/2538232924441870905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=2538232924441870905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/2538232924441870905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/2538232924441870905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/08/ive-never-been-to-veterinarian-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-12773919539212959</id><published>2007-08-27T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T03:04:28.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"That's good. Hate is a passionate emotion." -Jacob Black&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(My maid is reading Eclipse really sluggishly.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My role is to be a good, efficient and wise student. But yet, the status kind of changed altogether when MSN auto-signed me online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sighs* I've got to play mediator, for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why? Just because our dear Daniel and Elise assume that I'm the most perspicacious homosapien who's walked the face of this planet or something. Naw I don't quite understand this myself either. They like me to be the judge, the mediator of their ultimately perturbing arguments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've got this quarrel today, and in my humble opinion, I think that they're blowing it wildly out of proportion. Both have reportedly refused to speak to each other face-to-face, but instead, hurled snide remarks and crass insults at one another on MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And despite the fact that they're only seperated one room away...&lt;br /&gt;Weird siblings do weird things. Now their personal messages are shouting obscenities at one another, haha. Okay maybe more of Elise; Dan doesn't really swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put it in a simpler way, their conversation with me was something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Elise: AMANDA. THAT IDIOT IS IRRITATING ME OFF MY ASS. I SWEAR, I'D LOVE TO DESTROY HIS GUTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Amanda: Why? Again? Somehow I'm not surprised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Elise: I can't believe you have no siblings. You're so tolerant of everything. I thought having a seriously pesky elder brother would be enough to train up my tolerance level, but apparently he's making everything WORSE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: Just shut up for a second. Where's Dan?&lt;br /&gt;(Adds Daniel to conversation)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Elise: Oh the fucking idiot is here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Amanda: Elise. Stop it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dan: Oh, hello Amanda. I'm surprised you'd actually befriend such a lunatic like my sister. Now, Elise, you best stop raving like a lunatic, though I know you can't help it, and tell Amanda what the hell is wrong with you. Before she gets DC-ed or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Amanda: Sorreh. I know my wireless sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Elise: YES YOU STUPID PERSON. You know what, Amanda? Have you trusted ANYONE with a huge secret before, and in the end that stupid idiotic person just goes off blibbering like a red-butted baboon to someone who's NOT supposed to know? How great. That's what Dan did. He fully knows that Mom wouldn't let me get a tattoo after I'd pierced my ears again. BUT HE TOLD HER. HE TOLD HER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Amanda: Now, wait, shut up a moment again. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE AGAIN, LIZARD?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Elise: What!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Amanda: You pierced your ears AGAIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Elise: Well, yeah. What's wrong with that? I'd stop once I get a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Amanda: Elise, you are a stupid girl. Haven't you got enough infections since the last time? Remember what happened? You'd almost ripped your ear once, too. Do you really want to do that again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Elise: Why are you so prejudiced against piercings?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dan: I'm on Amanda's side. We're just concerned about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Elise: And you know that she doesn't approve of too many piercings on me, and you chose her to be our mediator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dan: She's always been our mediator. Now, I know you lose control whenever you're mad, but don't take it out on Manda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Amanda: You missed out the A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dan: Okay then. A-manda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Amanda: That's better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Elise: BUT MOM'S GROUNDING ME! CAN'T YOU SEE THAT I'M GOING TO GO NUTS?! I CAN'T HANG OUT WITH CHLOE AND GANG AFTER SCHOOL ANYMORE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dan: Of course not. I think you were going to go get a tattoo today after school. Thankfully Mom grounded you at the correct time. I didn't tell her a little too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Amanda: Wow, really. Elise, don't annihilate yourself. Please. The piercing incident was freaky enough. I thought you were going to lose your ear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dan: Be thankful the needle didn't contain traces of AIDS-infected blood.You woulda DIED, you crazy woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Elise: I don't care. Well, I didn't get it, did I? And that was just one time. I don't think it'd happen to me if I got a tattoo, right?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Amanda: There'd be needles involved, dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dan: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Elise: Now both of you are ganging up on me! And Dan, you better get this clear. After I'm ungrounded, I'm fully going to kill you, because I'd have the authority to do so. I can't believe I've got such a asdfghjklqwertyuiop brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Amanda: For a, angmoh-pai-school-goer like you, Elise, you're amazingly well-versed in the Hokkien profanities manual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dan: Uncivilised. Can't you argue in a more... prudent way? You've seen how real debaters argue. Look at Manda!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Amanda: Sheesh, Dan, I merely said a few words 3 years ago, and I don't think you seem to have quite gotten over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dan: No-pe, because I don't forget brilliant stuff easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Amanda: Well, thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Elise: You two are barking mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Amanda: I hate to side anyone, and I've never really sided any of you, but I've got to say that Dan's being the mature one here, Liz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dan: HA! HOLEY GIRL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Elise: Shut the fuck up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Amanda: Elise. Stop it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dan: She can say whatever she wants to say. What I'm doing is all for her own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Amanda: Ditto. Agree. But you sound like a saint of all ethics, Dan. Don't make such egregious mistakes, Elise. It ain't worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Elise: Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;(Elise logs off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dan: Thanks, Manda. It's nice to know that there ARE mature 15-year-olds out there in society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Amanda: I don't have anything against piercings, but after what happened, I don't want Elise to go near anymore needles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dan: Of course, of course, you're just concerned. You're one of the most mature 15-year-old I've seen. Haha. A thousand times better than my sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Amanda: I'm still pretty juvenile; I love sitting in the trolley whenever I get the chance to embarass myself in supermarkets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dan: Meet up some time. We'd go to the supermarket, then. Elise will revive soon; it's just a passing black cloud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Amanda: Hope so. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of conversation.&lt;br /&gt;Well I mean, the rest are technically redundant. Mmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember... I've got nothing against piercings. It's just that Elise went off to some unlicensed git who pierced her with some contaminated needle that made lots of pus grow out of her piercing. She had to go to the doctor's, and still had the nerve to joke about not having mushrooms instead of pus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid girl; she made everyone worry like hell. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've got a funny feeling about my mum- I think she knows about my blog. Gosh, I'm going to die! Metaphorically.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-12773919539212959?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/12773919539212959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=12773919539212959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/12773919539212959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/12773919539212959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/08/thats-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-6617871839683179231</id><published>2007-08-25T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T21:48:46.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"AND I'M A VIRGO!" -Bella Swan, Eclipse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this is hilarious. I'm watching Devil Beside You (again) on crunchyroll, and it's brilliant. Thanks SK for giving me the crunchyroll link. Youtube kinda sucks at loading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginning itself has had me in stitches. Rainie Yang was trying to pass her love confession letter to the guy she likes, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RtDyCPiMMLI/AAAAAAAAA9M/einUCmHcijM/s1600-h/rcl.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RtDyCPiMMLI/AAAAAAAAA9M/einUCmHcijM/s320/rcl.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102844498154369202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RtDyCfiMMMI/AAAAAAAAA9U/zeCiexyhyK8/s1600-h/mh.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RtDyCfiMMMI/AAAAAAAAA9U/zeCiexyhyK8/s320/mh.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102844502449336514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the devil, at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RtDyCviMMNI/AAAAAAAAA9c/QWlywTxNjqQ/s1600-h/wc.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RtDyCviMMNI/AAAAAAAAA9c/QWlywTxNjqQ/s320/wc.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102844506744303826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my zod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. Okay I shall go watch. Hooray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-6617871839683179231?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/6617871839683179231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=6617871839683179231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/6617871839683179231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/6617871839683179231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/08/and-im-virgo-bella-swan-eclipse-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RtDyCPiMMLI/AAAAAAAAA9M/einUCmHcijM/s72-c/rcl.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-2600941084552839856</id><published>2007-08-24T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T20:50:42.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"You may not like him, Minister, but you can't deny: Dumbledore's got style." -Kingsley Shacklebolt, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesss I'm going to the library later. I'm a happy girl. The one near Jurong Point, by the way, not the JE one. The JE one has limited stocks, so I'd best try others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week we've got a number of birthdays. Magdalene's, Mr Ng's, my dad's, and and and and and forgive me if I forget any. You know how my memory is like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now I was on the phone with my mum, and the conversation was hilarious. Maybe everything's just... spontaneous. I don't know. It was like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mum: Eh, later you go and buy the cake must be the chocolate banana. The other day he tell me he like the one from Secret Recipe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me: WHAT?! STOP WHISPERING, I CAN'T HEAR YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mum: I say, *repeats what she'd said earlier on*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me: I STILL CANNOT HEAR YOU! EH TURN OFF THE RADIO IN YOUR CAR AND SPEAK LOUDER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;-The radio stops blaring-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mum: Can? You must buy the-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me: HAH??? CAN YOU SHOUT INSTEAD?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mum: (Louder but only by a fraction) I SAY, BUY THE CAKE FOR DAD IS CHOCOLATE BANANA ONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me: OKAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mum: Wah, you shout very loud you know. How come you cannot hear me. I know lah, you always stay in your room, hear all the loud loud rock songs, no wonder now become &lt;em&gt;chao hi lang&lt;/em&gt;. Oh, my earphone never connect properly. Wait wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me: *Grumbles incoherently* No what. My Chemical Romance very rock meh. Okay only wh-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;m: (Yowls) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOW HOW!? CAN?! BETTER?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me: Jeez, stop screaming. You're loud enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mum: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUT YOU SAY VERY SOFT WHAT. NOW WHAT! I TALK IN MY NORMAL VOICE YOU KNOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me: *Holds receiver at arm's length* Okay please whisper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mum: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OKAY. REMEMBER TO BUY THE CAKE AH.&lt;/span&gt; *Slams down the phone, line DCs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me: *Rubs ear*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talk about role reversal. *Sighs*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Big Girls Don't Cry- Fergie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The smell of your skin lingers on me now&lt;br /&gt;You're probably on your flight back to your hometown&lt;br /&gt;I need some shelter of my own protection, baby&lt;br /&gt;To be with myself and center, clarity&lt;br /&gt;Peace, Serenity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know, I hope you know&lt;br /&gt;That this has nothing to do with you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's personal, myself and I&lt;br /&gt;We've got some straightenin' out to do&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket&lt;br /&gt;But I've got to get a move on with my life&lt;br /&gt;It's time to be a big girl now&lt;br /&gt;And big girls don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The path that I'm walking&lt;br /&gt;I must go alone&lt;br /&gt;I must take the baby steps 'til I'm full grown, full grown&lt;br /&gt;Fairytales don't always have a happy ending, do they?&lt;br /&gt;And I foresee the dark ahead if I stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like the little school mate in the school yard&lt;br /&gt;We'll play jacks and Uno cards&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your best friend and you'll be my Valentine&lt;br /&gt;Yes you can hold my hand if you want to&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I want to hold yours too&lt;br /&gt;We'll be playmates and lovers and share our secret worlds&lt;br /&gt;But it's time for me to go home&lt;br /&gt;It's getting late, dark outside&lt;br /&gt;I need to be with myself and center, clarity&lt;br /&gt;Peace, Serenity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the only Fergie song I love, haha. Fergielicious (or whatever it is) sucks. This song is so Eclipse, especially the chorus. Like, Bella to Space Heater when she's got to let him go. "I'll be your best friend and you'll be my Valentine" is SO BellaJacob. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone outside is singing I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing by Aerosmith on American Idol, I think. Gotta catch it! One of my faves for a long time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&amp;HEARTS;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-2600941084552839856?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/2600941084552839856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=2600941084552839856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/2600941084552839856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/2600941084552839856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-may-not-like-him-minister-but-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-4640267956022452264</id><published>2007-08-23T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T06:06:56.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"You love me more than I deserve." -Edward Cullen, Eclipse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Headphones: Crash and Burn Girl by Robyn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, please, please, PLEASE come up with a final solution tomorrow, okay, 312? Thanks. I hope you know how agonizing it is to design a class tee... It's been really hard on Jemimah. Tomorrow we will have to vote for our various options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please, please, PLEASE, once more, we will have to go with the majority. No one will be trying to jeopardize anyone's decision. Timotheus, Jemimah and I will carry out the voting process tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make it easy for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never had the idea of a disunited 312, so prove yourselves right. Impasses are utterly controversial most of the time and are hard to resolve, but for the love of everything Cullen... Try. And accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow after the voting process will be my funeral, because Mdm Laserbeams is going to hand our papers back to us. My height is one-six-nine, or you can try five-foot-seven. Remember to get me a coffin that fits. Or you can just call my best friend. I think he has one on hold for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-4640267956022452264?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/4640267956022452264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=4640267956022452264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/4640267956022452264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/4640267956022452264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-love-me-more-than-i-deserve.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-7050615702768991870</id><published>2007-08-22T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T00:41:28.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;What cha know 'bout me, what cha what cha know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; I said my lipgloss is cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Mah lipgloss be poppin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; I'm standing at my locker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;And all the boys keep stoppin'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Just when I thought &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Nothing In This World&lt;/span&gt; was airhead-y and bimbotic enough.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-7050615702768991870?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/7050615702768991870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=7050615702768991870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/7050615702768991870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/7050615702768991870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-cha-know-bout-me-what-cha-what-cha.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-1432798566487975065</id><published>2007-08-22T00:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T00:32:22.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"You know, Jacob, if it weren't for the fact that we're natural enemies and that you're also trying to steal away the reason for my existence, I might actually like you." -Edward Cullen, Eclipse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha.&lt;br /&gt;Even my maid's going crazy reading Eclipse. I mean, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there's this Twilight heatwave coming about. If I'm not wrong, 310 April and I were the protagonists. I dunno, but seems like both of us are the ones who probably, like me, picked out the book from a random shelf and journeyed into the land of fiction. Then some saw and it became... propaganda. Oh what a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm. For all those whom I've told the little tale about my fate with Twilight, I bet you guys are sweating with relief that I didn't return the book back to its shelf about a year ago :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides Harry Potter, the Twilight series are the best books I've ever read. Top of the tops! Meg Cabot is brilliant too, I love her stories, but they're nowhere near as great as Stephenie Meyer's most fantastic works (Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse) of all time (Swoons).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digressing halts here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was so-so; Mr Ng gave us a test and I killed it. It's not going to survive my torturous annihilation. But still, not too bad for a last-minute cram. I'd try not to do that next time.&lt;br /&gt;Our Bio teacher wasn't here (pops champagne) but I know I'm going to get shot on Friday or something. Now I'm planning my last death wish and deciding if my family members are going to burn or bury my corpse. I'd go for burning, since I'm biodegradable, unlike Michael Jackson or Paris Hilton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joking. But the shooting part will come true. It's only a matter of time, and not much of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English was awesome as usual. I've got an essay to do later, and I'm pretty happy about it! Writing takes my mind off lots of things. Math and Chem make my bones seize up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the funniest part of English was during my conversation with Miss Seto. Jwee and I were trying to educate her about Twilight, and it went something like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Miss Seto: Are they going to make a movie out of this?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Not too sure, but we hope so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Miss Seto: Do you have anyone in mind who can play the role of the lead guy (Edward Cullen) then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Me: YES!!! James Franco! You know, the one who plays Harry Osborn in Spiderman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Miss Seto:&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh, James Franco. Yeah! He's really hot. I watched Spiderman and I was like "wow".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RsvkbviMMKI/AAAAAAAAA9E/8Hj-tLRBR8k/s1600-h/481326652_30809304e7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RsvkbviMMKI/AAAAAAAAA9E/8Hj-tLRBR8k/s320/481326652_30809304e7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101422168194691234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks hot even when he's grouchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;EAMC quote: "I should infuriate you more often."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Holy macaroni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd never live to see the day a teacher claimed someone was hot in front of a student.&lt;br /&gt;Particularly one in NHHS. Finally we get to meet a teacher whose brain is not only about assignments, grades and homework. Which means...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Miss Seto has a life!!!&lt;/span&gt; (Pops XO and red wine this time) Unlike any others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely loved James Franco in Spiderman, particularly 3, because his hair was the nicest there haha. Maybe someone sacked his hairstylist that destroyed his hair in part 1 and 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he (as in, Harry Osborn) died in the last movie!!! I'm still pretty upset over that (Chuckles).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it'd be a good idea for me to get started on my work now. 5 more hours to dreadful Chem tuition. Ew! On a last note, I think whoever who stars as Edward or Carlisle or Jasper is totally going to annihilate my resistance if I ever see them on screen. I may get overly besotted with their seraphic faces, woohoohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are still PMSing. It's really not a talent you would like to have. I hope they don't turn into vampires or something, because that'd probably be the very talent they'd bring into their next existence, which will be horrible. This comp ain't bilingual, but I think you ought to know the meaning of&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Tian Xia Da Luan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Bye all! ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-1432798566487975065?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/1432798566487975065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=1432798566487975065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/1432798566487975065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/1432798566487975065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-know-jacob-if-it-werent-for-fact.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RsvkbviMMKI/AAAAAAAAA9E/8Hj-tLRBR8k/s72-c/481326652_30809304e7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-7939725545019768007</id><published>2007-08-21T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T01:52:16.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;ALL 312ers please go to Jemimah's blog to view the latest class tee design!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better be quick, okay? :D Spread this around, please.&lt;br /&gt;And sorry about not relinking. I'd do it sometime soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-7939725545019768007?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/7939725545019768007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=7939725545019768007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/7939725545019768007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/7939725545019768007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/08/all-threetwelvers-go-to-jemimahs-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-3175394403415456508</id><published>2007-08-21T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T01:43:37.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"You make me feel like a vil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;lain in a melodrama- twirling my mustache while I try to steal some poor girl's virtue." -Bella Swan, Eclipse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Alright, I apologize for the lack of updates... It doesn't take a genius to figure out what's been distracting me for the past too many days, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(It's a rhetorical question. Don't answer it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for the past too many days nothing has changed for the better. Everything's been pretty morbid as usual, but the CTs are over and at least, at the very least I can stay home to read peacefully. Read? Why read? Well what can you expect from a psychotic bibliophile whose parents absolutely prohibit her from going out or chilling with friends, except for once in a very, very, blue, or rather, navy-colored moon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That very, very navy-colored moon suddenly appeared on Sunday, but it didn't appear without resorting to a quarrel. YES- I have to actually quarrel with my mum if I want to go for a movie. It's not as if I'm going to Iraq to get my head blown off or something, though it's a better alternative as compared to living in this slaughterhouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both my parents are PMSing at the same time. It's extremely &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;agitating&lt;/span&gt;, not to mention annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, on Saturday I got Eclipse and hence blew my $34.24 away. No regrets though, no regrets at all. Eclipse is brilliant. I'm reading it for the 4th time (and still counting) now. You should have seen what I looked like after SK told me the Kino at Bugis still had copies left. I practically flew to Bugis before tuition to get my hands on one. There were only 2 copies left, and I got lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But judging by Jwee's luck yesterday, she's not as lucky. She went to FIVE places to check out the stock. Oh gosh. Just when I thought SK was crazy enough to shuttle from Taka to Bugis within a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I devoured Eclipse and finished it within a day, haha. My expression was seriously scary I guess. I don't know what I look like when I'm reading. Must be frightening. That's why Elise never wants to come near me when I read (before tuition last time in P4/5).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I looked sadistic, just like how I looked like during the sheep's heart dissection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RsqbJviMMHI/AAAAAAAAA8s/1vJJH22lMs8/s1600-h/Photo0166%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RsqbJviMMHI/AAAAAAAAA8s/1vJJH22lMs8/s320/Photo0166%2Bcopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101060119631507570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmn. Davy Jones flashbacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But I mean, really, that's a genuine heart. ♥ A sheep's one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digressing comes to a halt here :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was spent rather well, if not for the fact that I was extremely broke (Eclipse). Watched Rush Hour 3 with Huishan and Pris at Orchard Cine, and the show was utterly hilarious. I loved the part where the nun had to translate the swearwords into French for the Chinese guy, as well as the part where Chris Tucker thought that Jackie Chan was doing it with the lady. He kept going all&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"Oh yeah baby my boy has grown upppp!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hahaha. Stupid fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the taxi driver!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rsqc__iMMII/AAAAAAAAA80/y17R2hjcA8w/s1600-h/story.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rsqc__iMMII/AAAAAAAAA80/y17R2hjcA8w/s320/story.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101062151151038594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sing the National Anthem! (Cracks up laughing)&lt;br /&gt;The 'Yu' and 'Mi' part was downright funny. When Genevieve was making out with James Carter (Chris Tucker) she said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I've never made out with an American man before."&lt;/span&gt; and Chris Tucker HAD to reply with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Me neither"&lt;/span&gt;, which sent my popcorn down the wrong tunnel. Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the NGs were so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"So, what do you mean by 'I'm not your brother'? After all we've been through? Rush Hour One? Rush Hour Two?" -Chris Tucker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'd never laughed so much in ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huishan and Pris were being insane again. I think they ran out of drugs.&lt;br /&gt;No, no, just joking. They're only 14. I meant medicine for the mind :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and there's a High School Musical 2! Wow. I never even got to watch #1. Will watch it sometime soon, if time allows (highly impossible).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, which was yesterday, was spent reading and reading and reading. I've finished Meg Cabot's How to Be Popular- it's a great book for distracting yourself from Eclipse. The Jason guy in that book was quite cool. I'd predicted right from the start that Steph was totally going to end up with him- it's a Meg Cabot, mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like Romeo and Juliet as Bella had said in New Moon. "Romeo dumps Juliet and Juliet ends up with Paris" wouldn't have made it big, and everyone probably would have forgotten it by the 1600s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, all the Parises in this world are pretty rotten. I don't mean the country- I mean people, DOA (Dead Or Alive). Like take for instance, Paris from Troy, who only knew how to comfort other men's wives (chuckles). He didn't really redeem himself despite the fact that he'd killed Achilles. Hector is dead and he caused it indirectly. It's all his friggin' fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's Paris from Romeo and Juliet. I can't remember, but I think he died. I vaguely remember him making some request to be laid next to Juliet's soon-to-be-fossil-fuel carcass or something like that. Romeo and Juliet turned out to have a terrible ending, thus the title "the Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet", not "the Love Story of Romeo and Juliet". Pardon me if this may sound biased, but anyone who claims Romeo and Juliet is a love story is lying through their teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of love story must that be if both died in the end?! Lose- lose situation. (Makes tsking sound)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's not a good idea to get me started about Paris Hilton.&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I advise all people around the planet &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; to get plastic surgery. Similarity: Michael Jackson. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wouldn't you rather be &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;bio degradable&lt;/span&gt;?! Oh zod, save the Earth. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RsqkE_iMMJI/AAAAAAAAA88/UHGU4SBWmOI/s1600-h/070103_hilton_vmed.widec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RsqkE_iMMJI/AAAAAAAAA88/UHGU4SBWmOI/s320/070103_hilton_vmed.widec.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101069933631778962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(Actually I don't even know if she's gotten plastic surgery, but it looks like she has.)&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe my mum called her pretty once. Um. She's not, for someone so rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about blibbering :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all Tuesdays, plainly because of the subjects of the day. Triple English rocks! I love it so much. I do hope Miss Seto sets us essays sometime soon. I miss writing essays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of essays, my last two essays have been horribly depressing. The second-last one I did, I killed my best friend (No... Don't worry Wei Hong, I don't see you enough these days to kill you). The last time round I did another essay, I made my best friend a drug trafficker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha :D But no ulterior motives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so I'd best get going now. Sorry once more for not updating earlier! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-3175394403415456508?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/3175394403415456508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=3175394403415456508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/3175394403415456508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/3175394403415456508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-make-me-feel-like-vil-lain-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RsqbJviMMHI/AAAAAAAAA8s/1vJJH22lMs8/s72-c/Photo0166%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-5121974650677793856</id><published>2007-08-16T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T03:26:00.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is really quite dumb, but never mind anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I DIDN'T KNOW I'M 984 FEET TALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pwn Yao Ming. Haha beat that, dude. Your basketball will be puny in the hands of Amanda the Great(est).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really. 173cm is enough. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 15px; padding: 8px; background-color: rgb(207, 207, 149); color: rgb(26, 10, 19); font-family: georgia,helvetica,trebuchet ms,verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;h2 style="padding: 2px; text-align: center; font-size: 110%; background-color: rgb(223, 223, 165);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl?subject=Amanda&amp;gender=f" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(223, 223, 165);"&gt;Ten Top Trivia Tips about Amanda!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h2&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Medieval knights put the skin of Amanda on their sword handles to improve the grip.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Amanda is the male seed of a flower blossom which has been gathered and treated by bees!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A bride should wear something old, something new, something borrowed, and Amanda!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The state nickname of Iowa is 'The Amanda state'.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If your ear itches, this means that someone is talking about Amanda!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is bad luck to light three cigarettes with the same Amanda.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Julius Caesar wore a laurel wreath to cover up Amanda.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Amanda is 984 feet tall!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Europe is the only continent that lacks Amanda!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Michelangelo finished his great statue of Amanda in 1504, after eighteen months work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;form action="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl" method="get" style="padding: 4px; background-color: rgb(95, 95, 66); color: rgb(207, 207, 149); text-align: center;"&gt;I am interested in &lt;input name="subject" type="text"&gt; - do tell me about&lt;select name="gender"&gt;&lt;option value="f"&gt;her&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="m"&gt;him&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="n"&gt;it&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="p"&gt;them&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;input value="Go" type="submit"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I have a statue of me by Michelangelo?! The last time I went to Europe I didn't see it!!! Julius Caesar. Coolest. Gotta read up about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I typed "Edward" in the blank box provided later on, and the funniest few facts they came up with are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideally, Edward should be stored on his side at a temperature of 55 degrees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;(No, I like my man icy cold and sparkling, like a certain stupid, shiny Volvo owner.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward can grow up to three feet in a 24 hour period!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;(I know he's 188cm, but even Jacob/Emmett, who are both six-five (192cm...) will never be  that tall.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air around Edward is superheated to about five times the temperature of the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;(And Bella described Edward as "icy cold". So who's lying?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward became extinct in England in 1486.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;(NO!!! CARLISLE SAVED HIM!!! Though Carlisle only existed since the 1600s. Ha.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the truest out of the truest.&lt;br /&gt;"Edward can only be destroyed by intense heat, and is impermeable even to acid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Quote Stephenie Meyer: Maybe a bomb will be hot enough to kill a vampire, but he/she will have to stay there nicely to let you kill him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Interesting :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-5121974650677793856?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/5121974650677793856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=5121974650677793856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/5121974650677793856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/5121974650677793856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-is-really-quite-dumb-but-never.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-3480794109280145524</id><published>2007-08-16T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T03:12:41.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Carlisle told me about that, and I don't care, Edward, I don't care! You can have my soul. I don't want it without you- it's yours already!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;-Bella Swan, New Moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'd have people coming up to complain about today's QOTD- simply because it's taken from the most painful part of Twilight and New Moon combined. For instance, Elise is probably going to flood my tagboard with 6 months' worth of sorrow and despair she had suffered when she read about the (temporary) breakup Edward and Bella had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was pretty kickass; Mag, Huiling and I didn't have any papers to sit for, so we attempted to read Bio for the 1 hour and 45 minutes in class. Mr Ng came along later and he READ MY NOTEBOOK. Yes the very notebook where all emo and trash and incoherent mumblings can be found. It was even more distressing when he practically read it from cover to cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(He called himself) A tyrannic intruder of privacy! (Chuckles) But he's the King of 312 after all, and I'm only a commoner who can't even complete a decent question on Linear Law (rhyme unintended).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph. At least I can write okay-ish, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ng bullied me some more by forcing me to read about 2 slides of the Missing Piece story slideshow. It was extremely humiliating!!! I sound retarded when I  speak chinese sometimes.  He was giggling all the way. Giggle, giggle. Little Mr Giggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlene's general knowledge about capitals, states and countries surprised me some- I was playing Hangman with her today and she stumped me with Prague. I reciprocated by giving her exotic countries like Appalachia and Albuquerque and Sparta (Mr Ng spoiled the Sparta one for her). CCCRY= &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;onfounded &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;harlene &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;han &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;ui &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;in. Hmm. Sounds tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Lit CT after school. The paper was kind of difficult to a certain extent but I wrote non-stop from the start to the end. I was utterly surprised at the end of the paper when my hand could still move after all that agonizing writing. The unseen poem was about some life-and-death issue trying to relate to us, poor 15-year-old Lit students, in the form of... apple picking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt, you've read it correctly. I know you must be asking "What kind of asdfghjkl poet conveys such sensitive messages via APPLES?!" Oh well. That's a really good question, but I don't have the answer. Ask Robert Frost. He's the doofus poet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate at Long John's after school for a while before staggering back home. The terrible sleeping hours thing is really antagonizing me. Lack of sleep is starting to take effect. Plus eyebags, plus dark circles. Damn. Damn. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid common test week; it's driving me up the walls. Never mind, I'm a perspicacious person. I will SURVIVE! One more day to&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; Eclipseeeeee&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, wait. I'm broke now. Sheesh. (Stamps foot)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-3480794109280145524?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/3480794109280145524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=3480794109280145524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/3480794109280145524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/3480794109280145524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/08/carlisle-told-me-about-that-and-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-2535962697208654291</id><published>2007-08-15T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T07:21:48.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SHEEEEESH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going ballistic, ballistic, ballistic. I've just ran 2 rounds around my house holding my tablet above my head and screaming at the top of my voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not "top of my voice". I'm too civilised. (Smirks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's ONE spoiler section in Twilight Lexicon I shouldn't have read, it'd be THAT ONE. Oh my zod, Elise, you evil nincompoop with moss growing on your feet, WHY DID YOU MAKE ME READ &lt;em&gt;THAT&lt;/em&gt; SPOILER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know my level of self-restraint, don't you?! Arrrrrrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all you confused Twilighters, it's just a tiny lil' spoiler poll thing, and it has incurred such a reaction from me. I'd name it an overreaction. Someone distract me, please. Prattle away about something unimportant before I rush off in my pyjamas (technically not PJs; just a racerback and FBTs, but, well) to rob Kinokuniya or something. Please please come quick, Saturday and Sunday. Hopefully I get to cancel Chem tuition on Friday, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need more $ too! One thing that's terrible about August (other than the CTs) are the birthdays. They're merciless. My mum's, followed by my dad's, and I've got to get 2 cakes in one month, not to mention presents. Beep. Anyone's got a black stocking to spare?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mmmm. Back to tricuspid valves, chordae tendinaes, xylem cells and food chains. Shoo. Where's Brian? Misplaced him again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I told you this blog is full of weird ramblings, particularly about Twilight and my latest infatuations... My thoughts are so incoherent now. &lt;strong&gt;BRIAN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh zod. Another thing. Someone else has turned into a werewolf. Owch. Owwwwch. Just when we thought one Jacob was annoying enough. Jacob, for the love of everything Cullen, go get a life or return to bake your biscuits. But on a second thought, it's the villian that makes the stories interesting most of the time. Aside the love, the sex, the jokes, the whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now I'm occupying myself by laughing at a pink avatar which reads "Until Bella Swan moved here, we all thought he was gay". HAHAHA. (Clutches at stitches)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've been staying indoors too much of the time. My skin's pastier than ever. Mmm. Well I don't particularly like the sun anyways, so that figures. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I shall stop spouting rubbish here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-2535962697208654291?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/2535962697208654291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=2535962697208654291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/2535962697208654291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/2535962697208654291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/08/sheeeeesh-im-going-ballistic-ballistic.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-5943357948835292821</id><published>2007-08-15T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T06:24:01.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Sunday morning rain is falling &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Steal some covers share some skin &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You twist to fit the mold that I am in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww. Eclipse, Eclipse, Eclipse. When everything gets intolerable I'd probably go on some killing spree, for all you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have damned tuition on Friday and Saturday. 3 tuitions in 2 days- Chemistry, Maths and Higher Chinese. Plus, my mum's stricter than ever. So who's leading the life of an eternal damned, Edward?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-5943357948835292821?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/5943357948835292821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=5943357948835292821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/5943357948835292821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/5943357948835292821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/08/sunday-morning-rain-is-falling-steal.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-3853303064350946563</id><published>2007-08-15T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T02:09:56.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;"If I can get a day to myself, I won't answer the phone, I'll read or go for a walk. Simple, basic things. People think there's always time to do that but there isn't. Life is short."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;-Viggo Mortensen (Actor of Aragorn, the Lord of the Rings)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One paper's screwed, the other was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't need to be a genius to know which was screwed- Chemistry or SS. OF COURSE it's the fugging Chemistry one. The people who suggested Chemistry be compulsory should all go right down to the bottom of the bog, or better, meet Hades and burn in hell. I'd send them flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dissected a sheep's heart for Biology practical today! It was awesome. One of the reasons why it was a great session was also because Mrs Ong, for the first time in days, didn't glare at me malevolently (i.e. shoot Star-Wars-worthy laser beams around). A really pleasant change! I was utterly exuberant and welcomed the Bio practical, for the first time in my life, with open arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ostentatious facade :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuqian blatantly refused to touch the heart and that was that. Hence I had to do the chopping and the gouging and the squishing (the squishing part was on my own accord, really...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were squeaks here and there during the practical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;Yuqian: Wah Amanda. You're my new idol man. You dare to touch (the heart)... So disgusting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;(Blogger's postnote: I hope the "disgusting" part was meant for the heart and not me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;Charlene: Eee. Yuqian, you more bimbo than me lor. See I also dare to touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;Huiling: Ew, the heart's so slimy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;Stella: Why your (sheep's) heart so smelly one!!! (Looks revolted)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;Mag: EEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;Guanzhi: Ha ha, I like your newspaper. (Stares with wide eyes at it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;(There was a huge picture of this curvaceous model with a huge bust in lingerie.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Timotheus: Eh I smack this thing (the heart) into your face ah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(Mafia shall always be mafia. He's so mean to me.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Lucas: Jamie will look at this heart and go "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INSPIRATION&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the Lucas quote is the best. Mrs Ong was fascinating today. She kept digging away into the heart with her gloved hands. Mmmn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was cheered up today by the Lit essay too. My analytical skills are okay after all :) I handed up my essay to Miss Rani during lunch and she handed it back to me, marked, and complete with constructive comments. She said I'd done pretty good on this essay, but I'd have to watch my timing. You know how I can get- I'd write and write and lose all track of time. Elise says my fanatical writing amuses her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to KFC after school with Huiling, Jamie, Mag, Stella, and Yuqian. Mag was being funny again- she was supposed to go on a diet or something, but she forgot, and bought a meal to gobble up. Only after she bought the food did she remember about her supposed diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She still ate everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last note, read Xiaxue! I love her latest post about gay bloggers and loonies who keep emailing her stupid stuff. The emails are written so hastily; they sound extremely uncivilised and uneducated and immature. I'm beginning to think that I have something against immature people. Most of the time I turn out to be right about these kind of things. Sixth senses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-3853303064350946563?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/3853303064350946563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=3853303064350946563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/3853303064350946563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/3853303064350946563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/08/if-i-can-get-day-to-myself-i-wont.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-7679226279079396744</id><published>2007-08-14T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T00:56:58.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"Tell them (the centaurs) I mean no harm!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"Sorry Professor, but I must not tell lies."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;-Dolores Umbridge and Harry Potter, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The E Maths paper was suckish. Stupid stupid stupid triangle and circle people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do know how to push responsibility around, do I? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Elective History one was okay. At least I understood the content, though I forgot to write about the Appeasement policy in Source C. My handwriting was extremely atrocious in that paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back Lit essays and test. The norm for Lit tests, are, well you know, and I got a 12. Miss Rani was supposed to award me 0.5 marks more!!! She wrote it in pencil but somehow she erased it off and replaced it with a 12. Damn. I've got no idea why. Mag received back her one word essay and all of us started laughing like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word essay, yes- Mag only wrote ONE word for the whole essay. (Kowtows to Mag) The word was a keyword, though. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt;. (Shakes with laughter again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, today fugging irritated my arse off. I'm lamenting about every day everyday. But it really is frustrating. Why can't Friday come earlier!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot. I still have 3 tuitions in all on Friday and Saturday. And whenever I ask my mum if I can go out with Huishan and Pris on Sunday she gives me this go-eat-your-dust look which is infuriating. Which also means that she refuses to give me an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit Carlisle Cullen, I wish you were real. Come and give me a little bite. My life will then officially start from then on. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a vampire I wouldn't have to sleep, which means that I have 24 hours a day.  But that's pretty pointless since I only sleep 4 hours a day. If I were immortal, what is 4 hours to me? And the whole speedy movements, flawless looks, predator instincts etc. I wish, I wish, I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee Kuan Yew is trying to tell me something via the SS textbook. I don't want any other books other than Eclipse right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-7679226279079396744?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/7679226279079396744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=7679226279079396744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/7679226279079396744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/7679226279079396744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/08/e-maths-paper-was-suckish.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-2061813147005227702</id><published>2007-08-13T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T05:33:31.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"How many wives wait at Troy's gates for husbands they will never see again?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Perhaps your brother can comfort them, I hear he's good at charming other men's wives."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Hector and Achilles, Troy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short update here!&lt;br /&gt;(Considered short as compared to what I'm capable of)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. First and foremost I had an okay-ish day... Tiring, though. Deciphered an immensely tough cloze passage on dead corals and a comprehension about heroic rocks (yes, rocks) during the Higher Chinese paper. English was quite okay. The passage was interesting enough for me to stare at it for 15 minutes before starting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I finished the summary I sat there and doodled mutated stick figures on my paper. Mr Ng walked past and muttered, "Eh I know your English very good. But check your work!" and proceeded to loom behind others after thwacking his trusty marker on my head. My engrish is not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home afterwards and stared at the E Maths textbook and cursed the triangle and circle people. These ancient beings obviously have a knack for ruining peoples' lives, particularly mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, Zhengning is singing on CSS 2 now. I better advise my mum to turn down the volume to save our tv speakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, she's done it by herself D: Okay, haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-2061813147005227702?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/2061813147005227702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=2061813147005227702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/2061813147005227702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/2061813147005227702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/08/how-many-wives-wait-at-troys-gates-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-7654703962190627835</id><published>2007-08-12T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T00:41:09.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"These violent delights have violent ends,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And in their triumph die like fire and powder:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Which as they kiss consume."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Friar Laurence, Romeo and Juliet, Act II Scene six&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL LIKE KILLING MYSELF!!!&lt;br /&gt;Stupid asdfghjkl Common Tests . The bloody damn thing should just meet Hades and burn in hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad was mentioning something about end-of-year vacation. I HOPE HE DOES SOMETHING ABOUT IT :D I'm fantasizing Seattle, LA, New York, Florida, California, Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Alaska!!! Them adorable dogs. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's more of a interesting-tour-with-lots-of-action maybe LA, New York, Florida and/or California. With New York coming out tops! I'd love to go to New York. But Florida's got Disneyland, right? I think. I can't remember. Someone educate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's all my wishful thinking. Alaska, indeed. Trust my mum to drape wet blankets over everything. The vacation thing will probably just exist in my sandcastles in the air. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up I'd move to Seattle. I love Singapore, from the food to the homely feelings to the shopping centres to the crazy stress levels, but the one thing I can't stand is the weather. The sun is killing me. It's warm, even at night. But since we're on the equator, which means no natural disasters, we don't have anything to complain about, do we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that dumb studying is corrupting my brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like eating these now! :D AND there's nothing in the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHERE IS WILLY WONKA WHEN I NEED HIM THE MOST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah hah, whoops I forgot. He got possessed by Snape already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rr630ZXP7pI/AAAAAAAAA8E/Jpt9aVdAUhw/s1600-h/ice-cream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097713939019460242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rr630ZXP7pI/AAAAAAAAA8E/Jpt9aVdAUhw/s320/ice-cream.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmn. Look at the fudge. And the crimson cherries. Brownie attack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rr630pXP7qI/AAAAAAAAA8M/KwGCNGMwzV0/s1600-h/schoko_home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097713943314427554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rr630pXP7qI/AAAAAAAAA8M/KwGCNGMwzV0/s320/schoko_home.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rr6305XP7sI/AAAAAAAAA8c/zeh0w1tl13c/s1600-h/icecream12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097713947609394882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rr6305XP7sI/AAAAAAAAA8c/zeh0w1tl13c/s320/icecream12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate. All types. This is torturous. Ice cream, too. WIth M&amp;amp;Ms. Eeeech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rr6305XP7tI/AAAAAAAAA8k/sgws0wxqRZU/s1600-h/spongebob!!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097713947609394898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rr6305XP7tI/AAAAAAAAA8k/sgws0wxqRZU/s320/spongebob!!!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Haha look at this. Spongebob Icecream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SPONGE! BOB! SQUARE! PANTS!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rr630pXP7rI/AAAAAAAAA8U/a-ppy6daC_g/s1600-h/thMR__COTTON_CANDY_by_CardCaptor87.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097713943314427570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rr630pXP7rI/AAAAAAAAA8U/a-ppy6daC_g/s320/thMR__COTTON_CANDY_by_CardCaptor87.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omgz, even the cotton candy (which is supposed to be fake) looks tempting.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going full-on Augustus Gloop already.&lt;br /&gt;The stupid big fat nincompoop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-7654703962190627835?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/7654703962190627835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=7654703962190627835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/7654703962190627835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/7654703962190627835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/08/these-violent-delights-have-violent.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rr630ZXP7pI/AAAAAAAAA8E/Jpt9aVdAUhw/s72-c/ice-cream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-4933218010595181292</id><published>2007-08-11T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T21:37:12.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Men will hunt us, the gods will curse us, but I'll love you. Until the day they burn my body, I'll love you." -Paris, Troy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHERYL JIE &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm drunk. I think. Ooohoohoo! Intoxicated post. Please skip if you don't want to confuse yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm se-riously going straight into RSM now. (RSM: Random Screensaver Mode)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be spouting lots of trash and quoting lots of things. Uhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, I was talking about it to Elise just now and we actually called up each other and laughed our asses off. We don't understand anything. And &lt;strong&gt;THAT'S EFFING WHY WE'RE LAUGHING&lt;/strong&gt;. Insider's joke. Yo ho, a pirates life for me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put it simply, insiders' jokes + make-no-sense + stupid assumptions= helluva time for Botox. HAHAHAHAHA. You think I'm intoxicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"So let's say my bad luck did crash the plane. What exactly are you going to do about it?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Why is the plane crashing?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"The pilots are passed out drunk." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Easy. I'd fly the plane."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stewpid. Downright stupid. But we don't know anything about it- not much of the source anyways. Yeah. Thus we're giggling like mad and making dumb assumptions. I liked the &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"I'm amused at how something so tiny could be so annoying"&lt;/span&gt; thing. That one made me choke on my own spit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Elise, feeling cold? &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You'd warm up faster if you took your clothes off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Can you stop trying to take your clothes off?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA. I know I should be thrown into a booby patch. (Old-fashioned way of saying "Mental Institution", hahahahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes okay Elise- a post note here- Tell me about the Switzerland thing if you get to it before I do! And what with the Sleep-with-you. And the tent. And the Battle Hymn of the Republic thing. I imagine it's got something to do with J-r though :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;Darling Elise, hate is a passionate emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are alllll insiders' jokes! Don't assume anything or you'd just end up getting all confused like Elise and I. Yeah. I mean, really. Whoopee. When the time comes you'd find out. I'd just say "no" to every assumption you guys make on my tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I didn't know we have to tuck our thumbs in when we punch. Hmm, mafia should teach me. EH TIMOTHEUS!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-4933218010595181292?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/4933218010595181292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=4933218010595181292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/4933218010595181292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/4933218010595181292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/08/men-will-hunt-us-gods-will-curse-us-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-9116136246235431057</id><published>2007-08-10T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T00:43:47.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Stupid, shiny Volvo owner :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...But that doesn't change anything. You're still my enemy in the morning."&lt;br /&gt;"You're still my enemy tonight. But even enemies can show respect."&lt;br /&gt;-Achilles and Priam, Troy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NDP 07 yesterday was undoubtedly fascinating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally miss NDP. As in, last year. How we moaned about the KFCs and the stupid cakey makeup and the antagonizing training sessions. But now I miss them all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Troy later on.&lt;br /&gt;How can I forget how great Troy can get?! Especially what with all the Brad Pitt + Eric Bana + Orlando Bloom concotions. It's hardly fair, is it, lumping all the drop dead gorgeous actors together into a tragic Greek mythological story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know you guys just want to see pictures. (Actually, more like "Kaiying" wants to see them pictures...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ERIC BANA!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was brilliant as Hector. A pity he had a wimpy Casanova for a younger brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rrv9YpXP7lI/AAAAAAAAA7k/G0ikgqXLPGc/s1600-h/troy65.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096946003161902674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rrv9YpXP7lI/AAAAAAAAA7k/G0ikgqXLPGc/s320/troy65.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I see 50,000 men brought here to fight for one man's greed." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad Pitt.&lt;br /&gt;The one that we've allllll been waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;Oh maybe only Kaiying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rrv9YZXP7kI/AAAAAAAAA7c/LqjEJ7gasTE/s1600-h/bradpitt6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096945998866935362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rrv9YZXP7kI/AAAAAAAAA7c/LqjEJ7gasTE/s320/bradpitt6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Let no man forget how menacing we are, we are lions! Do you know what's waiting beyond that beach? Immortality! Take it! It's yours! "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orlando Bloom.&lt;br /&gt;I liked him better in Pirates. I loved him best in the Lord of the Rings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rrv9YpXP7mI/AAAAAAAAA7s/Z4S6jC0feRA/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096946003161902690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rrv9YpXP7mI/AAAAAAAAA7s/Z4S6jC0feRA/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Father, you are a great king, because you love your country so much. Every blade of grass, every grain of sand, every rock in the river... You love all of Troy. That is the way I love Helen."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noble, but maybe not noble enough. Besides, he staggers and hurls himself at his brother when he gets sliced on the leg. There's this warrior I saw in one part of the show who got shot by an arrow. His reaction: He broke off part of the arrow, grumbled something inaudible and carried on slewing Trojans. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen; played by Diane Kruger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rrv9Y5XP7nI/AAAAAAAAA70/5BI3un-FJqI/s1600-h/250px-Helent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096946007456870002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rrv9Y5XP7nI/AAAAAAAAA70/5BI3un-FJqI/s320/250px-Helent.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Menelaus (her ex-husband) was a brave man. He fought for honor. And every day I was with him, I wanted to walk into the sea and drown."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeeeed. Her beauty is incomparable. No wonder they speak of her as the "face that launched a thousand ships".&lt;br /&gt;I told Elise on MSN and she said, &lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;"And mine will launch a thousand aeroplanes!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt; "Yeah, the ones made of wood you can find in cereal boxes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of Troy! Well I recommend this show if you haven't caught it, as well as National Treasure, starring Nicolas Cage and Diane Kruger (the girl who plays Helen in Troy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-9116136246235431057?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/9116136246235431057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=9116136246235431057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/9116136246235431057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/9116136246235431057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/08/ndp-07-yesterday-was-undoubtedly.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rrv9YpXP7lI/AAAAAAAAA7k/G0ikgqXLPGc/s72-c/troy65.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-5637921478786069748</id><published>2007-08-10T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T00:34:46.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Useful ions, waste products, starch granules and gases or vapours are transported in plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Xylems are made up of dead cells. They are long and narrow and they have no cross walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Well, I'm not! I have many living cells, say 5-6 million per drop of blood. I have no cross walls and I'm not long and narrow. I'm fat, and I'm short. Hmm, so this makes things easier when I want to remember properties of xylems. Woooooh this is so fascinating!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Xylems provide mechanical support for the plant and transport water and mineral salts. Xylems contain lignin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder I find myself scratching away at a desire to major in English...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to Elise just now. The girl is going bananas over some hunky American actor whose name I can't even remember. So he mustn't be really popular, can he? Anyways I told her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: "They say Edward grew alot in Eclipse."&lt;br /&gt;Elise: "WHAT?! He's already six-two!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I mean... emotionally. Mentally. Not physically. So I see, the wooden cereal box aeroplanes have really dropped bombs and exploded what's left of your brains."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(Sighs) I get really bored looking at Biology notes, especially if you're dying from a migraine. I think the HTML code in my immune system's got a big fat major error. Even my mum doesn't trust me now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love talking to Elise! I shall go bombard her even more. Oh look, she's at my blog too. Hello Elise and her exploded brains!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-5637921478786069748?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/5637921478786069748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=5637921478786069748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/5637921478786069748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/5637921478786069748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/08/useful-ions-waste-products-starch.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-2984792778421982353</id><published>2007-08-08T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T23:14:00.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"And so the lion fell in love with the lamb..."&lt;br /&gt;"What a stupid lamb."&lt;br /&gt;"What a sick, masochistic lion."&lt;br /&gt;-Edward Cullen and Bella Swan, Twilight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I think I know more things than I should. But yet sometimes things are kept from me and I have to dwell in the dark, with no other options. And yet some things are better left unsaid. It hurts to know but yet you want to get everything in your system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything goes back to square one, you know that you've hurt nobody, only yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-2984792778421982353?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/2984792778421982353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=2984792778421982353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/2984792778421982353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/2984792778421982353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/08/sometimes-i-think-i-know-more-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-5121999692124554463</id><published>2007-08-08T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T10:12:44.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="10"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you don't need to be a genius to work out why I'm screaming like a headless walking living dead. The "living dead" part is necessary because that's what Elise just called me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On MSN.&lt;br /&gt;She saw some of my dps- I'd changed some snaps for her because she wanted to see if I went for plastic surgery or Botox or got into a overly animated fictional fantasy that included walking zombies we have to shoot dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know what I mean :) Elise and I talk in dead complex manners. This is just the skin of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt;ELISE! (Jacob sucks. Like my brother.) says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey dear, nice new pictures. You look like the living dead. Next time I build a haunted house in Escape Theme Park during Halloween I'd invite you. No costumes nor makeup required- just wear your usual black.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I think of Fruits Basket, the sadder I feel. No idea why. Hormonal imbalances and my idiosyncrasies I reckon. Okay I'm off to do more screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's 1 am in the morning. If I don't return to school on Monday it means I'm trapped in the high-security ICU ward of the Institute of Mental Health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too noisy, surely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm incoherent now. Sheesh. By the way, the guy Tay Ping Hui plays in the Ch8 pm show is so hardcore. And the girl Felicia Chin plays is dead thick-skinned. Someone send her a pair of vernier calipers to let her measure the thickness of her skin please, thank you very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-5121999692124554463?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/5121999692124554463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=5121999692124554463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/5121999692124554463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/5121999692124554463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/08/aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh-yeah-you-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-3711023799664431368</id><published>2007-08-08T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T06:07:05.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="orange"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"In Twilight it is about finding true love, in New Moon about losing true love, and Eclipse about choosing true love." -Stephenie Meyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sssssssssssssss.&lt;br /&gt;I should really stop searching the word "Eclipse" up in Google. It's scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across another spoiler- a teeny one- and it made me ______ until it was excruciating. Hahaha Elise says I'm driving her crazy because, apparently, unlike Edward she can't read minds. Yeah. You can't read minds, so go read spoilers by yourself :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't post any here. I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished Fruits Basket- the entire series! I'm totally exhilarated with regards to the ending. It's a fantastic ending but it's really sad to see all 23 books come to an end. I think Momiji is a really, really good man. He gives up his love (Tohru) to let her fulfill her own happiness, which was to stay with Kyo. That's really heartwarming to read about... Loving someone is about making the person happy. Well if Momiji can't even grant Tohru her one true happiness- Kyo- what's love anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus I think Momiji is going under my list of truly great lovers of all time. He didn't bear a grudge against Kyo at all... He just wanted Tohru to be happy. Wow. Not many can fulfill that requirement, really, seeing how self-centered and egoistic lovers are these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like someone whose name starts with a J, ends with a B.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Sucker&lt;/span&gt;. Do us all a favor and go burn in hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Controversy detected. Shit. Okay I shall keep my mouth shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought new Nikes today. I am a delighted girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-3711023799664431368?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/3711023799664431368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=3711023799664431368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/3711023799664431368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/3711023799664431368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/08/in-twilight-it-is-about-finding-true.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-7039819489455139275</id><published>2007-08-07T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T03:28:53.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3rd post today.&lt;br /&gt;I just posted 5 minutes ago. This is so ultimately retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I just wanna say that I think Huixian from CSS 2 is :( and Shawn is :D.&lt;br /&gt;For the love of everything Cullen, we don't need another Rainie Yang. Huixian, as compared to the last CSS cycle's Teresa, can't sing for nuts. Eesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, new on my list of cars &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;Sho shexshy. (*Winces at twit talk*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1, as always, is the Aston Martin (either model, really, they all cost a bomb).&lt;br /&gt;#2, the Lamborghini. By the way, the most expensive model of the Lamborghini is $1mil...&lt;br /&gt;#3- I've swopped ranks. Now it's the BMW M3. Gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RrhIaZXP7iI/AAAAAAAAA7M/lx6Hi9lQnWo/s1600-h/349056818_15a8aaa9da.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RrhIaZXP7iI/AAAAAAAAA7M/lx6Hi9lQnWo/s320/349056818_15a8aaa9da.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095902596691914274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The red one looks hotter, but it's still an M3. Who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4, the Audi TT Coupe. Yes, the "TT" part is necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RrhIMpXP7gI/AAAAAAAAA68/4LodZFucPbo/s1600-h/10822610_dfca1d94be_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RrhIMpXP7gI/AAAAAAAAA68/4LodZFucPbo/s320/10822610_dfca1d94be_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095902360468712962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5, realistic as ever, in Singapore, the Mini Cooper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no I don't like these cars just because some of them happen to appear in Twilight as the Cullens' cars! They're just cute, that's all. Carlisle's Mercedes (though very beautiful too), Emmett's Jeep, Alice's to-be Yellow Porsche (the Turbo 911), and Bella's Chevy don't make them ranks here :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course NOT Jacob's motorbike/ Rabbit. I hate Jacob. He's evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spotted a LAKERS' JERSEY today in an ancient issue of Seventeen. SOMEONE GET IT FOR MEEEEE! It costs $129, from Adidas Originals. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RrhI5JXP7jI/AAAAAAAAA7U/LPK14Bhqwis/s1600-h/376162175_42361d853b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RrhI5JXP7jI/AAAAAAAAA7U/LPK14Bhqwis/s320/376162175_42361d853b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095903124972891698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LA Lakersssss. Thanks to Elise's influences. Thanksfully I'm only into the Lakers and not most of the other things she's obsessed with, like the Cubs and the Arsenal and Liverpool and blah. LA Lakers are hot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-7039819489455139275?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/7039819489455139275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=7039819489455139275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/7039819489455139275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/7039819489455139275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/08/3rd-post-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RrhIaZXP7iI/AAAAAAAAA7M/lx6Hi9lQnWo/s72-c/349056818_15a8aaa9da.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-8423645831776036709</id><published>2007-08-07T02:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T02:49:43.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HI, IT'S ME AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES I'M BACK AFTER READING &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; THE ECLIPSE QOTDS. AND ALL? YES I MEAN THEM ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephenie Meyer posted them over a period of time, and as the author, of course, she doesn't intend to spoil anything. But there're some friggingly funny ones. I started sputtering cereal (yeah, cereal in the afternoon) on my dad's computer (hope the ants don't give anything away).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why am I back so early? I thought I was supposed to have a doctor's appointment? Yeah, I did. I called to cancel cos I knew I couldn't make it on time. When the doctor heard that I had been held up by a Chemistry test on Energy Changes he just about clucked his tongue in an &lt;em&gt;I'm-so-sorry-about-your-mishap&lt;/em&gt; manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lying. Everything else is true except for the mishap thing. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;I shall stop digressing here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;ECLIPSE&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;u&gt;QUOTES OF THE DAY(S)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't give away anything... Really. I'm just picking out the nicer ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And speaking of Italy and sports cars that I stole there, you still owe me a yellow Porsche." -Alice Cullen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Blawger's note: HAHAHA. Good one Alice darling. But are Turbo 911s really that fantastic? I thought Lotus Elises woulda been more flashy.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I prefer brunettes." -Edward Cullen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Brunettes? Really...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's something…strange about the way you two are together… The way he watches you-it's so...protective. Like he's about to throw himself in front of a bullet to save you or something." — Renee Dwyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I wish MY guy would be like that. But such human guys are extinct already and they probably exist only in the forms of fictional excruciatingly beautiful blood consumers, so, go figure.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Edward’s only human, Bella. He's going to react like any other boy." -Angela Weber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Snorts in contempt)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Does my being half-naked bother you?" -Jacob Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Sheesh, Jacob, I'm with the vampires &gt;:D)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But...the...you...I...insane!" -Bella Swan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I swore I felt the milk retreating from my throat as I tried not to burst out laughing. My throat ought to have valves.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you ever think that your life might be easier if you weren't in love with me?" -Edward Cullen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(*Screams hysterically*)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I already know how strong you are. You didn't have to break the furniture." — Bella Swan&lt;br /&gt;(This statement was either made to Edward or Emmett. Emmett, well, you know his size and Edward... Did Stephenie Meyer mention that it was a 60-inch plasma TV Edward broke in the New Moon chapter where Bella put her mortality to vote? Haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Would you like to hear my story, Bella? It doesn't have a happy ending- but which of ours does? If we had happy endings, we'd all be under gravestones now." -Rosalie Hale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I sputtered the cereal at this one. I just found it hilarious. Maybe it's the difference in the sense of humour. Oosh.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fall down again, Bella?"-Emmett Cullen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Emmett, OLE!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you seriously just stamp your foot? I thought girls only did that on TV" -Jacob Black&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Not only is Jacob a werewolf, he's also a frog in the well. There's this funny association with animals... *Chuckles*)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The stories say that the Cold Woman was the most beautiful thing human eyes had ever seen. She looked like the goddess of the dawn when she entered the village that morning; the sun was shining for once, and it glittered off her white skin and lit the golden hair that flowed down to her knees. Her face was magical in its beauty, her eyes black in her white face. Some fell to their knees to worship her." —Billy Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Wow. WOW. Who? Rosalie? Esme? Alice? Okay, no. Rosalie's and Esme's hair ain't that long, and Alice's hair is shorter than mine.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's a good thing you're bulletproof." —Bella Swan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I also started snorting when I read this one.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's not like I'm headed off to Vegas to be a showgirl or anything." -Bella Swan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Hardly. You can hardly be a showgirl in a gown, can you?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay no more.&lt;br /&gt;:D These quotes didn't harm, did it? And by the way, I don't like Jane. From the royal family with Aro, Marcus and Caius. Go away, Jane. You suck. Go eat bananas. And Jacob. I've decided. &lt;font color="red"&gt;THAT I DON'T LIKE JACOB BLACK ANYMORE&lt;/font&gt;. MWAHAHAHA. May you two hold hands and burn in hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got too carried away and left my Frosties to soak in the milk... Shit, now they're not Frosties, but Soggies. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a happy National Day in 2 days' time! Love y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-8423645831776036709?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/8423645831776036709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=8423645831776036709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/8423645831776036709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/8423645831776036709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/08/hi-its-me-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-1017277471962550729</id><published>2007-08-07T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T02:05:09.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Quite a pity how things turned out, isn't it?" -Jane &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;ECLIPSE IS OUT TODAY!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the quote for today is ultimately stewpid. Jane. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was fine and all. Screwed my Chemistry test, though, and didn't bother to check it. The teacher looked agitated when she scanned through my answers but I just fell asleep in the Chem lab after scribbling down whatever I could come up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to buy Eclipse together with SK... And now I'm reading a few spoilers. I won't reveal them here; all the Twilight FC people will slit my throat if I do. Twilight and New Moon spoilers were something else altogether. Eclipse is... serious. Yes. Everyone's waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I've got 36 hours a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at the Twilight Lexicon forum, and I feel like _______ when I'm reading them spoilers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told you, I won't even reveal my emotions after reading. Ha ha ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-1017277471962550729?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/1017277471962550729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=1017277471962550729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/1017277471962550729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/1017277471962550729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/08/quite-pity-how-things-turned-out-isnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-5397852520740749940</id><published>2007-08-06T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T01:57:24.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"You've experienced the way I can manipulate the emotions around myself, Bella, but I wonder if you realize how the feelings in a room affect me. I live every day in a climate of emotion. For the first century of my life, I lived in a world of bloodthirsty vengeance. Hate was my constant companion." -Jasper Hale, Eclipse &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the QoTD for Eclipse on stepheniemeyer.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way, for all ye Harry Potter fans, visit &lt;a href="http://www.mugglenet.com"&gt;Mugglenet&lt;/a&gt;! After about 2 years of forgetting to visit that webby, I'm back, and it's still as cute as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend the Caption Contest, it rocks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-5397852520740749940?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/5397852520740749940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=5397852520740749940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/5397852520740749940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/5397852520740749940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/08/youve-experienced-way-i-can-manipulate_06.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-3503676662948007805</id><published>2007-08-06T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T01:48:13.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Before you, Bella, my life was like a moonless night.  Very dark, but there were stars- points of light and reason.  And then you shot across my sky like a meteor.  Suddenly everything was on fire; there was brilliancy, there was beauty.  When you were gone, when the meteor had fallen over the horizon, everything went black.  Nothing had changed, but my eyes were blinded by the light.  I couldn't see the stars anymore.  And there was no more reason for anything."  &lt;br /&gt;-Edward Cullen, New Moon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Yes I'm kinda back to normal for a bit. I'm still suffering from insomnia every night, so if I ever fall asleep in school or anything like that, do wake me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With regards to the insomnia part I broke my record last night. I slept for 1 and a half hours in all but the sleep wasn't peaceful at all- I kept dreaming of random stuff and getting flickers here and there. First I saw Mr Ng's face and the whiteboard in class, then next I saw something about Eclipse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes I wholly know that Eclipse will probably be all over the major leading bookstores in the world, but I can't get it. YET. There's still the Common Tests to think of if I want a peaceful September holiday, haha. So please, please, please, don't spoil anything for me okay? You can rant on your own blog, then drop me a notice about the&lt;em&gt; ESA (Eclipse Spoiler Alerts)&lt;/em&gt;. Before I chuck my medication down your throat. I want to read this on my own this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SK came to school with good news. No, she's not expecting. She said that those lucky readers who had managed to get their hands on a copy of Eclipse early claimed that Eclipse was the best amongst the trilogy. Wow! I mean, really, I can't imagine better books than Twilight and New Moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe except for Harry Potter, though JK Rowling decided she had enough of about 50 characters, which she killed off whilst battling with the Death Eaters. &lt;em&gt;Damn&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not read the last book of Harry Potter. Can you believe it? I used to go crazy over Harry Potter last time. I've read books 1 through 6 (though I didn't like OoTP and HBP because 2 of them nicest characters died), and now I'm practically giving up on 7. Or so they say. I'd read them &lt;strong&gt;AFTER &lt;/strong&gt;Fruits Basket 22 and 23 and Eclipse and Hamlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably going to get Eclipse on the Saturday which CTs end. So I'd go all antisocial and hide myself in my room and chuck my tablet aside and read and read and read. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, don't tell me anything. A beg of you. Spare (what's left of) my sanity, thanks, or I'd make sure you'd lose yours too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-3503676662948007805?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/3503676662948007805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=3503676662948007805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/3503676662948007805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/3503676662948007805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/08/youve-experienced-way-i-can-manipulate.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-5918473989754431270</id><published>2007-08-04T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T07:34:24.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"The right thing isn't always real obvious. Sometimes the right thing for one person is the wrong thing for someone else. So... good luck figuring that out." — Charlie Swan, Eclipse &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel rotten.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to update properly. Yes and all I can say's that, I went to the chinese physician yesterday and he gave me some bad news. So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me what it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-5918473989754431270?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/5918473989754431270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=5918473989754431270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/5918473989754431270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/5918473989754431270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/08/right-thing-isnt-always-real-obvious.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-9209873391957978982</id><published>2007-08-02T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T07:42:53.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON HIATUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until major BDOD appeases itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why? No I don't know why. Probably my hiatus will only last till tomorrow. Maybe it'd last a day or two. I really don't know what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I've said, when living through every day becomes a challenge, everything that happens does something funny to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny, not in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue tagging, but don't ask if I'm okay. I'm not okay, I promise. If I said I were, you guys would have just believed the lie, but not the truth. I swear nothing's gone okay. It's more than what meets the eye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-9209873391957978982?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/9209873391957978982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=9209873391957978982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/9209873391957978982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/9209873391957978982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/08/on-hiatus-until-major-bdod-appeases.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-6331419349095688169</id><published>2007-08-02T02:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T02:59:33.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wonder what Rosalie likes to have. I have a funny feeling it's some form of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feline?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-6331419349095688169?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/6331419349095688169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=6331419349095688169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/6331419349095688169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/6331419349095688169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-wonder-what-rosalie-likes-to-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-932058411431438804</id><published>2007-08-02T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T02:35:49.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="orange"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Amanda: "You're as mafia as I'm accused of being emo."&lt;br /&gt;Timotheus: "SHIT! NO!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Timotheus is from the mafia. That's why I'm friends with him now- I'm considering my future to be set in the (heavily tattooed) hands of mafia gangs :D Not that Timotheus has tattoos or a skinhead or whatever- he's the holiest boy I've seen in 15 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is just a figurative expression.&lt;br /&gt;And to-tally random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just been to Yuqian's blog, and I happened to come across&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RrGgxJXP7fI/AAAAAAAAA60/GZY1vhcTb14/s1600-h/Photo0130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RrGgxJXP7fI/AAAAAAAAA60/GZY1vhcTb14/s320/Photo0130.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094029419720207858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="green"&gt;I REALLY, REALLY THINK THEY LOOK ALIKE.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I don't mean anything bad. They're best friends but they somehow look like sisters. A while ago my mum saw the neoprint of Gee, Charlene, Yuqian and I and she pointed to Charlene and Yuqian and said, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Eh you take this kind of machine can duplicate face one ah."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear, hear. So it's not only ME! My mum too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I shall digress here and give some opinions with regards to Stephenie Meyer's favourite Twilight cast list. She's got no influence whatsoever with regards to the whole movie optioning and casting stuff though. James Franco's still my Edward &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She posted something new about another Edward option, because Henry Cavill's too old for Edward. PHEW. Uh that guy's called &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0880484/"&gt;Gaspard Ulliel&lt;/a&gt;. Go take a look at his pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he's not suited for Edward, but very, very Jasper-ish. He totally looks like Jasper in my mind to me. Stephenie and I have the exact same opinion about our Jacob Blacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEVEN STRAIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah okay I know I've said this probably a million times. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Sky High. He already &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; Jacob Black. I agree with Stephenie more and more each time I see Steven Strait. By the way, Sky High was really good. He acted really well in it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna watch Sky High, John Tucker Must Die and Initial D. Edison Chennnnnnn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-932058411431438804?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/932058411431438804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=932058411431438804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/932058411431438804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/932058411431438804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/08/amanda-youre-as-mafia-as-im-accused-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RrGgxJXP7fI/AAAAAAAAA60/GZY1vhcTb14/s72-c/Photo0130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-7265918488046186257</id><published>2007-08-01T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T06:00:52.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I remember someone asking me some time ago,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Have you contemplated suicide before?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh, that's such a stupid question. I contemplate suicide everyday since the day I stepped foot in Nan Hua, what d'you think? I don't know what's going on now. At all. I wish I had 24 hours a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nothing matters anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Does it? Must I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind over matter; I don't think so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-7265918488046186257?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/7265918488046186257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=7265918488046186257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/7265918488046186257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/7265918488046186257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-remember-someone-asking-me-some-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-3912016234445230310</id><published>2007-08-01T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T01:06:35.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"The idea of being in danger from even the most deadly of humans while I was with Alice or Edward was downright hilarious." -Bella Swan, Eclipse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fucking pissed today. All should've gone okay-ish, but just that stupid derogatory little...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough. I'm wasting my time and computer power and brain cells venting about idiotic things that belong in asylums. Well I couldn't be bothered with prejudice. It's presence is the sine qua non for every miserable thing in the world I guess. Pretty harsh, but just in-your-face. And true. I don't post false negativity on my blog, and neither am I going to tolerate genuine ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep it's trying to turn my life over and out. Gosh. &lt;strong&gt;Hate&lt;/strong&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the English test today, though. I had lots of fun writing away. Hopefully the story gets deciphered properly, haha, since my brain's kinda incoherent today. Well what can you expect from someone whose body clock is almost permanently screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For CT 1 this year I wrote about recalling a (fake, duh) dead best friend's &lt;em&gt;(named Carlisle... Don't kick me please)&lt;/em&gt; past. No it's got absolutely nothing to do with Wei Hong- he's still alive and kicking and playing the guitar and mugging for the Os. For that CT 1 english essay I described my best friend as a terrorist (Makes face here). Today I wrote about another fake best friend &lt;em&gt;(named Caius this time, so I guess you guys wouldn't mind, right?)&lt;/em&gt; who turned over a new leaf after spending 3 years in a boys' home for assisting in drug trafficking. I'm so mean to the characters in my stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realised that all my stories are either depressing, morbid or cynical. That's okay. As long as I like them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-3912016234445230310?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/3912016234445230310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=3912016234445230310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/3912016234445230310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/3912016234445230310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/08/idea-of-being-in-danger-from-even-most.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-3456280348055091226</id><published>2007-07-31T02:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T02:30:51.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4"&gt;Happy Birthday Harry Potter.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aston Martin Vanquish/DB9!!!&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm going to get it, duh, but well. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to know Aston Martins from the Stephenie Meyer website. She claims Edward has one, so there. But I &lt;u&gt;genuinely&lt;/u&gt; like the car ALOT. Even my dad says I have good taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then I said, "Can I have one for my 21st birthday?"&lt;br /&gt;He said, "How much?"&lt;br /&gt;I replied, "About $600k"&lt;br /&gt;And he said "Carry on dreaming" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;:(&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;I am strong. I will survive this ultimately disappointing letdown.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rq79KJXP7dI/AAAAAAAAA6k/AhJj823suRw/s1600-h/532470840_4f731abaac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rq79KJXP7dI/AAAAAAAAA6k/AhJj823suRw/s320/532470840_4f731abaac.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093286579356560850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Blinded by its beauty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rq79KZXP7eI/AAAAAAAAA6s/NchizxQ_D44/s1600-h/100934726_a9508032c2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rq79KZXP7eI/AAAAAAAAA6s/NchizxQ_D44/s320/100934726_a9508032c2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093286583651528162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The insides are just as beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Jonathan (Yap, I think. Tell me who), the DB9 Volante is more expensive than the Coupe cos of the roof. Wow if that's true I think the DB9 Coupe is fine with me already; an extra $100k for a funny roof is redundant. I'd much rather take that $100k to pay for gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I wouldn't want the car to be roofless much of the time since I hate the sun. Yes yes I hate the sun. Alot. I'm sorry if you're offended by this thought/opinion or something, but the sun just makes me uncomfortable. It ain't got nothing to do with shimmering vampires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was good since there was triple English :) I &amp;hearts; English lessons! I love writing. Yeah. Surprisingly I wrote a lot for Literature today- probably the poem was just easier than the William Wordsworth and Emily Dickinson ones we got last time. The poem this time was about standing up for yourself and a little on feminism, that's why I was so encouraged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took neos after school with Charlene and Yuqian. I look retarded in all of them. I wish I didn't cut my fringe on impulse. The only correct haircut I've ever made was chopping off the braids. (Sigh) Don't be like me. Now I've got not much hair left to chop. Maybe my unlimited mana pool will let my hair grow out faster so I can turn it into something crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. Enjoy your life, people :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-3456280348055091226?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/3456280348055091226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=3456280348055091226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/3456280348055091226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/3456280348055091226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/07/aston-martin-vanquishdb9-not-that-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rq79KJXP7dI/AAAAAAAAA6k/AhJj823suRw/s72-c/532470840_4f731abaac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-539697418737388889</id><published>2007-07-30T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T02:32:43.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='200'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Ghetto gangsta&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Ghetto gangsta&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='44' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;44%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Stoner&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='44' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;44%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Goth&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='44' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;44%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Drama nerd&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='31' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;31%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Punk/Rebel&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='31' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;31%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Prep/Jock/Cheerleader&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='25' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;25%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Geek&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='19' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;19%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Loner&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='19' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;19%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/run.php/Quiz?quiz_id=58'&gt;What's Your High School Stereotype?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't deny that I'm a stoner, but ghetto gangsta and goth?!&lt;br /&gt;Ha, ha, ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-539697418737388889?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/539697418737388889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=539697418737388889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/539697418737388889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/539697418737388889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/07/you-scored-as-ghetto-gangsta-ghetto.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-8376478349666922341</id><published>2007-07-30T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T02:11:40.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-browed night;&lt;br /&gt;Give me my Romeo; and, when I shall die,&lt;br /&gt;Take him and cut him out in little stars,&lt;br /&gt;And he will make the face of heaven so fine&lt;br /&gt;That all the world will be in love with night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Romeo and Juliet, Act III Scene ii&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extremely impatient!!!&lt;br /&gt;Eclipse, Eclipse, Eclipse.&lt;br /&gt;Wait, wait, wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh. Eclipse is contributing to the further deep-frying of my brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was quite boring... But at least not shit-filled, which is considerably good. Inked "I must not tell lies" on the back of my left hand (It's still there) and Miss Rani asked me if I wrote it myself, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she was kinda expecting, like, "No, teacher so-and-so" made me write it. Which further explains the whole bleeding-black thing :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone got scammed today. Will post some pictures soon (Cackles); I'm using my dad's comp for today. I kinda hate my tablet cos it's so frigging slow. The start up takes about 10 minutes. My dad's is as quick as lightning. Maybe it's got something to do with the file overloads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Haoting's last day too. I'm so going to miss her! I kept trying&lt;em&gt; not&lt;/em&gt; to cry. Hope she writes to us, and visits us during the hols. Goodbye Haoting! We'll all miss you lots &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some stupid pictures from Mugglenet :D I love Photoshop; it just works wonders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rq2p1ZXP7YI/AAAAAAAAA58/L6XzmnPA96o/s1600-h/HarryChocFactory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rq2p1ZXP7YI/AAAAAAAAA58/L6XzmnPA96o/s320/HarryChocFactory.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092913488432459138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mutated Willy Wonka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rq2p15XP7ZI/AAAAAAAAA6E/vFwAIIjL8dk/s1600-h/snoggerd%2525214%255B2%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rq2p15XP7ZI/AAAAAAAAA6E/vFwAIIjL8dk/s320/snoggerd%2525214%255B2%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092913497022393746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manga overload :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rq2p2JXP7aI/AAAAAAAAA6M/QeXT2OoIQiQ/s1600-h/normal_SnapeWANTED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rq2p2JXP7aI/AAAAAAAAA6M/QeXT2OoIQiQ/s320/normal_SnapeWANTED.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092913501317361058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this picture looks almost the same as the one below, but still. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rq2p2JXP7bI/AAAAAAAAA6U/ji1TBOtdv1s/s1600-h/Food%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rq2p2JXP7bI/AAAAAAAAA6U/ji1TBOtdv1s/s320/Food%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092913501317361074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wowwwww. My favo character in Harry Potter is Willing to Work for Food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, okay, enough gobbledegook. Off to play Pacman! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rq2rCpXP7cI/AAAAAAAAA6c/PPOteWcEbzA/s1600-h/293121440_be864276ba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rq2rCpXP7cI/AAAAAAAAA6c/PPOteWcEbzA/s320/293121440_be864276ba.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092914815577353666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey wow woo sexy car. A "Lotus Elise", hmm. But I still love Aston Martins many many.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-8376478349666922341?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/8376478349666922341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=8376478349666922341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/8376478349666922341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/8376478349666922341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/07/come-gentle-night-come-loving-black.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rq2p1ZXP7YI/AAAAAAAAA58/L6XzmnPA96o/s72-c/HarryChocFactory.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-4769133505507051294</id><published>2007-07-29T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T22:13:14.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Boys should help girls, right? That's called chivalry." -Mrs Sim, Elective History teacher of 31207&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going bananas trying patiently to wait for Eclipse to hit the stores, meanwhile reading the QoTDs on stepheniemeyer.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's the QoTDs that are driving me up the walls, actually. One day it says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="green"&gt;"Well, that just sucks! I guess I'm stuck with Mike Newton after all." -Bella Swan&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="green"&gt;"It's the thought that counts. I ought to know." -Edward Cullen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN today's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="green"&gt;"I offered eternal servitude, remember. I’m your slave for life.” -Jacob Black&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to convince myself that Jacob doesn't have a prayer in terms of trying to win Bella over. Right? Bella, don't be a fool. Edward can give you immortality :) All Jacob has to offer is a nasty, unpredictable temper and probably death if he loses control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, crude...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really bored of my life. Eclipse is the only thing that's worth waiting for. What else? Common tests? Maths? Chemistry? Homework. Hardly. Hardly at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Jacky Wu's variety shows last night. Am proud to say that I'm a huge fan of his variety shows. Yeah all the hardcore games! Nowhere near as boring as Singapore's &lt;em&gt;(though we're supposed to support the local talents everyone speaks of, but I can't see them). &lt;/em&gt;Then I got all grossed out to the core by Dreamcatcher. Lovely mutated slugs. Reminded me of Elise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles, that's all for today. I apologise for not updating earlier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-4769133505507051294?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/4769133505507051294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=4769133505507051294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/4769133505507051294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/4769133505507051294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-going-bananas-trying-patiently-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-4141750791709566512</id><published>2007-07-29T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T03:25:39.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="purple"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hi, my name is Amanda and I'm a by-product of Pokemon's secret unlimited mana pool. I can soot lubberbans at people and wield lightsabres. My idol is Mr Edmund Ng because he is the master of the Pokemon unlimited mana pool. His (okay, maybe not so) secret trait is to attack head-on with flying markers and whiteboard dusters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never misses a shot I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah beware of the characters from the unlimited Pokemon mana pool. We're dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very dangerous.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh, drugs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch High School Musical later. HSM reminds me of my Disney times. Nostalgia rekindles itself :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-4141750791709566512?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/4141750791709566512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=4141750791709566512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/4141750791709566512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/4141750791709566512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/07/hi-my-name-is-amanda-and-im-by-product.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-5979244612004284676</id><published>2007-07-26T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T04:12:05.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="green"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"There is hope in the world. Timothy is doing his work."&lt;br /&gt;-Miss Seto, English teacher of 31207&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah today went by okay-ish. I'm actually quite fine with heading back to school, though my most desired life would be that of a vampire's- limitless wealth and time on my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, as a vampire, I can neither enjoy chocolate nor ice cream (sighs). Whoever said being a vampire was easy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elise says I read too much. Naw, I just pay attention. I'm known to do that every once in a while, see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent lunch in the classroom reciting a quote on the famous &lt;a href="www.xiaxue.blogspot.com"&gt;Xiaxue&lt;/a&gt;'s blogpost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was suaning Lao Zhar Bor, some old blogger (who has been assumed to have arrived on the same boat as Sang Nila Utama). Xx quoted, &lt;em&gt;"I can just imagine her reaction after she sees this post in which I claim her to be a noob. She might just go, &lt;u&gt;'DIDI! WHAT IS N-ZERO-ZERO-B!?&lt;/u&gt;'"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant. Just my kind of humour. (Chokes on spit and laughs again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N-ZERO-ZERO-B. Then I came up with a B-ONE-M-B-ZERO concotion for Chrysan. Timotheus joined in the fun and shouted at Yining "Eh you S-L-O-W!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;She took 10 years to get it&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIDDING KIDDING. I MEAN, REALLY. THIS IS WHAT DOCTORS' PRESCRIPTIONS DO TO YOU AHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not coherent at the moment, so just go and watch the Free Hugs clip, okay? My current infatuations are Edward Cullen, Aston Martins and Free Hugs. Oh quite cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-5979244612004284676?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/5979244612004284676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=5979244612004284676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/5979244612004284676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/5979244612004284676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/07/there-is-hope-in-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-6093392469338877860</id><published>2007-07-25T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T23:22:06.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling a little better after the drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Aston Martins are classified into 3 main designs: the Vanquish (Edward's), the DB9, the V8 Vantage. Yep I love them all :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in Singapore it costs about S$698,000 (w/o COE) for a DB9 Coupe, and S$738,000 for a DB9 Volante. Though I've got absolutely Zen idea with regards to the price difference- they're both still DB9s, right? No, wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so someone explain that to me! For a girl I'm relatively in touch with cars already. Rosalie's M3 convertible has never looked so appetizing! One of Brent's friends have got exactly the same car as Rosalie. Gosh. I don't expect any BMW M3s to come flying down the PIEs of Singapore, though, since the highest speeds you can ever get to in the highways are probably 100km/h, which is pretty pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RqbrP5XP7VI/AAAAAAAAA5k/tyxgqBr1GLI/s1600-h/vanquish400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RqbrP5XP7VI/AAAAAAAAA5k/tyxgqBr1GLI/s320/vanquish400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091015087117823314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Vanquish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RqbrQJXP7WI/AAAAAAAAA5s/RLBXjj7Vyy0/s1600-h/alt02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RqbrQJXP7WI/AAAAAAAAA5s/RLBXjj7Vyy0/s320/alt02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091015091412790626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The DB9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RqbrQZXP7XI/AAAAAAAAA50/zyJX6Oz7aWY/s1600-h/2007_Aston_Martin_V8_Vantage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RqbrQZXP7XI/AAAAAAAAA50/zyJX6Oz7aWY/s320/2007_Aston_Martin_V8_Vantage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091015095707757938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Convertible. Woooh the V8 Vantage!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to do Maths. I can't wait to migrate when I get older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go watch the &lt;u&gt;Free Hugs&lt;/u&gt; video, by the way, if you've not watched it. My wish, your command. Hahahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-6093392469338877860?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/6093392469338877860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=6093392469338877860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/6093392469338877860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/6093392469338877860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-feeling-little-better-after-drugs.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RqbrP5XP7VI/AAAAAAAAA5k/tyxgqBr1GLI/s72-c/vanquish400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-1031986037361819699</id><published>2007-07-25T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T20:46:55.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My immune system just sucks like lemon barley, so go figure. If I cough some more I'd probably end up with a pair of blood-filled lungs and/or a set of abs that may give Yanling's or Timotheus's a run for their money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-1031986037361819699?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/1031986037361819699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=1031986037361819699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/1031986037361819699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/1031986037361819699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-immune-system-just-sucks-like-lemon.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-8270275667478513401</id><published>2007-07-22T22:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T00:20:13.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4"&gt;A MUST WATCH.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't watch it and you'd regret. You don't wanna leave this blog filled with regrets, don't cha? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="200" height="100"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vr3x_RRJdd4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vr3x_RRJdd4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="340" height="370"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so basically this is a story about this hero named Juan Mann. Will never forget that name! He only has one motive while prowling the streets of Sydney holding up a &lt;strong&gt;FREE HUGS &lt;/strong&gt;sign- which is to spread the love and revive the humanity which have been much lost in most people around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most touching part of this clip is the part where the little old lady first comes up to him to request a hug, which he, of course, willingly obliges. Then the colour spreads in the clip as he slowly begins to reach out to the Australians, hugging and spreading warmth to everyone willing to participate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juan's motives were distrusted, no doubt, as hugging can come up as a controversial issue, especially when it involves hugging strangers of different religions, races and genders. Thus the police bans this Free Hugs campaign, and Juan and his helpers begin a petition. Their target was reached- a whopping 10,000 signatures. The campaign was allowed once more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out in this clip for the blue shirt guy who practically sprints and throws himself onto his friend. And that skateboard dude! Wow, I didn't know humanity could be rekindled with small gestures like hugging. The practical will go all &lt;em&gt;"Oh, no, he's probably just trying to hook chicks up or something" &lt;/em&gt; but I beg to differ. Such people who view this Free Hugs Campaign are the ones who need these hugs the most! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really ought to start such a thing in Nan Hua. Sometimes I feel that people are going mad in there. It will be like a dream come true if 312 actually starts the campaign. It'd be magical. No ulterior motives, just hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Empower U we had to hug as many people as possible. For example, after dancing or some activities etc, Taki or Brent will exclaim, &lt;em&gt;"Okay, give at least 5 hugs!"&lt;/em&gt; (Or 10 in some cases. We had 20 on the last day). So you'd see everyone going around to hug everyone, and it's a truly beautiful thing. The smiles and the laughter's just amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To date, since Friday evening, I'd probably hugged around 70+ people, no matter whether I know them or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;SO LET'S START THIS IN JUST 312 ALONE FIRST!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure the outcome will be cute. :) Go around hugging everybody, no matter whether you love/hate that person. Hug, just hug. &lt;em&gt;If you know that it's just a gesture of friendliness, warmth and passion to reach out, you've got true love in your hearts&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, please ignore the date above :D Today is the 23rd, not 22nd. Skinning gone wrong, huh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeya guys tomorrow. Love y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-8270275667478513401?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/8270275667478513401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=8270275667478513401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/8270275667478513401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/8270275667478513401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-324475350399759433</id><published>2007-07-22T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T22:27:11.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yeah, I miss you too. A lot. Doesn't change anything. &lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, okay, Here I am typing out this blogpost when everyone else is in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend has been extremely eventful for me, but utterly tiring as well. In general it was a 2 and a half days course (Empower U), and I really, really enjoyed myself there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the reason behind all these exhaustion and sudden illnesses is mostly contributed by the timings and non-stop activities of the programme. Timings ain't no figurative expressions; a course from 8am to 9.30pm pretty much sums up everything, not to mention the practically non-existent breaks we had. We laughed and talked and interacted and moved about and listened and learned, no doubt, but the short breaks had me all drained out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, the only food I ate on Saturday and Sunday were 2 lunches, and 2 dinners. A drastic drop from all that snacking I used to have everyday. Maybe it'd do me some good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the course we had these absolutely crazy disco-dancing-to-relieve-stress sessions after every break, which in all, we danced about 8 times. You can say that was the main cause of my currently aching muscles. Dancing never felt so good though :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhaustion is another matter entirely. But this 2 and a half days were incredibly well-spent. If you didn't get any of these I forgive you :D Well it's harder to read off text and experience what I had experienced on Friday evening, Saturday and Sunday. Seeing is believing, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was meant to be a rhetorical question. So, don't answer that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well mainly I've also been thinking about the class tee design. I've discarded the previous idea, something I've never told anyone about, and came up with this whole new one. It's nothing like the usual class tee about &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I LOVE 312&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;312 ROCKS MY SOCKS&lt;/span&gt;. This one has it in for true meaning. I don't know if you'd get what I get. Maybe yes, maybe no. But if you do get my meaning I am proud of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This idea was generated on 220707, aka yesterday. I was at Empower U, of course, and my brilliant mentors Taki and Brent showed us many, many clips and movies, all with positive motives. But this one hit me like a saucepan -smack- on my soft spot. I found the video he showed everyone on Youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd post it on another post altogether. Please, please do watch the movie and read off its meanings if you find it too figurative. It's on the above post. Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-324475350399759433?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/324475350399759433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=324475350399759433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/324475350399759433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/324475350399759433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/07/yeah-i-miss-you-too.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-1593861792205612127</id><published>2007-07-20T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T09:15:59.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLASS TEE DESIGN.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RqDfZqyX9fI/AAAAAAAAA5c/P6isHDbqB1g/s1600-h/classtee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RqDfZqyX9fI/AAAAAAAAA5c/P6isHDbqB1g/s320/classtee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089313211003958770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I know you guys probably have seen this on Jemimah's blog, but I'm just re-emphasizing it. Please give us comments, or we'd be at a loss of what to do. Really. Jemimah's been working very, very hard with all the photoshop and stuff. Thank you Jemimah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about class tees, I managed to think about one today- I'm at my most creative when I'm procrastinating. It's pretty funny, actually, but relatively practical. When I'm done with the idea I'd post it or something. I'd be drafting everything in my trusty notebook&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't talk about today here, since almost every schoolday sucks. Yeah who doesn't know every schoolday sucks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, don't answer that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO GET A LIVEJOURNAL.&lt;br /&gt;Blogger is making me fuzztlated. (Frustrated)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-1593861792205612127?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/1593861792205612127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=1593861792205612127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/1593861792205612127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/1593861792205612127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/07/class-tee-design.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RqDfZqyX9fI/AAAAAAAAA5c/P6isHDbqB1g/s72-c/classtee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-6114642536424467225</id><published>2007-07-18T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T06:13:47.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay guys.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the POTD (Picture of the Day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to get murdered by Mr Ng for handing in my Book D late anyway, so if Huiqin does the killing for me, it probably won't make much difference cos I'd still end up dead, right?&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huiqin in secondary one looked like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rp4OBqyX9eI/AAAAAAAAA5U/hU0es-SdmyQ/s1600-h/leepo+and+haotigpo..BMP"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rp4OBqyX9eI/AAAAAAAAA5U/hU0es-SdmyQ/s320/leepo+and+haotigpo..BMP" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088520050803471842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE HAIR THE HAIR &lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!!! Her hair in sec one is most commonly found in markets. :D The majority of people that end up in markets on Sunday afternoons.&lt;br /&gt;AUNTIE HUIQIN! WOOOOH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's SOMEMORE! From sec one and (very) early sec two. Ew. Long hair disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so basically today I had an okay-ish day. I'd give it one star out of five. The day I rate 5 out of 5 is when I get to do anything I want. 6 out of 5 is if I ever get to meet James Franco or Edison Chen, etc. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sighs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had English, TRIPLE MATH, Social Studies, Bio and PE (Not in sequence). Hell Maths test was disgusting. I couldn't concentrate at all, and I was annoyed at myself. After the test I sat there and stoned. Suddenly Mr Ng looked in my direction and said weirdly, &lt;font size="4"&gt;"Why your face so black?"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"WHY YOUR FACE SO BLACK"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;BLACK! BLACK! SOMEONE SAID MY FACE WAS &lt;b&gt;BLACK&lt;/b&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought he was talking to SK, actually. But he looked pointedly at me and I had nothing at all to say, so I just muttered "Wow. Black. I thought should be white." Incoherently. Heck, I'd never dream in a million years that someone'd come up to me and tell me that my face is black, Lest, of course, if I stayed in an oven for 4 months or something. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so, Miss Tan announced during SS that we're going to have this stupid remedial on Saturday MORNING. Shit. I thought I could've slept in. So my timetable for Saturday is going to be like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9-10am Remedial&lt;br /&gt;11-1pm Math Tuition&lt;br /&gt;4-5.30pm HCL Tuition with Jemimah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HCL Tuition isn't that stressful, cos there's Jemimah&amp;hearts;! Woot. Both of us always laugh at the graffiti on the wall -.- Some dumb person wrote, next to all the profanities, in a thick magenta marker, &lt;strong&gt;"DO NOT VANDALISE. -LAO SHI"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I meant by dumb.&lt;br /&gt;Pui. I'm going to dread Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my mum's not treating me any nicer. She refuses to give me my pocket money. :( And let me go out. C'mon, she screams at me even WHEN I'M AT THE EFFING LIBRARY. Fuck, I'm not even at Orchard or some shopping centre in town after school!!! She wants me to turn all autistic and antisocial. She hates it when I talk too much to my friends and stuff like that cos she thinks everyone's not trustworthy, horrid, not nice, whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I can't tell between good and bad. Yeah, right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should escape from Jurong East and put myself in Forks. Maybe I'd find a person to house me :D Then I can go hike on trails, find meadows, and live in a fantasyyy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to fly away as far as possible once I'm of age. No kidding. Living here is like trying to live in a slaughterhouse. After homework, she wants me to do revision. After revision? Oh! Surprise! More revision! Fuck, if you don't have a life please go get your own! I'm not five years old or some infantile shit who can't think at all!!! *Smashes table*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 years of patience has come to an end here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Floodgates are open. Evacuate!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd just post pictures. Writing and venting has become a sort of catharsis. You would, too, pick up on my hobbies if the furthest from home you can go is the carpark at the ground floor. Reading and Writing. That's the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh did I mention that my mum hates it when I read storybooks? She thinks I should read Chemistry as bedtime stories. No wonder I suffer from insomnia every night. What does she know? Nothing. It's antagonizingly horrifying. So whoever who thinks their mum are control freaks, RAISE YOUR HANDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum also hates it when I use the computer cos once I turn on my tablet IT MEANS MSN MESSENGER to her. Like I've said. She doesn't know ANYTHING. Fuck, screw my life. Someone turn me into an immortal, or maybe just do me a favour by running me over with a truck or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rp4OA6yX9aI/AAAAAAAAA40/996eXVrvrLE/s1600-h/wheee.+top+angle+shot..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rp4OA6yX9aI/AAAAAAAAA40/996eXVrvrLE/s320/wheee.+top+angle+shot..jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088520037918569890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rp4OBKyX9bI/AAAAAAAAA48/ToaFzf7TOoI/s1600-h/auditorium!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rp4OBKyX9bI/AAAAAAAAA48/ToaFzf7TOoI/s320/auditorium!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088520042213537202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rp4OBayX9cI/AAAAAAAAA5E/sBdj-9j-17E/s1600-h/errr.+ama+and+ama..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rp4OBayX9cI/AAAAAAAAA5E/sBdj-9j-17E/s320/errr.+ama+and+ama..jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088520046508504514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rp4OBayX9dI/AAAAAAAAA5M/Qhr9ZV2UVkY/s1600-h/Kukus+on+d+tram.BMP"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rp4OBayX9dI/AAAAAAAAA5M/Qhr9ZV2UVkY/s320/Kukus+on+d+tram.BMP" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088520046508504530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mood to caption. If you're depressed just by reading this vented-on post, look at Haoting's picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haoting we'd miss you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-6114642536424467225?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/6114642536424467225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=6114642536424467225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/6114642536424467225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/6114642536424467225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/07/okay-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rp4OBqyX9eI/AAAAAAAAA5U/hU0es-SdmyQ/s72-c/leepo+and+haotigpo..BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-3907983979963074297</id><published>2007-07-17T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T04:15:44.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="navy"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Which is more fun, &lt;strong&gt;Foccer &lt;/strong&gt;or &lt;strong&gt;Sootball&lt;/strong&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;-Elise Tan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yasou! (That's "hello" in Greek.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading about Cromwell's rule now! :D It's friggin' fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;Go to &lt;u&gt;http://www.historylearningsite.co.uk/cromwell_england.htm&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oliver Cromwell's quite weird. Yeah just look at the rules he enforced in the mid-1600s... Just wonderfully insane. And he himself was not strict  at all(Rolls eyes). What a hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine. Anyway, today was quite slack... I kinda love Tuesdays now; even better than Wednesdays. Simply because there's triple English on Tuesdays now, but TRIPLE MATH on Wednesdays!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, who can stand Math?!&lt;br /&gt;Though we've got quite an okay teacher. Mr Ng is relatively nice, but that doesn't exactly curb by long-time-since-primary-one dislike for Maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to JE library with Yuqian after school. I can't find a decent copy of Romeo and Juliet! I was looking forward to reading Shakespeare's most lomanteek love story of all time, but they only stocked the simplified versions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The simplified versions were in the &lt;em&gt;CHILDREN'S SECTION&lt;/em&gt;. AND HELL YEAH I WENT THERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, embarrassing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The simplified version was so shallow; it didn't contain much information or Shakespearean English whatsoever. The quotes are still there, but definitely not worth borrowing. Maybe I'd try to search for it online. I don't know what's with this thirst (haha) for old literacy texts... Pfft. Maybe I'm really out of my mind. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RpyjnayX9ZI/AAAAAAAAA4s/15Y-oROjTGU/s1600-h/antm5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RpyjnayX9ZI/AAAAAAAAA4s/15Y-oROjTGU/s320/antm5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088121576622650770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-3907983979963074297?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/3907983979963074297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=3907983979963074297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/3907983979963074297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/3907983979963074297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/07/which-is-more-fun-foccer-or-sootball.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RpyjnayX9ZI/AAAAAAAAA4s/15Y-oROjTGU/s72-c/antm5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-7388033642884355504</id><published>2007-07-16T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T06:46:30.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had school till about 12pm today, then flew off to Pizza Hut for lunch with cliquette. :) I was such a PIG, I tell you. I was the only one gorging on ice cream (and a chocolate fudge one at that) after the whole meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Och. Someone stop me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Os Listening Compre was later on, at about 2. &lt;em&gt;THE EFFING THING MADE US LISTEN TO MUSIC FOR HALF AN HOUR&lt;/em&gt; -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I had time to catch up on sleep, so that was fine actually. I was quite afraid to fall asleep at first, but when I turned around and found, like, 3/4 of the class dozing off, I slammed my head on the table followed suit. Huh. Pig trait #2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Kboxing after school. Sheesh it was fun, but I was tortured by my contacts on the way there. Then Charlene and Yuqian and I kept playing Superstar-and-fans (roll eyes). We can be lame, too lame in fact, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home later on. &lt;br /&gt;(Sighs) I'm not in the mood to write now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'd just... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;DIARY OF A TWIT.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With inspiration from Low Yihua and Jemimah Seow; they started this idea first. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="navy"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Dearr diiariiex,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todaee ii go out kaikaii wif maii Boiboi... boiboi sh0 kewt lorrhx. he saee maii dresses todae sh0 kewt w0rx... of cos lahhs ; ii g0 tuu Far Eastt* derr NWO buyy everrithiing fer t0daes one nehs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Must... stop... bile from... rising...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="navy"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fiirst we g0 eat @t Mac... iie luk at hiim l0ngl0ng hehe ^^ thenn iie thiink 0rf lastt tyme he aSk miie be hiis steAd... 3 mths 2 daes 21 hrs 45 min alreadii w0rx.. he iish stiLl sh0 kewt... keke&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;("Still so cute"? Yeah I would like to see you say that when he's old and infertile. Besides, I highly doubt this relationship will last for more than half a year. 5 bucks.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="navy"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thenn we g0 see sh0W.. Ex0rciSm.... Sh0 sCArriie w0r! iie sh0 scared den iie cryy lerhhx... Boiboi saee dunch scaredd... but iiee stiLl scARedd.. Boiboi sh0 brAvE sh0 manx lehhs. o^.^o Hehe Afterr sh0w we paii neopwintx.. Pink machiine..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;("Brave"? Yeah I bet another 5 bucks your &lt;s&gt;man&lt;/s&gt; boy goes home to puke the contents of his dinner out. Or he probably shut his eyes during the movie. OR MAYBE HE WENT HOME AND CRIED TO HIS MUM INSTEAD. Heh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="navy"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laterr we g0 playy p00L! ; mit JiEMuIs... *[[aii nii men 184]]* maii p00l quiite zaii worhs..; Deyy saee Boiboi and iiee tgthr sh0 l0ng, dey jeal0us alredii w0r hee... Then g0rrt 0nE boi... c0me over askk miie hp n0.. saee iie veri chiiox lehhs; [hehe i noee lahhs] Wann sTeAd wif miie. BuT iiee saee iie hAv la0gongs alredii... bUt hE saee w8t ferr miie w0rx... aiiyo whyy liidat..*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sorry, but was the guy who asked her out visually handicapped, or was it just that he couldn't tell the difference between a mentally mutated being and a normal one? I was surprised he didn't ask for a one night stand or something. Uh, ew.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="navy"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4amm... cAb h0me wiff La0gong boiboi...; he kiiss miie w0rx. shyy alredii lahhs... kekex he saee he luRbe miie 184...* la0g0ngx and la0pox lurbbe 4evr...;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ew, ew, ew, ew, EW. I bet his mouth rotted like the one in the cigarette ad after kissing her, cos of the thick layer of foundation the mentioned twit probably applied. Maybe a spatula/ shovel would be enough to remove the foundation on her face. Errrk.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm never going to add another twit post in my blog. Yuck. Abolish Twit Talk. ATT. Someone hurry up and start a campaign.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-7388033642884355504?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/7388033642884355504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=7388033642884355504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/7388033642884355504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/7388033642884355504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/07/had-school-till-about-12pm-today-then.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-8522733252078496940</id><published>2007-07-15T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T07:11:53.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I think Charlene is a rich kid because she uses $48 conditioners.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so basically I'm back to advise all 312ers, those reading this page at this very moment, to head for Jemimah's blog for the class t-shirt design. Please give us both comments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, alteration. I think you best give Jemimah the comments cos I'm pretty useless with feedback. Ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jemimah is doing it again. She's pushing the credit to me! And I only drew the words! (Sighs) The credit goes to both of us and all of you out there. If you're any other Nan Huarian who've just stumbled across my blog here, or probably even came here intentionally but without any notification, kindly note that our design is already copyrighted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound mean. But sometimes we have to be mean, or we'd just get eaten alive when we step into the outside world. Cos there're more mean people than nice people on this planet if you watch closely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of them are hiding under horrid masks that are striving to contain their evilness. So, beware :D You'll never know when someone decides to chuck a knife in your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I must learn not to sidetrack&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I must learn not to sidetrack&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I must learn not to sidetrack&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I must learn not to sidetrack&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I must learn not to sidetrack&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I must learn not to sidetrack&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I must learn not to sidetrack&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I must learn not to sidetrack&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow you'll see the words get carved at the back of my left hand :)&lt;br /&gt;Umbridge is so annoying. Her laughter makes me feel like smacking her with anything I can get my hands on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all in all, 312ers, please give Jemimah ready suggestions about the design. Your constructive comments are much appreciated. Awww don't be shy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, my mum taped down Jacky Wu's variety show! His shows are full of nonsense sometimes, that's why I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-8522733252078496940?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/8522733252078496940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=8522733252078496940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/8522733252078496940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/8522733252078496940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-think-charlene-is-rich-kid-because.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-4963940695053169410</id><published>2007-07-15T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T04:44:45.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>They say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Women have PMS because they have periods"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;I BEG TO DIFFER.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think men are the ones who have PMS, for the love of everything beautiful. One minute they act all nice and friendly and chummy to you, and the next minute they start yelling at you like everything's your fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they'd start storming around and barking at people, like as if someone died and made them King. Yuck, I feel utterly revolted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people should just get a grip sometimes. &lt;em&gt;No one owes them a living.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is annoying me. ALOT. I'd have to hide in the toilet first, or he might just let off that shit bomb he had constructed for the last 5 hours. Or whatever. Some men are so, so stupid sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three cheers for feminism.&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-4963940695053169410?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/4963940695053169410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=4963940695053169410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/4963940695053169410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/4963940695053169410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/07/they-say-women-have-pms-because-they.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-7133116115570949691</id><published>2007-07-14T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T09:37:25.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel jerkish.&lt;br /&gt;Emotionally deranged, damn. Not under control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been singing Wonderwall into a pair of scissors (yes yes) and walking around in circles these days. When I feel pissed, apparently. It occurs often, but keeping myself perfectly concealed behind that facade will do everyone good. I am so friggin' irritated with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel even more jerkish for not visiting Darryl today. But my mum didn't tell me anything about the planned visit- she didn't even mention Darryl's condition to me whatsoever... But it's still my fault. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm therefore &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; going to visit Teapot when he's more coherent and well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 14th, best friend #2! :) (Tomorrow.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today is gonna be the day &lt;br /&gt;That they're gonna throw it back to you &lt;br /&gt;By now you should've somehow &lt;br /&gt;Realized what you gotta do &lt;br /&gt;I don't believe that anybody &lt;br /&gt;Feels the way I do about you now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backbeat the word was on the street &lt;br /&gt;That the fire in your heart is out &lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you've heard it all before &lt;br /&gt;But you never really had a doubt &lt;br /&gt;I don't believe that anybody feels &lt;br /&gt;The way I do about you now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the roads we have to walk along are winding &lt;br /&gt;And all the lights that lead us there are blinding &lt;br /&gt;There are many things that I would &lt;br /&gt;Like to say to you &lt;br /&gt;I don't know how &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because maybe &lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be the one who saves me ? &lt;br /&gt;And after all &lt;br /&gt;You're my wonderwall &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was gonna be the day? &lt;br /&gt;But they'll never throw it back to you &lt;br /&gt;By now you should've somehow &lt;br /&gt;Realized what you're not to do &lt;br /&gt;I don't believe that anybody &lt;br /&gt;Feels the way I do &lt;br /&gt;About you now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the roads that lead to you were winding &lt;br /&gt;And all the lights that light the way are blinding &lt;br /&gt;There are many things that I would like to say to you &lt;br /&gt;I don't know how &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said maybe &lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be the one who saves me ? &lt;br /&gt;And after all &lt;br /&gt;You're my wonderwall &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said maybe &lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be the one who saves me ? &lt;br /&gt;And after an &lt;br /&gt;You're my wonderwall &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said maybe &lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be the one that saves me &lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be the one that saves me &lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be the one that saves me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elise told me to post something about my opinions on Emoism (whatever). Since she's delirious with joy after having watched Brokeback (Dan got it out for her), I shan't dampen her spirits with my ultimate BDOD. (Black drag of Depression)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My definition of Emo involves excessive mosh pitting, self-mutilating and vision obstruction with all that hair on 3/4 of the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emos cut themselves with penknives, scissors and whatever sharp and, er, life-threatening objects that can kill. They are wet blankets and hate socializing, though probably with an exception of their emo band, where everyone just plays along to Simple Plan and whatever emo bands there are in the music market right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complete with a permanent scowl etched upon face, top-to-toe black, hair in casual disarrays that always seem to end up mostly on their faces, countless piercings, black nails... and eyeliner is practically a religion in Emoism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emos like to write poetry and sit by the window and strum their guitars and sing along to Welcome to my Life, probably, or sit in a corner and look antisocial.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree that I'm in black half the time, but I've had always been in black since forever- even before that whole Emo thing came about.&lt;br /&gt;I don't slit myself, but I'm relatively masochistic sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even decipher Emily Dickinson, so poetry writing is downright ridiculous to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing against Emoism simply because it's tons better than Twitism.&lt;br /&gt;Twitism is sinful and absolutely disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digressing. Sorry. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information about twits, however, please visit MOT. &lt;strong&gt;www.musuem-of-twits.blogspot.com.&lt;/strong&gt; Satisfaction guaranteed (that is, if you're in the right mind/ you absolutely detest Twitism.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="green"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"These violent delights have violent ends."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-7133116115570949691?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/7133116115570949691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=7133116115570949691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/7133116115570949691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/7133116115570949691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-feel-jerkish.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-6764106340157079696</id><published>2007-07-13T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T09:29:40.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hereby declare on my blog&lt;br /&gt;That I'm going to read Romeo and Juliet by all means &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahlaoeh. I couldn't even sit through the first two chapters of &lt;em&gt;Nicholas Nickleby &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Jane Eyre.&lt;/em&gt; Elise says she's impressed simply because I even bothered to pick classics up to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows that Elise gets her book reviews off me and that she only reads Lime, Seventeen, Vogue, Smash Hits, Vanity Fair (sometimes) and Girlfriend. Pfuit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exposed, haha, Elise is exposed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was okay. Read New Moon for the 10th (and still counting) time today... I'm going insane. Thanks, Stephenie Meyer! Gosh. I'm starting to worry alot about my Literature Unseen Poetry analytical skills. Out of 6 stanzas of one of Emily Dickinson's death poem we were thrown at by Miss Rani, I could only decipher and break down &lt;strong&gt;THREE&lt;/strong&gt; stanzas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this carries on I think I'd have to dig my grave for CT 2. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep laughing my guts out everytime I happen across Juliet's melodramatic &lt;em&gt;"Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo!"&lt;/em&gt; in Shakespearean websites. Gosh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sure old English quotations from famous, brilliant but extinct poets are much more meaningful than the pickup lines of the 21st century. Haha. All so shallow, no meanings.&lt;em&gt; "Do you have a map? I keep getting lost in your eyes."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errrk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep chewing on my lip. It's swollen now. Very, very swollen, and itchy and painful at the same time. (Hisses)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was rather devastating, since we got the news abotu Haoting leaving us for Taiwan for good. I felt both sad and angry at the same time, I don't know why. I felt like hugging her and I felt like smacking her. Luckily SK was in between us or I would have moaned at her for the whole of Chemistry or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jemimah and I are going to expedite the class tee ASAP, so that Haoting will be in time for a copy of such. I'm really, really, REALLY going to miss Haoting. Alot. Hot Tea! Wherefore art thou Hot Tea!&lt;strong&gt; AHHHHHH &lt;/strong&gt;(Stomps around the room)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just realised that I hiss alot when I get irritated or angry. Heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd try to avoid that as much as possible, since it sounds seriously menacing. And what with all the "Amanda wow you vely emo you know", I think I'd never be able to escape the clutches of... &lt;em&gt;Emoism&lt;/em&gt;. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, a quote from Twilight/Romeo and Juliet. I know I'm incoherent in this post. Sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath&lt;br /&gt;Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-6764106340157079696?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/6764106340157079696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=6764106340157079696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/6764106340157079696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/6764106340157079696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-hereby-declare-on-my-blog-that-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-798488481251350985</id><published>2007-07-12T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T06:37:59.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was good, good, yeah, actually quite great (Smiles impishly)&lt;br /&gt;Because there was &lt;font size="3"&gt;NO MATHS&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, really. We've been taught not to act like typical hypocrites and go &lt;em&gt;"Ah, I love Maths! Gosh! Maths is so interesting, I can fall on my butt anytime to do it! Blah! Blah! Blah!"&lt;/em&gt; When you actually &lt;strong&gt;HATE&lt;/strong&gt; Math, like me, right? Same applies to Chemistry. Gosh, I think Chem has taken the place of &lt;em&gt;Least Favo Subject&lt;/em&gt; on my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell asleep in Elective History. The only okay part of the whole 1-hour long lesson was the video of Hitler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hitler's got some really nice hair! (There I go again) Its parting is so... retro. Reminds me a bit of Mr Peh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, I was doodling and doodling on my book and realised that I'd dozed off. Woke up to see Chrysan and Timotheus sniggering from across me. Maybe it's just kind of weird to see someone whom you've never seen sleeping since like, forever, to suddenly drop down and snore &lt;em&gt;(not that I did snore), &lt;/em&gt;eh. AND drawing at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was like, my right hand was busy tracing circles all around while I was actually sleeping. Now I don't blame them for laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SK is officially going to read Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;Where's the &lt;strong&gt;Twilight FC&lt;/strong&gt;? But to be strictly accurate, I think it's more like &lt;strong&gt;"Edward Cullen FC" &lt;/strong&gt;to me. (Scratches head and giggles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugene Wong is afraid of me now. He doesn't want to talk to me. (Waves pompoms around again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to JE with Maylynn, Charlene and Yuqian after school. Bid goodbye to Maylynn a little while later before the other two and I went to Macs to have lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlene could make me laugh non-stop for one-minute straight. WOW. A feat. Just by making so-and-so's signature move. She did it so convincingly, I have to give her a standing ovation. Talked alot of rubbish and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel disgusted with myself for eating at Macs. What with all the brutal chicken killings... Eeek. Read &lt;strong&gt;Chew On This&lt;/strong&gt;. (Yeap another book recommendation) It's really good, especially if you're the one who loves gore and the blindingly horrific truth about fast food chains like KFC and Macs etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm serious. Read it, borrow it from the library, whatever. The last time I read it I boycotted Macs for six months straight. If you're worried about the content then that's another story altogether. But really. Look at what happened to Twilight when I first read it! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's got quite a bit of members in a FC, and still counting. Hip hip, hurray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got about 80+ pictures to upload, which is quite impossible to do now, but let's be hopeful for just this once- I'd upload them, bit by bit. In the meantime, I won't take as much pictures with my phone anymore. Deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;MC pictures here.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the gang of S4L 7146 so much! &lt;br /&gt;Especially my crazy insane partner Zhiqi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch her eat cheese and you'd get terrified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ordered pasta at Pastamania during lunch back then on one of those days, and the way she poured Parmesan cheese... It's scary, it really is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She adds humongous amounts of cheese every 3 mouthfuls she takes. After the meal, I thought she would've stopped or something, but she actually screwed off the cap of the shaker and poured about another 2 spoonfuls in her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Kowtows to Zhiqi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RpYrb6yX9OI/AAAAAAAAA3U/wC5mRiuwmMQ/s1600-h/a-0545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RpYrb6yX9OI/AAAAAAAAA3U/wC5mRiuwmMQ/s320/a-0545.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086300587798557922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pure torture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RpYrcKyX9PI/AAAAAAAAA3c/wer6i0rSj_U/s1600-h/a-0547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RpYrcKyX9PI/AAAAAAAAA3c/wer6i0rSj_U/s320/a-0547.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086300592093525234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the top I wore when Zhiqi and Shannon claimed: "Amanda you look haunted."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to take a picture and chew at the same time, hence the expression :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RpYrcayX9QI/AAAAAAAAA3k/_voS3cu1ka0/s1600-h/a-0548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RpYrcayX9QI/AAAAAAAAA3k/_voS3cu1ka0/s320/a-0548.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086300596388492546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eurk Zhiqi &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RpYrcayX9RI/AAAAAAAAA3s/kuuhE3YeGAc/s1600-h/a-0549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RpYrcayX9RI/AAAAAAAAA3s/kuuhE3YeGAc/s320/a-0549.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086300596388492562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hey yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RpYrcqyX9SI/AAAAAAAAA30/-QQ4HgegRcI/s1600-h/a-0550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RpYrcqyX9SI/AAAAAAAAA30/-QQ4HgegRcI/s320/a-0550.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086300600683459874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What's your PROBLEM!?"&lt;br /&gt;"Uh, nothing."&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, right."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RpYsm6yX9TI/AAAAAAAAA38/ZEavsCe8SDw/s1600-h/a-0551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RpYsm6yX9TI/AAAAAAAAA38/ZEavsCe8SDw/s320/a-0551.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086301876288746802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attempting to finger-whistle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RpYsm6yX9UI/AAAAAAAAA4E/2hoObLp-ElE/s1600-h/a-0552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RpYsm6yX9UI/AAAAAAAAA4E/2hoObLp-ElE/s320/a-0552.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086301876288746818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Smirks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RpYsnKyX9VI/AAAAAAAAA4M/-EblAodJIw8/s1600-h/a-0553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RpYsnKyX9VI/AAAAAAAAA4M/-EblAodJIw8/s320/a-0553.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086301880583714130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's not that shy. Hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RpYsnKyX9WI/AAAAAAAAA4U/Bl1tR3lvL-U/s1600-h/a-0554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RpYsnKyX9WI/AAAAAAAAA4U/Bl1tR3lvL-U/s320/a-0554.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086301880583714146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissy kissy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RpYsnayX9XI/AAAAAAAAA4c/-qgHnznwTUk/s1600-h/a-0555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RpYsnayX9XI/AAAAAAAAA4c/-qgHnznwTUk/s320/a-0555.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086301884878681458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conned her into taking this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now; more next time! I'm a very lazy blogger-picture-uploader. Apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin's hospitalized with appendicitis. He's just done with surgery... Ow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Darryl kor get well soon!&amp;hearts;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-798488481251350985?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/798488481251350985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=798488481251350985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/798488481251350985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/798488481251350985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/07/today-was-good-good-yeah-actually-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RpYrb6yX9OI/AAAAAAAAA3U/wC5mRiuwmMQ/s72-c/a-0545.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-7984703913873625048</id><published>2007-07-11T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T07:18:40.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. You are not alone. You are walking in the woods. With who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ummm, Edward Cullen? No, no, I'd walk with my best friend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You are walking in the woods. You see an animal. What kind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What interaction takes place between you and the animal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Milk the moo :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You walk deeper in the woods. You enter a clearing and before you is your dream house. Describe it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A nice cosy cottage &lt;s&gt;made out of gingerbread&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Is your dream house surrounded by a fence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You enter the house. You walk into the dining room and see the dining room table. Whats on it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lots of food! Mmmmmn.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You exit the house and a cup is on the ground, what kind is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A porcelain mug.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What do u do with the cup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pick it up and stare at it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You walk to the edge of the property where you find yourself standing at the edge of a body of water. What kind of body of water is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A lake with beautiful sparkling water!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. How will you cross the water?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ehhh I'd get my best friend to piggyback me over. (Pah. As if he will.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW WHAT IT ALL MEANS. p&lt;br /&gt;DONT READ THIS IF YOU HAVENT FINISHED YET!!!&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;1. The person who you are walking in the woods with is the most important person in your life.&lt;br /&gt;Eeek! Cheong Wei Hong's not the most important person of my life!!! Okay I'd go with Edward Cullen. Haha. Joking. Not accurate one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The size of the animal is representative of your perception of the size of your problems in your life.&lt;br /&gt;Moos are big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The severity of the interaction you have with the animal is representative of how you deal with your problems.&lt;br /&gt;So it means that I take everything with an air of insouciance? You can say that, but you can't at the same time (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The size of your dream home is representative of the size of your ambition to solve your problems.&lt;br /&gt;Awww. This quiz is getting accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A lack of a fence is indicative of an open personality. People are welcome at all times. The presence of a fence indicates a closed personality. You'd prefer people not drop by unannounced.&lt;br /&gt;Oops. I've got a closed personality. You can say that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If your answer did NOT include food, flowers, or people, then you are generally unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy! Emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The durability of the material with the cup is made of is representative of the perceived durability of your relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Argh! Porcelain! Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Your disposition of the cup is representative of your attitude.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I'd be fascinated with it for a while. Why's this quiz so accurate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The size of the body of water is representative of the size of your sexual desire.&lt;br /&gt;Lake. Wow luckily I didn't pick ocean or something. Guanzhi'd definitely pick the 7 oceans of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. How wet you get in crossing the water is indicative of the relative importance of your sex life.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha my best friend will get wet. Oops. Make CWH shoulder responsibility :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-7984703913873625048?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/7984703913873625048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=7984703913873625048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/7984703913873625048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/7984703913873625048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/07/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-9206334765664311594</id><published>2007-07-11T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T03:58:21.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I logged onto MSN just now, I received a nasty scare from Elise. But according to her reactions, I seriously think she's more traumatized than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think I shall relate what happened a couple of days back. My parents returned home hooting with laughter one fine night, and claimed that they saw my twin on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twin. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Miss Seto!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to them, my "twin" was a spitting image of me, with the same hairstyle, same glasses &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(though I wear contacts most of the time now)&lt;/span&gt;, same skin tone &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(that's sad. Really)&lt;/span&gt;, same height and same face shape &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(even sadder. I've got a face shape of a mango, damnit.)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If whoever that girl was lived through her life not getting called a geek/ emo/ moron, or possibly labelled androgynous (nicer term. Not-so-nice-and-less-classy term= tomboy), I really salute her. My mum said she was a couple of years older than I was.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;INTERESTING, I HAVE A SISTER&lt;/span&gt;. Wowiezowie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie, however, got extremely freaked. She was screaming on MSN, "Gosh that's your doppelganger!!!" &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Doppelganger= something like your splitted soul or whatever.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hardly Sun Wu Kong, so how do you expect my soul to split itself into pieces? Jaaaaaaamie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic: Elise. Apparently, Elise was surfing through flickr.com for some suggestions for short cropped hair or emo hair or whatever she was hunting for, and she saw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RpS0fHIUzII/AAAAAAAAA3M/cRgfHt4e_7U/s1600-h/t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RpS0fHIUzII/AAAAAAAAA3M/cRgfHt4e_7U/s320/t.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085888325791042690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, she sent me the picture on MSN and I actually thought it was &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;, for a fleeting moment. But I swear that's &lt;u&gt;NOT&lt;/u&gt; me. My fringe is not that long (But on the way. *Smiles*).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WOW, WHY DO I HAVE SO MANY PEOPLE WHO LOOK LIKE ME?!?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even look like Erika Toda or whoever. It must be sad having a mango for a face, and getting called eeeemooooo to the face at least thrice a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was uneventful, and later I've got tuition. Misery is taking over. The only thing I'm looking forward to is the Harry Potter OoTP movie I'm going to catch with Cheryl and Darryl! Please, please, PLEASE let Sunday come quickish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HCL O level Oral exam was horrifying just now. I stumbled over 4 words during the passage-reading, looked all around (north-south-east-west) while having the stifled conversation with the examiners, and got stuck at a couple of words at the end of my supposed sentence. PHWOAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I screwed things up even more later on!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I finished the whole exam thing, I took my time to put the chair back into place and bowed goodbye to the examiners. Then I stepped back and said bye again (cos I didn't know what to do). The most embarrassing part was smushing myself into the orange couch when I turned around and headed for the door D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlene and Yuqian tried to comfort me by assuring me that the examiners probably wouldn't have heard my nasty collision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impossible. The room was dead quiet and I was lumbering about like a blind elephant. Even a person with difficulties hearing would have heard my smash sound. Pffffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting more and more like Bella. A typical klutz. Argh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-9206334765664311594?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/9206334765664311594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=9206334765664311594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/9206334765664311594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/9206334765664311594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/07/when-i-logged-onto-msn-just-now-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RpS0fHIUzII/AAAAAAAAA3M/cRgfHt4e_7U/s72-c/t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-361786755186823992</id><published>2007-07-10T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T08:25:01.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Happy 15th Tay Weijie!&lt;/strong&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;You're old already. Awwwww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was great. Yeah actually kind of, on the account that there was &lt;strong&gt;NO MATHS&lt;/strong&gt;. Yesss! (Waves silver and blue pompoms around)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then during Lit today I was kind of... confunded. Haha. Don't want to elaborate here. That's the bad thing about a blog- you can't confide your utmost feelings, for fear that someone random will just pass by here to read. Wow, and that's going to cause alot of trouble. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea okay today my mum was being uncharacteristically nice to me, I wonder why. For once she didn't scream at me, yell at me or shoot me off on the phone. That's why I went home skipping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine how much that can change someone's day! So, people, I best advise you guys not to grumble, nag or scream so much. Besides the fact that you'd spoil someone's day rotten (and in the bad way), you'd also grow older befre your time. (Chortles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junjie and Elaine got out of CSS. I'd forever remember Junjie as the funny guy who sings&lt;em&gt; "Ni shi &lt;em&gt;WATER&lt;/em&gt;... Zhuan zhu tian shi, wei wo neng du jiaaaaaang".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then that guy, Guohao, sang some Cao Ge song. My mum and I laughed throughout his performance without stopping. Then my dad came out and started laughing too. Aw sorry. That was mean. But funny. Sorry. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'd go soon. I've just recovered from a nasty bout of a passing fever (Sighs) I hope this doesn't carry on; I have HCL oral tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get well soon, Timotheus. (: Oh but I seriously didn't know you were so... masochistic. Hmmm. Haha okay don't do a Ashley Olsen, dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And EWWWWWWW KEELY GOT INTO THE NEXT ROUND. Yerk. She sings like Rainie Yang with two wads of tissue stuck in her nose. Pfuit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-361786755186823992?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/361786755186823992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=361786755186823992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/361786755186823992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/361786755186823992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-15th-tay-weijie-youre-old-already.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-4109913069129661135</id><published>2007-07-09T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T07:53:38.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="3"&gt;COOL BEYOND WORDS.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RpJH1HIUzEI/AAAAAAAAA2s/bCyhK0QfrOQ/s1600-h/amandaantm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RpJH1HIUzEI/AAAAAAAAA2s/bCyhK0QfrOQ/s320/amandaantm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085205907027315778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda! (Yeah yeah her name is Amanda too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RpJH1XIUzFI/AAAAAAAAA20/vG0kqd4SjfQ/s1600-h/carideeantm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RpJH1XIUzFI/AAAAAAAAA20/vG0kqd4SjfQ/s320/carideeantm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085205911322283090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CariDee (Overall winner)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RpJH1XIUzGI/AAAAAAAAA28/VsTWqU3OOzc/s1600-h/melroseantm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RpJH1XIUzGI/AAAAAAAAA28/VsTWqU3OOzc/s320/melroseantm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085205911322283106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melrose. Lots of potential but a horrid attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RpJH1nIUzHI/AAAAAAAAA3E/JLxrXxKWFmo/s1600-h/michelleantm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RpJH1nIUzHI/AAAAAAAAA3E/JLxrXxKWFmo/s320/michelleantm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085205915617250418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda's twin, Michelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures from America's Next Top Model (Yes it's still my favvve show!), Cycle 7.&lt;br /&gt;When's the new cycle airing in Singapore? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-4109913069129661135?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/4109913069129661135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=4109913069129661135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/4109913069129661135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/4109913069129661135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/07/cool-beyond-words.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RpJH1HIUzEI/AAAAAAAAA2s/bCyhK0QfrOQ/s72-c/amandaantm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-68328325906926699</id><published>2007-07-09T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T05:04:37.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow Eugene Wong sure talks alot of crap on MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOTS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope he sees this. (Unlikely, though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay first and foremost, I seriously think that the Monday timetable is kinda suckish... What kind of mentally sound person will put Chem, Maths and Combined Humans together?! It's sheer torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't concentrate during Elective History and Chemistry and Math (surprise surprise). Chem was &lt;em&gt;SUCH&lt;/em&gt; a bore. Well it was never interesting in the first place, but this new teacher we've got is making everything worse... I wouldn't have been shocked to see half the class sleeping. Her jokes are not even cold jokes. Uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SK is a miracle. She can appear to daydream and doddle around in class, but her assignments are always in tip top condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Kowtows to SK)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literature later on was super funny. We went through &lt;i&gt;Daddy&lt;/i&gt; by Sylvia Plath again, and then Miss Rani confunded us all by announcing that we're supposed to write a poem for this year's National Day. How am I supposed to whip out that patriotic side of me and cough up a poem?! I'm not the &lt;u&gt;sit-by-the-window-while-it's-raining-and-write-poetry&lt;/u&gt; kind of girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself a new singing partner :D Her name is Chelsea and she sits in front of me during Lit and beside Huiling. I randomly sang some really ancient cheenapiang song in front of her during discussion and she could actually follow up (Gasps in horror). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Vera and Huiling were extremely grossed out to the core by my whole nail-biting thing. Hahaha you can't change my nature. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to JE library with Jamie, Yuqian and Huiling after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie and I kept taking stupid pictures. Yuqian and Huiling were staring at us like we were freaks. (True, quite true)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum kept calling to scream and scream and scream, so I had to return to Bedlam before my eardrums exploded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures here from MC, and I think Shannon's off to HK already. Shannon you good! Off on a holiday (and in the midst of school, I wonder why), and here I am, slogging my guts out trying to make sense of Properties of Circles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RpIhP3IUy_I/AAAAAAAAA2E/kG3khbwK4xc/s1600-h/DSC00234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RpIhP3IUy_I/AAAAAAAAA2E/kG3khbwK4xc/s320/DSC00234.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085163485635333106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;Zhiqi, Shannon, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RpIhQXIUzAI/AAAAAAAAA2M/lbZ7LdgayQY/s1600-h/DSC00235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RpIhQXIUzAI/AAAAAAAAA2M/lbZ7LdgayQY/s320/DSC00235.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085163494225267714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;S4L (TH) 7146!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faggots. I look massive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RpIhRHIUzBI/AAAAAAAAA2U/mUm1ezqF_pA/s1600-h/DSC00237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RpIhRHIUzBI/AAAAAAAAA2U/mUm1ezqF_pA/s320/DSC00237.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085163507110169618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In allllll directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RpIhRnIUzCI/AAAAAAAAA2c/ZS4lR2OJZMU/s1600-h/DSC00239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RpIhRnIUzCI/AAAAAAAAA2c/ZS4lR2OJZMU/s320/DSC00239.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085163515700104226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhiqi and I (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RpIhR3IUzDI/AAAAAAAAA2k/4F7iyCuKwDU/s1600-h/DSC00240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RpIhR3IUzDI/AAAAAAAAA2k/4F7iyCuKwDU/s320/DSC00240.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085163519995071538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Zhiqi, Shannon, Joachim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, alright, I'd bluetooth some pictures from my phone over next time... If I do it now it'd take 10 years or something, cos you know how laggish my TPC is when it comes to these kind of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need time. Give me some. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-68328325906926699?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/68328325906926699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=68328325906926699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/68328325906926699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/68328325906926699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/07/wow-eugene-wong-sure-talks-alot-of-crap.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RpIhP3IUy_I/AAAAAAAAA2E/kG3khbwK4xc/s72-c/DSC00234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-571471333432074865</id><published>2007-07-08T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T01:04:40.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="blue"&gt;Non-Twilight readers, kindly ignore this post and move to the previous ones.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the inconvenience caused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so Rosalie and Jasper are &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; twins.&lt;br /&gt;My bad, my bad :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice was changed by a worker (obviously already a vampire at that time) in the mental asylum she lived in when she saw that she could see the future (things were like that in the olden days). However, the vampire that changed Alice was killed by James later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in New Moon, Laurent claims that Edward killed James for biting Bella. Technically speaking he's wrong; Emmett and Jasper were the ones who took care of James, as described at the end of Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward's real name, the one he'd took in his human life, was &lt;strong&gt;Edward Anthony Masen&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Which means that his surname last time was Masen, then he added a Cullen behind after being transformed by Carlisle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care about Aro, Marcus and Caius. Old faggots. How do you pronounce Caius, by the way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how to pronounce Carlisle's name already. My dad says that my version is right. &lt;em&gt;Car-lie-serl&lt;/em&gt;. I love the name. And the guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esme's and Carlisle's love story is &lt;em&gt;sooooo&lt;/em&gt; touching! (Dreams) As follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In 1911, Esme broke her leg falling out of a tree she’d climbed.  Her family lived on a farm on the outskirts of Columbus.  The local doctor was away, and it was after dark by the time they got her to the small hospital in Columbus.  A Dr. Cullen treated her. It was his last month in town. She never got over the experience. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Esme was the last of her friends to marry. She was thinking of moving West to be a schoolteacher, but her father didn’t think it was respectable for a lady to live alone in the wilds.  The son of a family friend, a man with good prospects, wanted to marry her, and her father pressured her to accept.  She was indifferent towards Charles Evenson, but not opposed to him.  She married him in 1917 at the age of 22, and quickly found that this had been a bad decision. Charles’s public face was very different from his private face; he abused her.  Her parents counseled her to be a good wife and keep quiet.  When he was drafted to fight in WW1, it was a huge relief to her.  When he came back in 1919, it was terrifying. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Shortly after his return, Esme discovered she was pregnant. The pregnancy was Esme’s catalyst to escape. She couldn’t let a child be brought into that home. She ran away in 1920 to live with a second cousin in Milwaukee, and then moved further north when word of her whereabouts leaked to her parents.  She blended in easily, pretending to be one of the many war widows.  She taught school in a small community outside Ashland.  When her baby died in 1921 from a lung infection just a few days after he was born, she had nothing left.  She had no idea that Carlisle was working in the little hospital in Ashland when she jumped off the cliff outside the town.  Carlisle remembered her, of course, as the happy girl she had been at sixteen. He didn’t want her to die and so he saved her.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When she opened her eyes, in all that pain, &lt;u&gt;and saw the face that she’d never forgotten in a decade, she was relieved&lt;/u&gt;.  She was not really that upset to find out she was a vampire, but she didn’t take it as in stride as Emmett had.  Still, she was happy to be with the man/vampire of her dreams.  She did always have that maternal ache, and, as the physically oldest of the Cullen’s, she fell into a mothering role. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Still dreaming)&lt;br /&gt;(Stands in a corner)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosalie was changed by Carlisle, but the reason still remains behind the veils. Eclipse will explore more about Rosalie's transformation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward had green eyes when he was a human. He's currently (and will always be) 6 foot 2 inches (about 188 cm. Perfect!). He has bronze untidy hair is lanky, not bulky like Emmett, and has amazing boyish looks. He can read minds (duh). He has 2 cars, a Volvo (read previous few posts) and an Aston Martin V12 (no idea what's that, either. Will find pictures).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The uncivilised vampires, like James, Victoria and Laurent, are different in the way they move. Their walk is catlike, which means that they're more animalistic than the rest of the more civilised ones (like the Cullens).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAMES IS UGLY.&lt;br /&gt;Too &lt;s&gt;weak&lt;/s&gt; strong a word. He's more like, nondescript. Cos he was unattractive when he was a human, thus he only took up an "average" look when he became a vampire. Transforming into a vampire makes you look more beautiful, so that stamps a guarantee chop that James was ugly when he was a human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's dead already, anyway. Hurray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike-shmike Newton is an asshole. He's only attracted to Bella because of her attractiveness, which is actually, in reality, what most guys are carved out as (Screams with laughter) HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough ranting here :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-571471333432074865?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/571471333432074865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=571471333432074865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/571471333432074865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/571471333432074865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/07/non-twilight-readers-kindly-ignore-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-3449763458453163974</id><published>2007-07-07T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T22:30:58.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I BOUGHT IT&lt;br /&gt;I BOUGHT NEW MOON &lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elise is SO going to flip. Hahaha. By the way, I publicly would like to announce my immense gratitude towards &lt;strong&gt;WEI YANLING &lt;/strong&gt;for lending me her copy of New Moon :) I've did my best to keep it out of others' hands too. Thanks dear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay basically I was exhausted from Monday to Friday, but other than that usual bout of insomnia I experienced every night, I didn't show signs of dying whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The floodgate opened on 070707.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, Earth Day. Yesterday was the start of Earth Day. Happy Earth Day to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for chinese tuition and waited for Jemimah at Bugis MRT when we were already running late... Haha. I didn't feel like going for tuition anyway. And she arrived later than me! (Gasps) I'd never imagine in a million years that Jemimah will be, for once, later than me- considering my horrid reputation on the latecoming part during tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived there 20 minutes late and we still had to search for the classroom! I don't know why they changed classrooms all of a sudden. Jemimah was super funny; she kept going into wrong classrooms, and all the occupants stared at us everytime we intruded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally found the dreaded classroom later on, but we talked throughout most of the lesson and ate M&amp;Ms. Yesterday's tuition session was incredibly boring, as compared to last times'. Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Kino after tuition and read for an hour there before going to pc. When I was reading New Moon (though I had Yanling's copy in my bag. I know I'm weird), there was this guy standing a few paces away from me, looking seriously wary and suspicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because he was reading an erotic book. (Hoots with laughter)&lt;br /&gt;I knew that cos I picked up the book he had been reading after he left, and browsed through the summary. Something about prostitution and whorehouses. Well at least not sheer visual porn or whatever (Chortles).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aik Kai kept mussing with my hair in pc! Rawr. Then I saw my best friend #1 and #2 again. :) Seeing them both makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah okay then Huishan and Pris kept calling me punkster. (Grins)&lt;br /&gt;Cos I was wearing my hoodie and my hair was all ruffled thanks to Aik Kai!&lt;br /&gt;Huishan was Punkster 1 and I was Punkster 2. Huishan cut her hair in this totally cool way. :) Pris wants to cut hers too, but she's afraid of her dance teachers' reactions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That whole punkster thing was started by the unmerciful Jeremy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best friend #1 and I have telepathy. We make faces at each other to communicate -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was the end of yesterday. I'm going to continue reading New Moon and play that infantile Lemonade Game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to LemonadeGame.com. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-3449763458453163974?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/3449763458453163974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=3449763458453163974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/3449763458453163974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/3449763458453163974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-bought-it-i-bought-new-moon-elise-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-6539243679037855793</id><published>2007-07-06T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T22:52:21.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;Black&lt;/strong&gt; drag of depression&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The pain that had me now,&lt;br /&gt;Had me cold.&lt;br /&gt;Never had I expected the&lt;br /&gt;Odds to be so precariously&lt;br /&gt;Stacked against us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flitting across my already&lt;br /&gt;Brutally wounded subconscious&lt;br /&gt;Was the excruciatingly painful truth&lt;br /&gt;I had to face for&lt;br /&gt;All of eternity-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our paths always met at&lt;br /&gt;Various checkpoints;&lt;br /&gt;But thou's destinies,&lt;br /&gt;Never once intertwined.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh ok, haha. Comments please, on my tagboard- some words, other than &lt;em&gt;cheem&lt;/em&gt;. Cos this is not cheem!!!&lt;br /&gt;Read the poem,&lt;em&gt; Daddy&lt;/em&gt; by Sylvia Plath. That, I tell you, is literally mind-bogglingly cheem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so, Miss Rani was the one who threw us that cynically morbid poem at us last Lit, and cheem as I am (which is completely zilch), I didn't get the poem at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;AT ALL!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That wa so depressing at first, but after catching the expressions on Huiling's, Vera's, Chelsea's and Jemimah's faces, I knew I wasn't alone :D The whole poem sounded uncannily like Hitler, which was quite obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Miss Rani said there was more to just that. &lt;em&gt;Figurative&lt;/em&gt; expressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. Anyway, Here's the latest list compiled by me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite crazy, thanks to all that emo poems Miss Rani assigns us every Lit. But don't get me wrong; I love those sad, listless and strange poems that create third dimensions to the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since &lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="orange"&gt;Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt; is out this July 14 (Cheryl!!! Where are you!!!), I shall contribute something about my childhood fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Ro8hQHIUywI/AAAAAAAAA0M/9K-7KntsKt8/s1600-h/hpootp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Ro8hQHIUywI/AAAAAAAAA0M/9K-7KntsKt8/s320/hpootp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084319065000168194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amanda's list of the top 10 favourite Harry Potter characters&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Sirius Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Ro8hQXIUyxI/AAAAAAAAA0U/rtm__PK50Vw/s1600-h/408451834_df7596d30b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Ro8hQXIUyxI/AAAAAAAAA0U/rtm__PK50Vw/s320/408451834_df7596d30b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084319069295135506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Is the Coolest. Coolest with a capital C! Yay. Though he looks like he hasn't bathed in 12 years (which probably is the truth). But JK Rowling killed him off in OoTP, which is unbelievably irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Remus Lupin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Ro8hQnIUyyI/AAAAAAAAA0c/lvd4gOubAtI/s1600-h/lupin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Ro8hQnIUyyI/AAAAAAAAA0c/lvd4gOubAtI/s320/lupin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084319073590102818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him and Nymphadora Tonks= Super cute couple!&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm too old, too poor and too dangerous"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at least he has better manners that &lt;em&gt;THE OTHER KIND&lt;/em&gt; of werewolf. The version in Twlight, named Jacob Black. (Winks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Dumbledore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Ro8kxHIUy1I/AAAAAAAAA00/9I5_KK7IJmA/s1600-h/dumbledore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Ro8kxHIUy1I/AAAAAAAAA00/9I5_KK7IJmA/s320/dumbledore.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084322930470734674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suave old man, hahaha. But he died in HBP. Another irritating thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Ronald Weasley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Ro8hQnIUyzI/AAAAAAAAA0k/5ZDTv9R9X6A/s1600-h/ronaldweasley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Ro8hQnIUyzI/AAAAAAAAA0k/5ZDTv9R9X6A/s320/ronaldweasley.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084319073590102834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I totally love his whole sense of humour, and the fact that he tries so hard to pursue Hermione. The Yule Ball in GOF left me laughing like nuts; his &lt;em&gt;dress&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. where's the fashion police?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Fred and George Weasley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Ro8hQ3IUy0I/AAAAAAAAA0s/hLFTXsg2V18/s1600-h/FGweasley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Ro8hQ3IUy0I/AAAAAAAAA0s/hLFTXsg2V18/s320/FGweasley.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084319077885070146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And their whole sense of humour thing, too. But I swear they look like girls in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Hermione Granger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Ro8kxXIUy2I/AAAAAAAAA08/SZf2zxJj3l8/s1600-h/hermionegranger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Ro8kxXIUy2I/AAAAAAAAA08/SZf2zxJj3l8/s320/hermionegranger.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084322934765701986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Ro8kxXIUy3I/AAAAAAAAA1E/VH8yfdqoWZw/s1600-h/emmawatson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Ro8kxXIUy3I/AAAAAAAAA1E/VH8yfdqoWZw/s320/emmawatson.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084322934765702002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, Emma Watson is superrrrr pretty! She's growing prettier as she is growing older, unlike Daniel Radcliffe. Somehow I don't like how Harry is turning out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Harry Potter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Ro8mfXIUy7I/AAAAAAAAA1k/jDvLJwCjA8g/s1600-h/harrypotterposter3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Ro8mfXIUy7I/AAAAAAAAA1k/jDvLJwCjA8g/s320/harrypotterposter3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084324824551312306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak of the devil.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Radcliffe, by the way, is going nude in some new show of his (Not Harry Potter. Thank goodness)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Cedric Diggory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Ro8kxnIUy4I/AAAAAAAAA1M/cswm0_gSYhw/s1600-h/cedric.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Ro8kxnIUy4I/AAAAAAAAA1M/cswm0_gSYhw/s320/cedric.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084322939060669314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found another Edward face. Well he's got the gentle Edward Cullen Look I'm searching for, but James Franco is still the best. This one comes in second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still vividly recall watching GOF in the Omnitheatre with my parents and paternal-side cousins about a year or so ago. My mum fell asleep cos it was too damn hard to watch, sitting in the first row, with the screen, like, above your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was friggin' irritating, and I could see Daniel Radfcliffe's pores up close. Went all dizzy, of course. However, before I had the time to tell my cousin Cedric Diggory was handsome, AVADA KEDAVRA byebye Cedric Diggory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au Lang Syne. Pffft.&lt;br /&gt;(Sighs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Rubeus Hagrid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Ro8mfXIUy6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/d1MY5kVZHF0/s1600-h/hagrid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Ro8mfXIUy6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/d1MY5kVZHF0/s320/hagrid.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084324824551312290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big and hairy and full of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Bill Weasley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Ro8kxnIUy5I/AAAAAAAAA1U/b_rz5vAHKis/s1600-h/billweasley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Ro8kxnIUy5I/AAAAAAAAA1U/b_rz5vAHKis/s320/billweasley.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084322939060669330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, really, if this IS really Bill Weasley- I just googled "Bill Weasley"&lt;br /&gt;and this picture popped out first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dude looks pretty good to me, and if you notice, he's wearing the Gringotts' uniform. Damn cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dumbledore's Army&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Ro8mfnIUy8I/AAAAAAAAA1s/eSilpJihSfw/s1600-h/DA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Ro8mfnIUy8I/AAAAAAAAA1s/eSilpJihSfw/s320/DA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084324828846279618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Ro8mfnIUy9I/AAAAAAAAA10/yhVnRDBdiMM/s1600-h/harrypotterposter5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Ro8mfnIUy9I/AAAAAAAAA10/yhVnRDBdiMM/s320/harrypotterposter5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084324828846279634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginny Weasley's poster looks kind of like, the coolest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Ro8mf3IUy-I/AAAAAAAAA18/69O-pMdYe3E/s1600-h/harrypotterposter2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Ro8mf3IUy-I/AAAAAAAAA18/69O-pMdYe3E/s320/harrypotterposter2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084324833141246946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another version of Harry Potter OoTP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of Harry Potter. I'm awaiting it, to watch it with my own eyes.&lt;br /&gt;NOT AT THE OMNITHEATRE.&lt;br /&gt;The Omnitheatre sucks. I hope I'd be setting off somewhere more normal with Cheryl and Darryl and my aunt and uncle, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure Harry Potter will be a much better show than the last show I watched with them (POTC 3); plainly because 1) We know what's going to happen and 2) I doubt the director will spring something stupid on us, like Harry getting hit by some new spell and can only come back to Hogwarts to meet everyone every 10 years or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the weekend. Byeeeeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-6539243679037855793?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/6539243679037855793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=6539243679037855793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/6539243679037855793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/6539243679037855793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/07/black-drag-of-depression-pain-that-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Ro8hQHIUywI/AAAAAAAAA0M/9K-7KntsKt8/s72-c/hpootp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-3217353972048518891</id><published>2007-07-05T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T06:06:03.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Uh yeah I'd probably plan not to sleep tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all that Bio project stuff coming about... It's really, really, REALLY a hassle when you don't have a creative brain nor a coloured printer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so. Um today school was horrible, then was forced to dance the macarena at 1pm for the Summer Camp. Skipped the last half hour for math remedial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff happening in my life is sooooo exciting, gosh, I can't get enough of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna post something I heard somewhere. To be truthful, sometimes you hear these kind of things in life, at random moments when you're out with some nitpicky and weird people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember if I&lt;em&gt; have &lt;/em&gt;been out with these sort of people, but such stuff &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; happen.&lt;br /&gt;Let's say for example...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boyfriend and his girlfriend is making plans for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;(Not that I've had a boyfriend or whatever.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;B: Eh dear, where should we go and eat?&lt;br /&gt;G: &lt;strong&gt;Anything lor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: How about barbeque? Seoul Garden, that one...&lt;br /&gt;G: Eee, later I get sweaty, so much fire.&lt;br /&gt;B: Then... Korean food?&lt;br /&gt;G: I thought we eat that already last week! Don't want!&lt;br /&gt;B: Ah, then how about Chinese cuisine?&lt;br /&gt;G: So boring! No, I don't want!&lt;br /&gt;B: Go to lau pa sat? There alot of things to choose from.&lt;br /&gt;G: Eeyerh, there so dirty, so &lt;font color="green"&gt;no crass&lt;/font&gt; one.&lt;br /&gt;B: Then where do you suggest?&lt;br /&gt;G: Er...&lt;strong&gt;Anything lor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'd be able to snatch some sleep tonight if I stop here- Perhaps an hour or two... Depends on how fast I'd be able to work. Wish me good luck dears &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay my blog is like a man. &lt;u&gt;Temperamental&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;Unpredictable&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-3217353972048518891?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/3217353972048518891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=3217353972048518891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/3217353972048518891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/3217353972048518891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/07/uh-yeah-id-probably-plan-not-to-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-3654111983499002281</id><published>2007-07-02T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T08:21:45.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Strumming my pain with his fingers,&lt;br /&gt;Singing my life with his words.&lt;br /&gt;Killing me softly with his song,&lt;br /&gt;Killing me softly,&lt;br /&gt;With his song.&lt;br /&gt;Telling my whole life,&lt;br /&gt;With his words-&lt;br /&gt;Killing me softly,&lt;br /&gt;With his song.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a truly beautiful song.&lt;br /&gt;Someone send me that on MSN, thankssssss.&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I'm going to update here, in case my wireless decides to go against me again within the next few days. You won't be expecting pictures here next time round. Go look at the James Franco ones. For the girls, scream. For the guys, go Brokeback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent Youth Day today in my mum's office, then went off to Vivo together to shop. We sang oldies in her office, hahaha. Uh and my mum amazed me by telling me how much she likes Angela Zhang's songs (and even singing several phrases for me to identify). Teached her how to use imeem too, to locate songs online. Now she won't be bugging me as much. Hooray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shopping at Vivo was very tiring! Wow but there were many shops on sale despite the whole &lt;strong&gt;GST-increase-by-2%&lt;/strong&gt; thing, which started yesterday. Thankfully I got Twilight before the GST increment. Phew. But New Moon and Eclipse are going to cost me a bomb, so I guess I'm going to have to save up alot before I can get them (Sighs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate at White Dog's Cafe first, and had this totally huge lunch set which left me with indigestion. Sat in the loo for almost half an hour before staggering out to meet a grumpy mum. Then we went off to SHOP :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shopping &lt;/em&gt;is in every girl's genes. Don't ask, lad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to paw through some good clothes at Nichii and Zara, yay! Got tank tops and knitwear at that 2 shops respectively at really good prices. I've been getting lots of black/grey/navy clothes, goodness. No wonder my mum insists on picking out stuff for me. Not that her taste isn't good- it is, actually, quite excellent indeed. She was the one who convinced me to get Levi's jeans cos they were hardier than most brands- but she likes the pastels and I like the dark shades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elise, by the way, asked me some questions on MSN just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="green"&gt;Elise: What'd be your ideal bf's height next time?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Depends on where I stop. Currently, my expectations are something like 178cm, but everybody knows that these kind of guys are more or less extinct already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="green"&gt;Elise: What car do you want to get next time?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: If I have the means, &lt;em&gt;of course&lt;/em&gt; a stylish &lt;strong&gt;Mini Cooper&lt;/strong&gt;. They're just, so, adorable. But a &lt;strong&gt;Lamborghini&lt;/strong&gt; is kind of out of the question, since the only places you can ever speed at are the PIE. And 2 minutes into speeding, you get thwumped by the traffic police.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardly sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RokWanIUysI/AAAAAAAAAzs/PcASvoiCDes/s1600-h/minicooperblack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RokWanIUysI/AAAAAAAAAzs/PcASvoiCDes/s320/minicooperblack.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082618300900625090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the darling, it's so cute!!!&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of a toy car. Vroom, vroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RokWa3IUytI/AAAAAAAAAz0/KgwJ6VhxuTI/s1600-h/Lamborghini1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RokWa3IUytI/AAAAAAAAAz0/KgwJ6VhxuTI/s320/Lamborghini1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082618305195592402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEXY. So, so HOT!&lt;br /&gt;It's just like the kind of car Edward will love, since he's such a fan of speeding.&lt;br /&gt;But his car's just a shiny silver Volvo, which sounds unusually boring to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RokWa3IUyuI/AAAAAAAAAz8/086LMTLVleU/s1600-h/hamann-lamborghini-gallardo-793118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RokWa3IUyuI/AAAAAAAAAz8/086LMTLVleU/s320/hamann-lamborghini-gallardo-793118.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082618305195592418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, this one totally looks like Batman's car! (Leaps around)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it can &lt;em&gt;fly.&lt;/em&gt; Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RokXW3IUyvI/AAAAAAAAA0E/kkr4vKx2k7M/s1600-h/Volvo-C30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RokXW3IUyvI/AAAAAAAAA0E/kkr4vKx2k7M/s320/Volvo-C30.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082619335987743474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward's car.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, its just something like that. A silver Volvo. A C30... maybe I've been stereotyping silver Volvos all these while. I didn't know silver Volvos can look this good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's just Edward Cullen. Hah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not got enough of the car talk, so I'm bumming off to search for more nice-looking, fast and cultured cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES I'M A GIRL WHO &lt;font size="1"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/font&gt; PRETTY CARS! Heehahoheh. No kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles. Thanks for reading, visitor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-3654111983499002281?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/3654111983499002281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=3654111983499002281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/3654111983499002281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/3654111983499002281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/07/strumming-my-pain-with-his-fingers.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RokWanIUysI/AAAAAAAAAzs/PcASvoiCDes/s72-c/minicooperblack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-1342933896894570251</id><published>2007-07-01T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T09:17:29.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2nd post today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;QoTD&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Afraid of a needle," he muttered to himself under his breath, shaking his head. "Oh, a sadistic vampire, intent on torturing her to death, sure, no problem, she runs off to meet him. An IV, on the other hand..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Edward Cullen, Twilight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="green"&gt;I WILL NEVER GET SICK OF DOING QUIZZES (:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Name something that made you smile today.&lt;br /&gt;My new book, Twilight :D Edwarddddd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) What were you doing at 11:00 this morning?&lt;br /&gt;In PC, chanting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) What were you doing 30 minutes ago?&lt;br /&gt;Limping to the fridge and drinking milk straight out of the bottle (oops)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) What is something you will never forget?&lt;br /&gt;My past? Bits and pieces, I think. Nostalgia will bring them back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) What is the last thing you said aloud?&lt;br /&gt;"Eh mummy, tomorrow is a holiday."&lt;br /&gt;"You create one ah? Don't bluff me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) How many different things did you drink today?&lt;br /&gt;Uh, iced water and... ice milo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) What color is your hairbrush?&lt;br /&gt;I don't have one. *Smirks* Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) What was the last thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;A chocolate ice cream from Macs, which I shared with my dad.&lt;br /&gt;Before this? Twilight! &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) What was the last gift you bought?&lt;br /&gt;Umm, um, um. Not good at remembering such stuff. Uhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) What color is your front door?&lt;br /&gt;My house's front door? Dark brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.) Where do you keep your change?&lt;br /&gt;In my wallet or in my pocket, but mostly I leave it lying around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.) What was the weather like today?&lt;br /&gt;Bearable. Not too much sun, which was excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.) What is the best ice cream flavor?&lt;br /&gt;Generally it's Cookies and Cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.) What are you excited about?&lt;br /&gt;ECLIPSE AND HARRY POTTER AND THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.) Are you very random?&lt;br /&gt;Very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.) Do you want to cut your hair?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes and YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.) What would you do if you got pregnant?&lt;br /&gt;Scream, and contemplate suicide. Well I don't think I'd be so stupid, will I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.) Do you talk a lot?&lt;br /&gt;To a certain extent. Depends on my mood, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.) Do you watch The O. C.?&lt;br /&gt;Nah. Not interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.) Does your screen name have an “^”in it?&lt;br /&gt;Infantile. There's not a need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.) Do you know anyone named Steven?&lt;br /&gt;Steven... Uh you mean that guy who stripped to his yellow underwear on the Singapore Idol auditions?! Ew, ew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and d'you know, that Steven guy once approached my mum and I to offer a $10 eyebrow plucking service (to my mum). My mum and I ran away screaming and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.) Do you make up your own words?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. &lt;strong&gt;WOWAZONKIEMAMA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.) Are you ticklish?&lt;br /&gt;A little, sometimes. Sometimes I don't pay attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.) Are you typically a jealous person?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Jealousy is a typical emotion in people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.) Name a friend whose name starts with the letter “J”?&lt;br /&gt;Jeraldine, Jemimah, Jeremy, Jos, Judith(s), Jasmin, Jamie, Justin, Jonathan, Joachim. Uh sorry that's more than one, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.) Who’s the 1st person on your received calls list?&lt;br /&gt;*Checks* Ivy jie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.) Who was the last person to text message you?&lt;br /&gt;Kaiying, Lipo love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.) Do You Chew On Straws?&lt;br /&gt;Used to. I used to chew on them till they actually splinter. Quite remarkable. But now no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.) Do you have curly hair?&lt;br /&gt;It gets a bit wavy and haywire at the ends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.) What is the next concert you’re going to?&lt;br /&gt;Not too sure, no plans yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.) Who has been the biggest disappointment to you recently?&lt;br /&gt;My parents. MY SENTIMENTS, YIHUA.&lt;br /&gt;And JK Rowling, for making so many nice characters die.&lt;br /&gt;And Jacob Black, cos from what I see, he's getting in between Edward&amp;hearts; and Bella. Pfffffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.) How many times have you sworn today?&lt;br /&gt;Zilch. Yesterday about five times, though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33.) What is something you say a lot?&lt;br /&gt;"Really ah?" or "Shh, I'm sweeping the floor"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.) What is the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;Blueberry muffins. Baked 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.) Have you seen the movie “DonnieDarko”?&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, omg, is it the one with the Jake Gyllenhaal thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36.) Do you have work tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't have a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37.) Is marriage in your future?&lt;br /&gt;Sure thang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.) When was the last time you said “I love you”?&lt;br /&gt;I was reciting Edward's line when I showed that part to Shannon, once more proclaiming how romantic Edward is. Edward! Edward! Edward!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's try the mush talk here. "Your heart and mine are interwined, and we shall beat as one! You're the fiery passion of my girlhood and my loins (R21, R21) and the protagonist of my life! (Kiss)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39.) What should you be doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Homework, what else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40.) Do you have a nickname?&lt;br /&gt;Not really, though I don't know why Eugene Lee still calls me Ah-ma, which is so outdated. So Sec One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41.) Are you a heavy sleeper?&lt;br /&gt;Very. I can sleep through a storm most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42.) When was the last time you used a skateboard?&lt;br /&gt;Quite a while ago and I can't remember whose. Was just mussing around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43.) What is the best movie you’ve seen in the past two weeks?&lt;br /&gt;Past two weeks? Pirates 3? Okay no it's not fantastic, considering the extremely antagonizing ending. Lose/lose situation. Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44.) Are you currently crushing?&lt;br /&gt;Crushing what? A beetle under my foot?&lt;br /&gt;Or do you mean someone I have feelings for. Does Edward Cullen and James Franco count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45.) When was the last time you did the dishes, be honest?&lt;br /&gt;A week back. Hah. I washed a LOT of dishes, okay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46.) Are you currently depressed?&lt;br /&gt;Not really, maybe, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love Levi's jeans; it's such an ostentatious brand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random. Sorry. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures! All sorts. &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't uploaded the ones in my phone. Sorry! Please give me some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RofIaHIUySI/AAAAAAAAAwc/Rs3ooInLK6U/s1600-h/jamesfranco2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RofIaHIUySI/AAAAAAAAAwc/Rs3ooInLK6U/s320/jamesfranco2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082251055427012898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Franco.&lt;br /&gt;HE ALREADY LOOKS LIKE EDWARD CULLEN.&lt;br /&gt;To me, yes. Maybe not to you. *Shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;And with this bronze coloured hair!!! (Edward's hair is bronze, too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RofIaXIUyUI/AAAAAAAAAws/WlryuXWyJpE/s1600-h/jamesfranco3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RofIaXIUyUI/AAAAAAAAAws/WlryuXWyJpE/s320/jamesfranco3.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082251059721980226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An avatar. He's got a nice bone structure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RofIanIUyVI/AAAAAAAAAw0/-w7KtgSIkGI/s1600-h/jamesfranco4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RofIanIUyVI/AAAAAAAAAw0/-w7KtgSIkGI/s320/jamesfranco4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082251064016947538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Franco can totally pull off that "unfair smoldering eyes thing", I swear.&lt;br /&gt;Full force if he puts on golden contacts. PHWOAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RofIanIUyWI/AAAAAAAAAw8/r6JstylyQys/s1600-h/jasperhale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RofIanIUyWI/AAAAAAAAAw8/r6JstylyQys/s320/jasperhale.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082251064016947554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is supposed to be Jasper Hale? Uh...&lt;br /&gt;Kind of turned me off there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RofOM3IUyYI/AAAAAAAAAxM/-LqPmeVBr44/s1600-h/sky+high+05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RofOM3IUyYI/AAAAAAAAAxM/-LqPmeVBr44/s320/sky+high+05.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082257424863512962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dude is supposed to be Jacob Black! Steven Strait. Yeah he was in Sky High, starring as that cool guy who could throw fire or something. I wanna rewatch Sky High! Besides, he looks perfect for the kind of "I love you Bella but unfortunately I'm not your right kind of monster" look. The pleading, earnest, please-accept-me-and-not-Edward look. Right now I have the accept-Edward-if-you're-in-the-right-mind look. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like Steven Strait much, by the way- James Franco is way hotter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RofOM3IUyZI/AAAAAAAAAxU/wVEcqE6n6dc/s1600-h/troy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RofOM3IUyZI/AAAAAAAAAxU/wVEcqE6n6dc/s320/troy2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082257424863512978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly found a picture of Orlando in Troy!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Troy. Brad Pitt, Orlando Bloom, Eric Bana. What's there not to watch?&lt;br /&gt;My favourite character in Troy, however, is of course not Paris. &lt;strong&gt;HECTOR!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RofONHIUyaI/AAAAAAAAAxc/WEWmdzS8m8A/s1600-h/...i+said+hairs!....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RofONHIUyaI/AAAAAAAAAxc/WEWmdzS8m8A/s320/...i+said+hairs!....jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082257429158480290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter spoofs and wrongnesses.&lt;br /&gt;Enlarge to view full-size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RofONHIUybI/AAAAAAAAAxk/drQYW35LNRk/s1600-h/azkaman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RofONHIUybI/AAAAAAAAAxk/drQYW35LNRk/s320/azkaman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082257429158480306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AZKAMAN. My favourite Sirius Black!&lt;br /&gt;Well at least he's better than that Doc Oct, who's got a revolting pot belly. Sirius Black is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RofONXIUycI/AAAAAAAAAxs/NcTt1GehUGM/s1600-h/dobby_gollum.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RofONXIUycI/AAAAAAAAAxs/NcTt1GehUGM/s320/dobby_gollum.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082257433453447618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong movie.&lt;br /&gt;No ring here, only wands. Shoo, Dobby. Oh I mean Gollum.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha my mum's favourite character in Lord of the Rings is Gollum. Mine is Legolas, followed closely by Aragorn, then Sam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RofPWnIUydI/AAAAAAAAAx0/29-_C6tFri0/s1600-h/fawkes+ate+an+engorgement+charm..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RofPWnIUydI/AAAAAAAAAx0/29-_C6tFri0/s320/fawkes+ate+an+engorgement+charm..jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082258691878865362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things get out of hand when you eat the wrong things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Engorgio!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RofPW3IUyeI/AAAAAAAAAx8/U-8I6dbx6CQ/s1600-h/godzilla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RofPW3IUyeI/AAAAAAAAAx8/U-8I6dbx6CQ/s320/godzilla.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082258696173832674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See any differences?&lt;br /&gt;There's a big, big dinosaur. Aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RofPW3IUyfI/AAAAAAAAAyE/S_8FqSKO7_4/s1600-h/if+fawkes+didn%27t+arrive+on+time...jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RofPW3IUyfI/AAAAAAAAAyE/S_8FqSKO7_4/s320/if+fawkes+didn%27t+arrive+on+time...jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082258696173832690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RofPXHIUygI/AAAAAAAAAyM/7x3KFyz48nE/s1600-h/johnnyenglish_harry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RofPXHIUygI/AAAAAAAAAyM/7x3KFyz48nE/s320/johnnyenglish_harry.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082258700468800002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny English!&amp;hearts; Okay go watch that show. As in, the real one, with Rowan Atkinson in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RofPXHIUyhI/AAAAAAAAAyU/IFFTAwozT28/s1600-h/lotr+mix+%3B).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RofPXHIUyhI/AAAAAAAAAyU/IFFTAwozT28/s320/lotr+mix+%3B).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082258700468800018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wise wizards community, huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RofQiHIUyiI/AAAAAAAAAyc/WqFD-Uhy-cQ/s1600-h/lotr%2Bharrypotter.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RofQiHIUyiI/AAAAAAAAAyc/WqFD-Uhy-cQ/s320/lotr%2Bharrypotter.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082259988958988834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFLMAO Box Office Confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RofQiXIUyjI/AAAAAAAAAyk/CDP8m4E9I3g/s1600-h/matrix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RofQiXIUyjI/AAAAAAAAAyk/CDP8m4E9I3g/s320/matrix.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082259993253956146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duelling Is Dangerous Because You Can Conjure Up Flying Matrix People By Mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RofQiXIUykI/AAAAAAAAAys/zUKby3N9Eoc/s1600-h/moldyshorts.+lame...jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RofQiXIUykI/AAAAAAAAAys/zUKby3N9Eoc/s320/moldyshorts.+lame...jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082259993253956162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can't spell his name. Poor boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RofQiXIUylI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VzuWSODl_ts/s1600-h/oops..wrong+movie..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RofQiXIUylI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VzuWSODl_ts/s320/oops..wrong+movie..jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082259993253956178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhh wrong movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RofQinIUymI/AAAAAAAAAy8/HxPQ6r6D-7M/s1600-h/scorpionsnape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RofQinIUymI/AAAAAAAAAy8/HxPQ6r6D-7M/s320/scorpionsnape.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082259997548923490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha this one made me laugh my guts out. Good luck Snapeee!&amp;hearts; You have a visitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RofRpnIUynI/AAAAAAAAAzE/D0QNxMZVHEQ/s1600-h/Sing+For+Me!~.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RofRpnIUynI/AAAAAAAAAzE/D0QNxMZVHEQ/s320/Sing+For+Me!~.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082261217319635570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They even included Phantom of the Opera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RofRpnIUyoI/AAAAAAAAAzM/XU38a7AT650/s1600-h/starwars2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RofRpnIUyoI/AAAAAAAAAzM/XU38a7AT650/s320/starwars2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082261217319635586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the Star Wars ones the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RofRp3IUypI/AAAAAAAAAzU/320AJFQy81c/s1600-h/starwars+%3B).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RofRp3IUypI/AAAAAAAAAzU/320AJFQy81c/s320/starwars+%3B).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082261221614602898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIGHTSABRES!&lt;font size="1"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/font&gt; Professor Flitwick's been sacked and Yoda's taken over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the force be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RofRp3IUyqI/AAAAAAAAAzc/fH7yzOLATRc/s1600-h/the+ford+anglia+needed+repairs..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RofRp3IUyqI/AAAAAAAAAzc/fH7yzOLATRc/s320/the+ford+anglia+needed+repairs..jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082261221614602914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My definition of ostentatious, don't you think? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RofRp3IUyrI/AAAAAAAAAzk/upf2lCraP-o/s1600-h/yodadobby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RofRp3IUyrI/AAAAAAAAAzk/upf2lCraP-o/s320/yodadobby.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082261221614602930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's been a slight misunderstanding here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough for today. Hope you enjoyed the 1 July posts. :D and I repeat myself once more:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;TAG, FOR GOODNESS SAKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL NOT BITE YOU.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-1342933896894570251?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/1342933896894570251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=1342933896894570251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/1342933896894570251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/1342933896894570251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/07/qotd-afraid-of-needle-he-muttered-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RofIaHIUySI/AAAAAAAAAwc/Rs3ooInLK6U/s72-c/jamesfranco2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-7145192580202474197</id><published>2007-07-01T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T08:48:21.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I sincerely apologize for the dead blog.&lt;br /&gt;But really, thou is antagonized by the bloody wireless. That explains it all on my lack of online activity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can blame Timotheus too, because he attempted to kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some stuff have happened over this new week. Eventful or not, you name it, I've got it. Like that fiasco in class regarding the latecoming and attire checks. That wasn't really our fault either- I'm sure 312 felt somewhat subjugated by the teachers' unruly harsh actions. Both parties have their own side of their stories, I must say. Though I'm part of 312, I'm standing somewhere &lt;i&gt;out&lt;/i&gt; of the ring. I can't offer my opinions or objections about most of the parts, so I guess I'd just let it drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for an MC session yesterday (which meant pangseh-ing Jemimah for chinese tuiton. Sorry dear!). When I first entered the door I seriously considered turning around and exiting again, cos the sight of Shannon jumping about (imagine: electric chair) was quite freakish. The precise reason WHY he was frolicking around like a lamb? HE READ TWILIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, seriously. That's the precise effect Twilight has on relatively right-minded people. Not that Shannon is 100% right-minded, anyway. He was extremely psyched about the whole Edward Cullen thing, and he kept re-enforcing his &lt;b&gt;I LOVE EDWARD CULLEN&lt;/b&gt; (like who doesn't) point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to speak, Shannon has kind of gone all Brokeback for Edward Cullen?&lt;br /&gt;Not in a million years, dude, he has Bella. HEA is what we're aiming for! (HEA: Happily Ever After) A &lt;strong&gt;WIN/WIN&lt;/strong&gt; situation. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we began talking about the book, and Vivien was quite interested in it. I managed to spoil some parts for an extremely infuriated Shannon. Why, doesn't he know about my reputation? My remarkable professional plot-ending spoiler. Sometimes I can speak to you casually, and when you're least expecting it, I can suddenly accidentally-on-purpose &lt;i&gt;slip&lt;/i&gt; that Edward proposed to Bella at the end of New Moon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, I did it again! HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I swear I can imagine Shannon streaming profanities now *Smirks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohoh my mum is watching some form of puerile garbage outside. Some stupid host show filled with lousy slapdash performances by star-wannabe kids. I can just stare at her, literally slack-jawed, cos Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban is screening on Channel 5. And she can sit around watching and listening to disgusting, bile-inducing bawling by those horrid performers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways (sorry about the sidetracking), I managed to get Twilight at Kino, Taka. It was the last on the shelf already, so I flew forwards to grab it before anyone else comandeered the book of my (non-existent) life. It only cost me $10.50, by the way- $4.40 less than what Yihua paid for initially. Wow. It was the last day of sales already, so I guess I was just in time. No regrets risking my neck sneaking out to get Twilight after MC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Returned home with a grumpy mum and mumbling dad and tired maid (they had been in Ikea, doing some domestic shopping). Stuff got out of hand when I got home. I accidentally hit my second-smallest toe on the METAL part of the leg of my couch at home. I tell you, the pain was horrible. Not horrible. More like Agonizing with a capital A. Before I knew it I was yowling, but my dad resumed his space in front of the computer that's permanently glued to him. My mum looked up from her Jacky Wu variety show and told me to keep quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love, much LOVE! Now the poor toe is really swollen. I'm having a whale of a time walking now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I was rudely awakened by my mum who screamed in my ear to get me to wake up (nice starting your day like this, huh). I'd been re-reading Twilight for the sixteenth time running, so I stayed up till about two in the morning to read everything from scratch. Went to PC with a grumpy mum and mumbling dad again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the chanting, I saw my best friend #1 again! Okay, fair enough, I got to see him on Friday. But I didn't really get to talk to him whatsoever at that time. Found out his latest life updates, which meant the life of a passionate electric guitarist-keyboardist-bass guitarist- harmonica player- drummer- grand pianist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm flaunting my best friend again. Rain!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sorry.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's been a good boy, mugging for his Os. He's confined his guitar to his school, so I think that'd put him off the distractions for the time being. I know how hard it can get. Something like taking Twilight away from me for a day. It's bearable but agitating at the same time. Hope Wei Hong makes it good out of the Big Os. Full force ahead, bestie. Bestie is behind you, ahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said bye bye to him by instinctively and unthinkingly smacking his hand as he put it up to wave me goodbye. Where's my best friend #2?!?!?! Priscillaaaaaa! *Grumbles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see best friend #3 often in school (Yi-xin). So that's fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back with my dad on the train after the chanting session. I was amazed at how we could make conversation from the coffeeshop to the train, from the train to JE station and the library, and back at home we were still talking. About what? Range's from the new Seven Wonders to good books and plots and actors, movies etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm surprised my dad knows what Death Note and Ashton Kutcher and Wu Zun are, despite the fact that he keeps getting it all wrong- he thought Light was the good guy and L was the bad. But never mind, right? Probably I'd been stereotyping him all this while- I often thought his era was more of Hardy Boys who said stuff like, "Truly spiffing." and "Tophole!", or most likely, the BeeGees. (The BeeGees really rock, by the way. I absolutely adore their songs.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attempted reading Jane Eyre but fell asleep instead. Woke up half an hour later and started on Meg Cabot's sequel to All American Girl; All American Girl: Ready or Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished it in the bathroom, cos I sat on the seat of the toilet for an hour or so.&lt;br /&gt;Was yakked at by my maid, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, soaking up the light from my computer screen... And anticipating Eclipse, as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got an idea. I shall start compiling lists. Let's start with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt; 10 things I think you don't know about me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know, good for you. If you don't, now you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I hate the sun. Alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just don't know why. I don't glitter in the sun or whatever, but the heat just makes me really uncomfortable. Explains my pasty skin now, right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I crack my knuckles at an average of about 5 times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bad habit, I know, I know. Stop nagging. You can't kick habits sometimes, and nagging will make you old before your time. Hahaha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I type fast most of the time, but I don't go according to the manners really fast typers usually place their fingers on the keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No kidding. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I'm going to cut my hair even shorter than what it is now, when my hair starts to grow over the collar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Holy cow, yes, stop screaming. I'm not going to cut it myself- I'm just going to convince the hairdresser to resume the concave thing, but shave the back for me. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I've never had long nails before. Long means that the white parts being 0.1cm long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Avid nail-biter, see, and I can't kick this habit either. What's so wrong about nail biting, anyway? It won't kill, will it? Rhetorical question.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I think it's a privilege to sleep with air-con.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fair enough, I live on the 23rd floor so there's often some random cool breeze blowing through at night. Sometimes. But it often gets so swelteringly hot I have wake up to turn on the fan to the max. Try having to bear with excessive dreaming (more like nightmares actually) every night, then waking up drenched in sweat. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) My favourite brand of ice cream is Ben and Jerry's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Really. Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough and Chocolate Fudge Brownie who can say no to them? I've yet to try Phish Food too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I'm not highly anticipating the last book of Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because Sirius Black, for goodness sake, is dead. My favourite character! How can he die!? And besides, I've only read Half Blood Prince twice, though I bought the book. After reading it for the 2nd time I got seriously sick about the whole Dumbledore-is-dead thing, so I quickly chucked it to Kennedy, who wanted to read it at that time. I bet he was disgusted at Dumbledore and Sirius Black's deaths, too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I own lots of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Um, 2 Converse hightops (blue ripped denim and the beige John Lennon limited edition thingy- I really want to trade that for a black pair, like the one Zhi Qi has. The beige one, I mean, not the blue one.), a pair of self-painted Mary Janes, a pair of cow skater shoes, my NDP painted sneakers, 2 pairs of slippers, a cover-toe black high heels for formal occasions )which I rarely wear), my Adidas Superstars, and not to mention my school shoes. I think I still have more, but I spend most of my time in my blue Converse, casual slippers and school shoes. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) My favourite names for girls are A.J, Calypso (nothing to do with POTC, really. Got it in a book last time), Elise (Elise is gloating). Guys are Carlisle, Edward, Jasper and Rocky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edward not because of Edward Cullen! I like old names sometimes, they sound really good. Uh and Jasper was a long-time favourite name.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Okay, I know this is an extra. But one of my favourite books is the dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like, duh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Writing is a means of catharsis for me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah that's what I'm doing now, right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall end here. It's been an incredibly long post, and I'm sure you guys are kinda sick of reading it already.&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-7145192580202474197?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/7145192580202474197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=7145192580202474197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/7145192580202474197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/7145192580202474197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-sincerely-apologize-for-dead-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-4809018606565526860</id><published>2007-06-25T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T05:38:59.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah! Jiemin and I have started to design our class tee tomorrow. Tuesday. :D&lt;br /&gt;Finally on task, right. Sorry for the big fat delay; both of us were just too uninspired to think of anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macdonald's ice cream gives people inspiration. Oh maybe I'm just narrowing it down to the cone I ate the other day. &lt;strong&gt;ICE CREAM&lt;/strong&gt; gives you inspiration. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything you want to enquire about the designs and stuff, please head straight to Jiemin and pretend that I'm invisible. Cos she's always the one answering the Lit questions Miss Rani asks on my behalf during pairwork :D Three cheers for our sweetest Jiemin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better go off to finish up my Book C, or Mr Ng will lock me in a potato cellar for 3 weeks and someone'd have to climb up my hair to rescue me. :(&lt;br /&gt;But considering the length of my hair, I think that'd be highly impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I'm going to put a countdown counter for Eclipse on this blog. Yayness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-4809018606565526860?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/4809018606565526860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=4809018606565526860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/4809018606565526860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/4809018606565526860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/06/yeah-jiemin-and-i-have-started-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-8547495246652795453</id><published>2007-06-22T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T22:11:06.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="3"&gt;JUNE 20TH WAS EDWARD CULLEN'S BIRTHDAY!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Happy 17th... again, dearest Edward&amp;hearts;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just found out that on Twlight Lexicon. Errr maybe I'm not observant enough or something, but how did they know :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's post was the 444th post!&lt;br /&gt;What a number :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading Twilight for the 14th time now... If the movie ever comes out I think I'd be able to know what scene comes after what. Elise says if I hit 20 times, she'd be betting with me I can recite all their lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I somehow &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; now, some of them, cos if you've read something interesting and intriguing for 14 times I bet you can remember its contents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why ain't Chemistry interesting, then? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I kind of want to go KBox tomorrow, but no one seems to be available. Pfffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM WAITING FOR THE SEVENTH OF AUGUST, Y2K7!&lt;/strong&gt; Yes all Edward lovers ought to know; the official release of Eclipse. This extract from Eclipse below is from Stephenie Meyer's official site:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"BELLA?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward's soft voice came from behind me. I turned to see him spring lightly up the porch steps, his hair windblown from running. He pulled me into his arms at once, just like he had in the parking lot, and kissed me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kiss frightened me. There was too much tension, too strong an edge to the way his lips crushed mine—like he was afraid we had only so much time left to us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Seattle is ravaged by a string of mysterious killings and a malicious vampire continues her quest for revenge, Bella once again finds herself surrounded by danger. In the midst of it all, she is forced to choose between her love for Edward and her friendship with Jacob—knowing that her decision has the potential to ignite the ageless struggle between vampire and werewolf. With her graduation quickly approaching, Bella has one more decision to make: life or death. But which is which?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Oh. My. God. What is happening to the world!@#$%&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Jacob is blocking Edward and Bella's path to eternal love+happiness, I will personally call Stephenie Meyer to get her to annihilate Jacob Black, or ship Jacob Black to me so that I can lock him up in Changi Prison or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's such a &lt;font color="red"&gt;crime&lt;/font&gt; to do that (I mean, barricading Bella and Edward from the entrance to their path of eternal love+happiness, not the Jacob Black thing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit Stephenie Meyer's official web now, dears, and dissect every single page.&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know what you can find there. Like me, for instance, I've read more things than what I ought to know on stepheniemeyer.com :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rnyq5X7EoYI/AAAAAAAAAwU/eXIuOjdT2uQ/s1600-h/eclipsecover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rnyq5X7EoYI/AAAAAAAAAwU/eXIuOjdT2uQ/s320/eclipsecover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079122382418125186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ECLIPSEEEEEEE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going crackers now. Hahaha. Okay cheers to all Edward and Twilight fans! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-8547495246652795453?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/8547495246652795453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=8547495246652795453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/8547495246652795453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/8547495246652795453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/06/june-20th-was-edward-cullens-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rnyq5X7EoYI/AAAAAAAAAwU/eXIuOjdT2uQ/s72-c/eclipsecover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-6736305654580116329</id><published>2007-06-22T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T10:20:59.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Of all the things I believe in &lt;br /&gt;I just want to get it over with &lt;br /&gt;Tears from behind my eyes &lt;br /&gt;But I do not cry &lt;br /&gt;Counting the days that pass me by &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been searching deep down in my soul &lt;br /&gt;Words that I'm hearing are starting to get old &lt;br /&gt;Looks like I'm starting all over again &lt;br /&gt;The last three years were just pretend and I say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to you, &lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to everything I thought I knew. &lt;br /&gt;You were the one I loved, &lt;br /&gt;The one thing that I tried to hold on to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still get lost in your eyes &lt;br /&gt;And it seems like I can't live a day without you &lt;br /&gt;Closing my eyes till you chase my thoughts away &lt;br /&gt;To a place where I am blinded by the light but it's not right &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to you, &lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to everything I thought I knew.&lt;br /&gt;You were the one I loved, &lt;br /&gt;The one thing that I tried to hold on to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh yeah &lt;br /&gt;It hurts to want everything&lt;br /&gt;And nothing at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;I want what's yours and I want what's mine &lt;br /&gt;I want you but I'm not giving in this time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to you &lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to everything I thought I knew &lt;br /&gt;You were the one I loved &lt;br /&gt;The one thing that I tried to hold on to &lt;br /&gt;The one thing that I tried to hold on to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to you &lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to everything I thought I knew &lt;br /&gt;You were the one I loved &lt;br /&gt;The one thing that I tried to hold on to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the stars fall and I lie awake &lt;br /&gt;You're my shooting star :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Still can't sleep. Faggots.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-6736305654580116329?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/6736305654580116329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=6736305654580116329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/6736305654580116329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/6736305654580116329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/06/of-all-things-i-believe-in-i-just-want.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-3285948982449762953</id><published>2007-06-22T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T10:01:33.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Yi Ge Xiang Xia Tian, Yi Ge Xiang Qiu Tian- Fan Wei Qi (imeem.com)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda afraid now!&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where my phone is :(&lt;br /&gt;Then when I call my line to detect vibration in my bag, the operator just slams me this "cannot get a response" auto mechanical voice which is infuriating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Stomps around room*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the last MC session! Wow time flies. I will definitely miss the sessions, of course, and all the buddies I've made. Uh Zhiqi, Shannon (Da jie!), Charissa, Michelle, Joy, the superfunnydoodooomgsoblur Bowei, and umm okay many, many other people. Yup 24 of us altogether and I won't forget you guys. Cat-roach rocks!&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of MC, there's another session on next Saturday. 2-5.30 and I know Jemimah is going to strangle me with her bare hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidetracking, sorry. Today's MC session was slightly laid-back. Celine spoke to us about some stuff and I peeked at my exam paper. Full marks for most of the sections! Yayyyyy. Was really hyped up about the presentation thing cos I've always got to be the first one few and stuff like that. Spoke to lots of smiling parents and of course, my classmates. I was relatively impressed by Cheryl's, Vivien's and Amelia's speech- they sounded so, so confident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must learn more huh? Hahaha. I think this whole MC didn't prove a complete profligate use of cash and energy; I definitely did learn some stuff from it. Initially it was literally antagonizing cos I had no one to talk to and mostly sat in a corner like a recluse drowning in endless pitfalls. Later on it got even better and blended it with all the highjinks-thanks for making this whole class such a wonderful experience- and really enjoyed myself. Vicissitudes, see. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to pc feeling like a sack of rocks. Really drained out from today. I've only got about 4-5 hours of sleep a day, see. I've began that insomnia cycle thing again, only this time worse cos I can't catch up on any bits of sleep in the afternoon. I think I agree with what Shannon, Zhiqi, Dan and Elise said. Coincidentally, 4 of them said I looked like a vampire on the same day. Description:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Met Daniel and Elise at JEC by accident but this convo happened on MSN)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daniel:&lt;/strong&gt; Hey you look so pale. Omg did you just crawl out of your coffin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elise:&lt;/strong&gt; Shut up, asscrack. She's not dead, just like, er, the living dead. Like a vampire! Yeah! Wow, you really look like a vampire. Is it the in look now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello dude and doodette, like I have any choice over my uncontrollable queer sleep patterns. Pffffft. Dark circles are so much prominent now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shannon:&lt;/strong&gt; Eh Amanda why are you so white?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zhiqi:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, she looks like a vampire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shannon:&lt;/strong&gt; And she looks very... haunted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaargh! Okay. I can't tan, alright? I just shrivel up, turn red, and go back o my original colour within maxi. one week.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry lah! D: Hahaha. Not my fault. I hate the sun too, by the way. It makes me feel uncomfortable sometimes. If I can I'd move to Forks or somewhere near the Olympic Peninsula next time- the places on Earth with the least sun. It'd do me some good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles, it's 1 a.m. already, and I've promised Mr Ng to sleep &lt;em&gt;early&lt;/em&gt;. I can't sleep. I'd end up reading Twilight/ Holes again, probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night people, treasure your sanity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-3285948982449762953?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/3285948982449762953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=3285948982449762953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/3285948982449762953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/3285948982449762953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/06/yi-ge-xiang-xia-tian-yi-ge-xiang-qiu.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-7694171180291111943</id><published>2007-06-20T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T07:23:25.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rnk4Hn7EoXI/AAAAAAAAAwM/mR9iNAPkuHo/s1600-h/a-0542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rnk4Hn7EoXI/AAAAAAAAAwM/mR9iNAPkuHo/s200/a-0542.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078151758463934834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M SO FATED WITH TWILIGHT!&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;Edward Cullen still appeals to me so much since forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this was my first reaction when I had strolled over to the ME bookshelf of JE library&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rnk4Hn7EoWI/AAAAAAAAAwE/OBFEimkfZiA/s1600-h/a-0535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rnk4Hn7EoWI/AAAAAAAAAwE/OBFEimkfZiA/s200/a-0535.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078151758463934818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(YEA PWNZORD!!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've got difficulties tearing my eyes off the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I've probably got some good ways after all, I guess, according to the tagboard. I didn't know I look like that in others' eyes- it's pretty amazing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come up with an idea with regards to the class tee, but I'd need Jemimah's help since it requires much photoshop attention. Well I was eating Macs ice cream while on the way home after a whole day at MC, and the inspiration suddenly hit me on the forehead like a flying saucepan. Class tee issues are forever controversial, so I don't expect everyone to agree with my thoughts and ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures here, all random. I know you guys are bored of reading my monotonous writings. All pictures are compressed cos I feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;Heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RnkzMX7EoII/AAAAAAAAAuU/DhjRbQTIg_4/s1600-h/a-0474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RnkzMX7EoII/AAAAAAAAAuU/DhjRbQTIg_4/s200/a-0474.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078146342510174338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHISH FOOD!&lt;br /&gt;I totally want to try this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RnkzMn7EoJI/AAAAAAAAAuc/SYv4mYj_PQ4/s1600-h/a-0476.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RnkzMn7EoJI/AAAAAAAAAuc/SYv4mYj_PQ4/s200/a-0476.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078146346805141650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weijie was in Cold Storage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RnkzM37EoKI/AAAAAAAAAuk/2_RPsvSpXgs/s1600-h/a-0478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RnkzM37EoKI/AAAAAAAAAuk/2_RPsvSpXgs/s200/a-0478.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078146351100108962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh Brad Pitt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RnkzNH7EoLI/AAAAAAAAAus/-zXRfFjiqVk/s1600-h/a-0482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RnkzNH7EoLI/AAAAAAAAAus/-zXRfFjiqVk/s200/a-0482.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078146355395076274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whateverrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;Not really worth the cash, actually, cos the green tea I got tasted like sugar water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RnkzNX7EoMI/AAAAAAAAAu0/-3dhQCybogU/s1600-h/a-0485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RnkzNX7EoMI/AAAAAAAAAu0/-3dhQCybogU/s200/a-0485.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078146359690043586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voldemort! Couldn't resist giving him a kiss :3&lt;br /&gt;May the force be with you. (Okay I know that belongs in Star Wars)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rnk1C37EoNI/AAAAAAAAAu8/AHOIjSP77vk/s1600-h/a-0487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rnk1C37EoNI/AAAAAAAAAu8/AHOIjSP77vk/s200/a-0487.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078148378324672722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIRIUS BLACK!&lt;br /&gt;My favoooo. &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rnk1DH7EoOI/AAAAAAAAAvE/Ro3xffbgt-M/s1600-h/a-0491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rnk1DH7EoOI/AAAAAAAAAvE/Ro3xffbgt-M/s200/a-0491.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078148382619640034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuqian and the Silver Surfer&lt;br /&gt;She was quite mesmerized :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rnk1DX7EoPI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gw24IkDjltA/s1600-h/a-0494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rnk1DX7EoPI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gw24IkDjltA/s200/a-0494.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078148386914607346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Davy Jones HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Stupid attempt. My dad laughed at it for 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rnk1Dn7EoQI/AAAAAAAAAvU/0DkieRPN8iM/s1600-h/a-0495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rnk1Dn7EoQI/AAAAAAAAAvU/0DkieRPN8iM/s200/a-0495.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078148391209574658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's supposed to me Jack Sparrow and Davy Jones fighting on that long stick on the ship sails.&lt;br /&gt;These are just doodles, I swear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rnk1EH7EoRI/AAAAAAAAAvc/ExEArBlUrK8/s1600-h/a-0500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rnk1EH7EoRI/AAAAAAAAAvc/ExEArBlUrK8/s200/a-0500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078148399799509266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intriguing shape of rice at Boon Tong Kee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rnk2pn7EoSI/AAAAAAAAAvk/c220G7eWhOw/s1600-h/a-0520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rnk2pn7EoSI/AAAAAAAAAvk/c220G7eWhOw/s200/a-0520.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078150143556231458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg it's Shannon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rnk2p37EoTI/AAAAAAAAAvs/CwlRD1tAl1A/s1600-h/a-0521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rnk2p37EoTI/AAAAAAAAAvs/CwlRD1tAl1A/s200/a-0521.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078150147851198770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhiqi &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rnk2qH7EoUI/AAAAAAAAAv0/Gebc2Fp9Mjk/s1600-h/a-0522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rnk2qH7EoUI/AAAAAAAAAv0/Gebc2Fp9Mjk/s200/a-0522.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078150152146166082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rocky Road I made. Yum :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rnk2qn7EoVI/AAAAAAAAAv8/PbHIbU_MGck/s1600-h/a-0536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rnk2qn7EoVI/AAAAAAAAAv8/PbHIbU_MGck/s200/a-0536.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078150160736100690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad hair day.&lt;br /&gt;This was taken on the same day I had to wear a bandanna to MC. My hair was supposed to look like this, and I didn't want to scare off the entire cohort of MC staff and students and cleaners so I had my head properly wrapped up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-7694171180291111943?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/7694171180291111943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=7694171180291111943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/7694171180291111943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/7694171180291111943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-so-fated-with-twilight-d-edward.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/Rnk4Hn7EoXI/AAAAAAAAAwM/mR9iNAPkuHo/s72-c/a-0542.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-8874780117425368725</id><published>2007-06-18T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T06:25:41.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/536071"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/536071/1.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;Take it.&lt;br /&gt;AND put your rightful name, please. Thanks :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-8874780117425368725?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/8874780117425368725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=8874780117425368725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/8874780117425368725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/8874780117425368725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/06/create-your-own-friend-test-here-take.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-2977828608542188211</id><published>2007-06-18T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T05:58:42.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everyone's off to camp! Time flies. One more week of the holidays and it's back to bedlam.&lt;br /&gt;As if it's not been bedlam round here, to have a control freak tailing you around, huh. Hope you guys have enjoyed your break, unlike me (with the obvious exception of MC sessions.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my mum said something really horrid to me. To be strictly accurate it wasn't my mum who said it, but I'm fairly sure she played a part in attempting to smash my ego completely (Mission Failed, hahaha!). I was polishing off a box of chocolate Pocky and 2 bars of Kinder Bueno when she caught me chewing away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Eh still eat this kind of rubbish ah! I tell you, you so fat already, how many times must I tell you to stop eating chocolate everyday."&lt;br /&gt;Then came the part which pissed me off entirely, but of course, I tried not to display my blooming anger. Sometimes my mum doesn't try to watch her words or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You know what your so-and-so aunt says about you? She says you're as fat as a woman who's been a mother of two kids"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, win already lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, she was quite nasty in two ways: Number one, if my so-and-so aunt had really said that, and if she were a nice mum who'd try to cushion her daughter's feelings, she would have said something like, "Ah... yeah yeah yeah" and then shake it off like a random crass remark. Number two, it wasn't compulsory to transmit the message to me, right?! Okay, I'm fat. Yeah. But why are these kaypoh people more worried than me, for the love of everything beautiful? I don't pretend I wasn't a little hurt by the comment- in fact I just brooded about it for a moment and returned to my Pocky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she can't go around shooting her mouth off and telling stuff she could have kept secret! These kind of remarks may have potential to hurt people's feelings, FYI. And she'd just unknowingly grind some innocent victim's once-intact ego under her 5-inch stiletto heels or whatever. These kind of things are sticks and stones to me, really, but some people do take such stuff seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading Princess Diaries: Volume 4 recently, and completed the book within a day's time. It's a charming series, now that I've decided to start from book 4 onwards. A couple of days back when I went to pc and saw Sansan jie, the lovely girl offered to lend me the rest of the books in the series for my leisure reading. Thanks girl! Really appreciate it. Then when I asked her why Wei Hong didn't turn up for Student IC Chanting, she said, "He's baking a cake for his friend's birthday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have fainted. I'd never guess in a million years that my best friend #1 actually BAKES, oh my gosh. Okay I'm not the only one here who bakes, but CWH?! Weird. I hadn't been so shocked since my mum allowed me to go out in peace with my friends (after PSLE. That peace didn't last long, unfortunately, probably about an hour. After which, she started calling me up to scream at me about my rebellious streak).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I have a rebellious streak for going out with my friends after PSLE. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Princess Diaries 4, Mia speaks out about feeling inferior to many of her peers, and I realise at that very moment how similar our plights were. She was feeling inferior cos many of the people in her surroundings had a particular talent, while she hated herself for being a breastless, un-Kate-Bosworth-like princess freak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least she's a princess, hello!&lt;br /&gt;I'm also talentless. So doesn't that make me a talentless, degraded fifteen-year-old schoolgirl whose only school rule she's ever broken so far in NHHS is the anklesock rule?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, this is funny. Let's make a list of some of the talents the people in my surroundings have.&lt;br /&gt;Don't yak at me if your name is not here please. No sulking will be entertained on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Amanda's List of People with Talents&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheryl, cousin: &lt;/strong&gt;Needless to say. HCJC, good singer, extraordinary pianist (Hello diploma! I've never even seen a diploma before), musically and very academically inclined. Obvious great time manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darryl, cousin: &lt;/strong&gt; Chinese High School. 'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wei Hong, best friend #1: &lt;/strong&gt; Extremely musically inclined. Never took music lessons from a teacher before, which means everything was self-taught. Can play the acoustic guitar, electric guitar, bass guitar, piano, keyboard, drums, harmonica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Priscilla, best friend #2:&lt;/strong&gt; Fairly athletic, good dancer. Was seen trying out in the People's Association Hiphop group auditions before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yi-xin, best friend #3:&lt;/strong&gt; Softballer, athlete. Won 3 trophies and don't know how many medals in the last Nan Hua Sports Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kaiying, lipo partner:&lt;/strong&gt; Look and count how many As she's got on her report card. 'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ziting, buddy:&lt;/strong&gt; Same as Kaiying. Very, very hardworking girl. 'Nuff said as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jos, buddy: &lt;/strong&gt; Brillo artist, and has an equally beautiful report card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to stop here before I start stomping around the room trying to think of something I'm &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; good at.&lt;br /&gt;Someone TELL me. You can keep quiet if you can't find any talents of mine, really. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye, off to do something else, like eat Rocky Road.&lt;br /&gt;(Yes I'm fat! Gotta problem? :D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-2977828608542188211?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/2977828608542188211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=2977828608542188211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/2977828608542188211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/2977828608542188211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/06/everyones-off-to-camp-time-flies.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-7568533872929797592</id><published>2007-06-16T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T21:59:22.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need a haircut again!&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to grow my fringe out, and hack off the back ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;ASAP, in this case, stands for &lt;em&gt;As Short As Possible&lt;/em&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RnS-Xn7EoEI/AAAAAAAAAt0/bjNrWMIvvR4/s1600-h/aj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RnS-Xn7EoEI/AAAAAAAAAt0/bjNrWMIvvR4/s320/aj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076891993016410178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I know it's a tad too short, but that saves up on lots of hassle too *dreams* Less chance of having a BHD (Bad Hair Day) as well. Even if there &lt;em&gt;were&lt;/em&gt; to be one, it'd just be bedhead or something, right? Who cares anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course there'd be the usual stereotypes to consider, like EUGENE WONG, who's  been calling me a guy since &lt;em&gt;forever&lt;/em&gt;. To him, I think short hair equates guys and long hair equates girls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus I guess Johnny Depp and I ought to swop places, right? He can be a fifteen-year-old schoolgirl who's been labelled crazy and useless and I can dance off to Hollywood and get worshipped by millions of fans around the world for playing such a charismatic, interesting swashbuckling pirate in Pirates of the Caribbean; particularly someone you wouldn't know whether to hate or to like for making Will Turner the captain of the bloody Flying Dutchman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having short hair for a girl does not buy you a one-way ticket to the lavender end of the rainbow either- I'm straight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd get it cut soon. Not today, probably not tomorrow, and of course not Tuesday, but I'd get it cut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-7568533872929797592?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/7568533872929797592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=7568533872929797592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/7568533872929797592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/7568533872929797592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-need-haircut-again-i-think-im-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RnS-Xn7EoEI/AAAAAAAAAt0/bjNrWMIvvR4/s72-c/aj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-2016180775942208354</id><published>2007-06-15T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T10:15:07.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Wo Ke Yi- Cai Min You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jerks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Never mind, to hell with them.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep I can't believe I'm listening to that song after having to endure continuous renditions of it everyday without fail in April or May when Grace was still sitting next to me. She kept singing that song! No joke. Cai Min You sings it quite well- proves that he's more than just a pretty face, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also desperately trying to locate Cao Meng songs. Yes you don't have parallex errors of any sort. Cao Meng! Hahaha! Forever Grasshopper. Can you believe it? I've been listening to weird oldies lots these days. Influence has deep impact on me. Source: my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fair enough, I know my fair share of oldies and she can sing lots (you'd be amazed, really) of Mandopop. Er, a few examples are Kiss Goodbye by Wang Leehom, um... some S.H.E (Yeah!!!). Etc etc. She likes some S.H.E songs by the way. Impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had quite a bad dream. &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt; not about alienic exams and screaming Mr Ngs. Something seriously WEIRD! You'd never guess it in about a million years. I actually dreamt that &lt;em&gt;I made Mr Peh cry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear upon my iPod I'm not lying!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my iPod's dead already; not much value. Um, my... crumpler? Yeah. Throw in my hightops and Levi's too. That's all for my branded stuff, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine if I really made Mr Peh cry! My name'd go down in history. Woke up with a jolt, again, sweating like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Ikea with mum today to get some furniture and stuff. Got myself a cute stool to prop my legs on :O&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm getting old, ahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er... photos next time, okay? I've got quite abit and I only intend to upload 10, probably. Blogger's not fast and now's already 1am. Better grab some sleep or risk piling on the eyebags. I've never had eyebags last time but now I look even more like a zombie (consider complexion &amp; eyebags). Pffffft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-2016180775942208354?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/2016180775942208354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=2016180775942208354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/2016180775942208354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/2016180775942208354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/06/wo-ke-yi-cai-min-you-jerks.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-7268059765855675904</id><published>2007-06-14T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T06:36:51.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Begin- TVXQ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was fine, fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXCEPT FOR THE MORNING PART, GOSH! Nightmarish. I shall write it down here and get it over with once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shannon stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke late and had to grab a cab outside my house to get to MC in time, see, so I just blindly stuck out my hand and waved at a Comfort taxi that was coming my way. Somehow this &lt;em&gt;van&lt;/em&gt;, instead, halted right in front of me and then I realised that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG IT'S A CAB&lt;br /&gt;AND A REALLY COOL ONE AT THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT THE UNCOOL THING WAS THAT I'D JAMMED UP ALL THE TRAFFIC BEHIND COS THAT VAN-TAXI DRIVER THOUGHT I'D FLAGGED HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, your first instinct would be to hop into the cab right away, right? Tell me I'm normal, cos that was precisely what I did. BIG mistake. The flag-down fare was just like that of the Mercedes cabs' and I don't know WHY there was an extra $2 charged to my final bill. Shannon says it's probably due to the timing- peak hour or something like that. So that made my total flag-down fare $4.80.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUAY RIGHT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fair enough, the cab's interior was indeed beautiful and very, very comfortable. It was just like an MPV and it could speed really quickly and smoothly. (No I'm still not over the bloody fare yet) The taxi driver was very friendly; he talked to me and introduced me to this new horror cab and its facilities- something about being one of the only 30 cabs available in Singapore so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he said, "And hor, the flag-down fare quite cheap somemore, just like Mercedes cab one!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously contemplated calling Zhi Qi or Charissa or Shannon to come down to the taxi stand when I alighted to shoot me in the head so that I didn't need to pay the cab fare ($12.50). What'd you think? Jurong East to Toa Payoh, and plus some unknown additional charges I wasn't even aware of. My wallet's got this gargantuan hole in it now, damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stomped up to MC later and complained and complained and complained to whoever was in the room- ranging from Vivien to Zhi Qi to Shannon. Yeah they had different opinions and comments about my misfortune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivien: Aiyah, never mind. This kind of cab, like that one. Very ex, tsk.&lt;br /&gt;Zhi Qi: Hey don't be sad. Okay, today during lunch we go eat at kopitiam; save more money.&lt;br /&gt;Shannon: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA, OH MY GOD SO FUNNY. YOU SO SUAY AH, ONLY GOT 30 SUCH CABS IN SINGAPORE AND YOUR BUTT HAPPENED TO LAND ON ONE AT THE RIGHT TIME! *Rolls around laughing his ass off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Breathes steam*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the cab fiasco, today was quite smooth. Later on, our trainer started talking about examples on how we get to MC in the morning, I don't know why, and that -coughs violently- wonderful Shannon started laughing and snorting. Lunch was at a nearby kopitiam and Zhi Qi and I gorged on ice cream afterwards :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us walked to the MRT together and met Charissa and Bowei there! Bananas, Bowei wasn't Bowei today! He's usually so reserved and quiet. Today he actually started &lt;em&gt;smiling&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;laughing&lt;/em&gt; like the rest of us. Kind of spooked me out, really, so Charissa and I started staring at him from across the room and sniggering. Especially me, cos he was kinda hard to miss if you turned your head to the board. I'd start laughing like mad and he'd start mouthing &lt;em&gt;What! What!&lt;/em&gt; at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd never live to see the day Bowei &lt;em&gt;laughed&lt;/em&gt; D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said bye to Bowei when our train arrived and Charissa actually told us that Bowei told her that he once worked as a LIFEGUARD! Oh, my, gosh. LIFEGUARD! If I were (touchwood!) to drown someday I think I'd pull him down first with my weight. The three of us gawped at the fact from Toa Payoh to City Hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freeeeaky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now; I'm going to check on my Rocky Road :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: HI SHANNON I DID NOT PROMISE YOU ANYTHING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-7268059765855675904?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/7268059765855675904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=7268059765855675904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/7268059765855675904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/7268059765855675904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/06/begin-tvxq-today-was-fine-fine-except.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-7052734986013214860</id><published>2007-06-12T07:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T07:47:28.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Still distracted by my desktop background though. *Giggles*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-7052734986013214860?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/7052734986013214860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=7052734986013214860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/7052734986013214860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/7052734986013214860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/06/still-distracted-by-my-desktop.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-4654856450278057258</id><published>2007-06-12T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T07:46:48.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Looking for Rocky Road recipes.&lt;br /&gt;Bored of cookies and muffins, ahah. Made macaroni cheese recently!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put lots of peas (My favourite vegetable). If Mr Ng gives us less homework, I'd make beef casseroles to celebrate. Deal?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-4654856450278057258?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/4654856450278057258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=4654856450278057258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/4654856450278057258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/4654856450278057258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/06/looking-for-rocky-road-recipes.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-6895129957461178473</id><published>2007-06-11T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T09:11:34.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"After the credits, Elizabeth is seen on a cliff with a young boy, they have a son! - (who knew you could make babies from kissing someones knee eh?! - Elizabeth hasn't aged a day either, gotta get some of her anti-ageing cream)&lt;br /&gt;Then there is a green flash of light and the Flying Dutchman appears at sea and you see Will sailing back towards them.&lt;br /&gt;As stated above, if the Captain of the Dutchman's true love is waiting for them after their ten years at sea, the curse is lifted, so Will is now free (Pirates 4 anyone?!)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-User on http://forums.wdwmagic.com/showthread.php?p=2279860&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how? What does Gore Verbinski want to do with our minds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, come to think of it, I don't hate Sparrow. Neither do I like him. But I want to shoot Davy Jones in the head and cut off all his tentacles to make octopus Tako Pachi. Someone tell me if the ending ought to be intepreted as positive or negative! I'd much rather interpret it as positive, of course, like Qi said, but it's arguable to say that it ended negatively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, to hell with it.&lt;br /&gt;Can't Gore put it in a much simpler way?&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, I'm better off searching for pretty pictures of the pretty Orlando.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-6895129957461178473?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/6895129957461178473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=6895129957461178473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/6895129957461178473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/6895129957461178473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/06/after-credits-elizabeth-is-seen-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-8883485169471209080</id><published>2007-06-11T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T08:22:59.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Twilight, the movie.&lt;br /&gt;Controversial issue, right! Hahaha yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone interested, you can visit &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/twilight_movie.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My opinions on some casting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry Cavill as Edward Cullen= &lt;strong&gt;NO WAY NO WAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephenie Meyer, you need a new one.&lt;br /&gt;*rofls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily Browning as Bella Swan= Can reconsider?&lt;br /&gt;Someone more charming perhaps? I wouldn't say no to Emma Roberts. Nancy Drew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie Hunman as Carlisle Cullen= I don't mind :) *waggles brows*&lt;br /&gt;He's quite young and macho. I won't reject him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actor of Emmett looks like a WWE hardcore wrestler wannabe.&lt;br /&gt;The actress of Rosalie looks like she belongs more on the cover of FHM or Maxim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephenie Meyer says these are the most popular suggestions for Edward:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayden Christensen&lt;br /&gt;Robert Pattison&lt;br /&gt;Orlando Bloom&lt;br /&gt;Gerard Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only accept the third one. Gerard Way is too o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind Steven Strait as Jacob Black! He already looks very Jacob-y in Sky High.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today. No pictures; I'm reading the POTC 3 plot now. Blame Gore Verbinski and Jerry Bruckheimer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-8883485169471209080?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/8883485169471209080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=8883485169471209080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/8883485169471209080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/8883485169471209080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/06/twilight-movie.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-2483135923719389146</id><published>2007-06-10T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T09:32:43.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY YAY YAY&lt;br /&gt;THANKS QIHUI!&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just told me something about POTC 3 which made me feel oodles &lt;strong&gt;better&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SPOILER ALERT.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The curse Will had about being the captain of the Flying Dutchman for 10 years actually is not what I'd interpreted. When Sparrow made Will stab Davy Jones's heart, it was so as to &lt;em&gt;save&lt;/em&gt; Will. As Will had been stabbed by Jones, he'd only live if he was made the captain of the Flying Dutchman. In short, Will could exchange 10 years of his life as Captain to live longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another important part of the "tragedy" about Will and Elizabeth was hidden at the end- Liz had gave birth to Will's son. I bet some of you knew that. The curse could be broken if the captain's one true love were to return to that particular island to meet him after 10 years. Therefore, Will lives happily ever after with Liz and his son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Davy Jones spent his life as captain of the Flying Dutchman as his one true love (can't spell her name) did &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; return to the island to meet him after his 10 years was up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sparrow, thus, actually saved Will, though he wanted the captain's role for himself. However, Qi (who watched At World's End 2x) said that he and Barbossa both went to search for the Fountain of Youth. (Don't ask me why).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My misconceptions in the previous post was cleared already! Now it's time for me to read up about the plot itself, and watch DMC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-2483135923719389146?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/2483135923719389146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=2483135923719389146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/2483135923719389146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/2483135923719389146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/06/yay-yay-yay-thanks-qihui-she-just-told.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-5049617315818047554</id><published>2007-06-10T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T07:55:24.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Vig used to call me 'elf boy,' and I'd call him 'filthy human.' As an Elf, I never got a scratch on me, never got dirty. And Vig would come out with blood and sweat all over him. And he'd say to me, 'Oh, go manicure your nails.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Orlando Bloom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAAAAAAAAAAAT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh great heavens above with cheesy macaroni flying in the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, POTC 3 actually got a frickin' SEVEN POINT FOUR stars out of 10 by IMDB.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's my problem, I don't know, but I feel irritated by Jerry Bruckheimer. The scriptwriter. The producer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fair enough, I give the show 1 out of 5 stars... Initially it was 2 out of 5, solely based on the brilliant graphics, but when I thought about what happened to the ever-so-handsome Orlando Bloom, 1 star was sufficient. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the graphics, I repeat. The ending sucked like hell. Will and Elizabeth may have got married but their ending was *pukes blood*. Then I was much too devastated to really watch what happened to Jack Sparrow. I only vaguely remembered him sailing his, er, sampan again, just like the start of the first show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent 4/5 of the show deciphering the plot.&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl was almost just as clueless as me (I think). But she managed to watch Dead Man's Chest, and I didn't. Pffft a little behind times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked the proposal part (hahaha Barbossa was damn funny) and the multiple Jack Sparrow thing. Hallucinations can be amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Davy-Jones-like-Jack Sparrow: Everybody stop!&lt;br /&gt;*Clones freeze*&lt;br /&gt;Davy-Jones-like-Jack Sparrow: I lost my brain! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But come to think of it, Jack Sparrow sucked when he made Will the captain of the Flying Dutchman. Bootstrap could have killed off Davy Jones by himself, nay? Or Jack Sparrow. Hello Jack Sparrow, you don't have a &lt;em&gt;wife&lt;/em&gt; or a &lt;em&gt;passion&lt;/em&gt; for anyone- returning to shore once every 10 years won't make you lose anything- perhaps your usual supply of rum but YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO TAKE WILLIAM TURNER WHO IS SO MUCH MORE HANDSOME THAN YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agitated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about this post, ha. Some pictures. William Turner (Orlando Bloom) is my desktop wallpaper now, to keep me occupied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RmwO_n7En_I/AAAAAAAAAtM/M3qkwG5zF2o/s1600-h/potc31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RmwO_n7En_I/AAAAAAAAAtM/M3qkwG5zF2o/s320/potc31.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074447366351003634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RmwO_37EoAI/AAAAAAAAAtU/DBcnVW8OGTY/s1600-h/potc33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RmwO_37EoAI/AAAAAAAAAtU/DBcnVW8OGTY/s320/potc33.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074447370645970946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RmwO_37EoBI/AAAAAAAAAtc/HWzSzpwJYNI/s1600-h/potc34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RmwO_37EoBI/AAAAAAAAAtc/HWzSzpwJYNI/s320/potc34.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074447370645970962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RmwPAH7EoCI/AAAAAAAAAtk/kCM9JjxoXxM/s1600-h/potc36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RmwPAH7EoCI/AAAAAAAAAtk/kCM9JjxoXxM/s320/potc36.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074447374940938274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RmwPAH7EoDI/AAAAAAAAAts/qaJQ3X3xct4/s1600-h/potc37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RmwPAH7EoDI/AAAAAAAAAts/qaJQ3X3xct4/s320/potc37.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074447374940938290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pffft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-5049617315818047554?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/5049617315818047554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=5049617315818047554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/5049617315818047554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/5049617315818047554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/06/vig-used-to-call-me-elf-boy-and-id-call.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RmwO_n7En_I/AAAAAAAAAtM/M3qkwG5zF2o/s72-c/potc31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-5832923363194217440</id><published>2007-06-08T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T06:16:00.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Edisoooon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;EDISON CHEN!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very welly much, Nicky, for the friendster account but I don't owe you 5 bucks for that :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Edison writes me a testimonial I'd give you a tenner -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was downright boring. Can't wait for the next MC session, but HOPEFULLY it won't be as dull as the previous session, which was pretty much of a letdown. Yeah, I seriously don't wish to see my ill-gotten cash head to the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shannon&lt;em&gt; will&lt;/em&gt; tell me about the Africa story. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, off to draw more :) I've been drawing alot lately. I'd help in the class tee, but only for the sleeve design. Deal? Or no deal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-5832923363194217440?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/5832923363194217440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=5832923363194217440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/5832923363194217440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/5832923363194217440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/06/edison-chen-thank-you-very-welly-much.html' title='Edisoooon!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-5227880124334101576</id><published>2007-06-07T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T09:23:29.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="1" width="100"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;You are 67% Emo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/loner.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are pretty Emo.  You like the music, styles and way of life but it doesn’t really control your life.  There is more to you than just another cute Emo face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=28"&gt;Take this quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took an IQ Test; got 117. I swear I'm not lying!&lt;br /&gt;Not bad, right? It's supposed to be above average *gloats*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the website's not malfunctioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I got black skinnys (though not good enough) at Far East yesterday when I was out with my mum. :\&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Kaiying! Ooooops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contemplating a Myspace account now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-5227880124334101576?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/5227880124334101576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=5227880124334101576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/5227880124334101576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/5227880124334101576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-are-67-emo-you-are-pretty-emo.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-3601812354837201253</id><published>2007-06-07T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T07:51:30.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;QotD&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Waiting for you is like waiting for rain in this drought, useless and disappointing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sam, A Cinderella Story&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MC was boring today :( I know the reason and everyone does. We hope to rectify it so as to cause less arguments and unhappiness, but it's tough- it really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frog dissection pictures!&lt;br /&gt;I know I owe this blog a hefty load of pictures but it's tiring and slow to upload everything. Blogger's not fast, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RmgaYH7En7I/AAAAAAAAAss/CuonPwdOBxU/s1600-h/a-0457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RmgaYH7En7I/AAAAAAAAAss/CuonPwdOBxU/s320/a-0457.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073333981978861490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stiff frog knocked out.&lt;br /&gt;(As good as dead)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was bloody hard trying to stab it with the pins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RmgaYX7En8I/AAAAAAAAAs0/MthBA9xRVxg/s1600-h/a-0458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RmgaYX7En8I/AAAAAAAAAs0/MthBA9xRVxg/s320/a-0458.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073333986273828802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huiling trying to cut open the frog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RmgaY37En9I/AAAAAAAAAs8/3OSlGEvxju0/s1600-h/a-0459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RmgaY37En9I/AAAAAAAAAs8/3OSlGEvxju0/s320/a-0459.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073333994863763410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The membrane Mrs Ong was telling us about- though she was talking about the one in humans.&lt;br /&gt;Remember? And then Timotheus got very hyped up about the intestines-exploding-out thing.&lt;br /&gt;Bio students ought to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RmgaZH7En-I/AAAAAAAAAtE/iBlSuR0r-7I/s1600-h/a-0460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RmgaZH7En-I/AAAAAAAAAtE/iBlSuR0r-7I/s320/a-0460.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073333999158730722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last picture in my phone- Yuqian didn't take anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Go to Charlene's blog for more blood and gore :D&lt;br /&gt;www.definemadness.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl jie visits Charlene's blog! Hahaha, Charlene HAS to be honoured!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More next time. Goodbye! &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;I smell Froot Loops outside. Weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-3601812354837201253?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/3601812354837201253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=3601812354837201253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/3601812354837201253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/3601812354837201253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/06/qotd-waiting-for-you-is-like-waiting.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_evmUQR6bXJM/RmgaYH7En7I/AAAAAAAAAss/CuonPwdOBxU/s72-c/a-0457.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-8234173343970185703</id><published>2007-06-05T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T08:32:45.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blow, wind blow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learnt alot of dumb games.&lt;br /&gt;Zap-zap! :O and what's with that Zebra-Giraffe-Lion-STAMPEDE!&lt;br /&gt;Rofl shhh. Keep yer comments to yourself, or I'd send you to South Africa to marry old and fat tyco&lt;s&gt;ons&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, read Charlene's blog and she says that The Legend Sea or whatever that show's called totally sucked. The one with JJ, Lin Yu Zhong and Jin Sha's voices? Ohwells. I'd much rather spend on Shrek 3 and POTC 3. Luckily she didn't pay for the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;5 Hot Catchphrases&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xCorny Oohlalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "You got MSN? Can add me?"&lt;br /&gt;2. "Faster buy before GST increase!"&lt;br /&gt;3. "What's new with me? Check my blog."&lt;br /&gt;4. "Me and my new bff [best friends forever]..."&lt;br /&gt;5. "Hey, hey, you you! I wanna be your girlfriend!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adapted from L!Me June 2007 :D&lt;br /&gt;Ultra *makes puking motion*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dl-ed quite a number of interesting so-called fonts from dafont.com. I think photoshoppers like Jiemin'd be really intrigued by them. Send you, Jiemin? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to set up a line called ATT(Abolish Twit Talk) here. Watch out for more details. *Chuckles*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-8234173343970185703?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/8234173343970185703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=8234173343970185703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/8234173343970185703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/8234173343970185703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/06/blow-wind-blow-learnt-alot-of-dumb.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-3814074609991381853</id><published>2007-06-04T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T07:18:42.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EHHHH&lt;br /&gt;I DIDN'T SAY I WANT TO DO THE CLASS TEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I'd HELP Jiemin a little, not do the main thing&lt;br /&gt;I think everybody will puke if I do the main thing, then blood will come spurting out of all your 5 senses because my design is actually very welly lousy but you all have put too much faith in me and when the design comes out everyone will slit their wrists out of depression due to the fact that AMANDA IS DESIGNING THE CLASS TEE AND NO MATTER HOW MUCH PHOTOSHOP JIEMIN TRIES TO DO TO THE ORIGINAL DESIGN THE THING STILL LOOKS HORRIFYING :O :O :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I'm addicted to the Gatsby ad, you know!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-3814074609991381853?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/3814074609991381853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=3814074609991381853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/3814074609991381853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/3814074609991381853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/06/ehhhh-i-didnt-say-i-want-to-do-class.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-5834977562575813611</id><published>2007-06-04T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T03:55:52.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saw Spiderman in Taka today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum's reaction: Why so ugly one the costume. Tsk, the show one better you know. This one, surely inside the costume actually is an &lt;em&gt;ah pek&lt;/em&gt;, old old lao tico, teach children wrong thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh not bad already, considering the fact that if he REALLY is a laoticopek, he still can save the world! (I know that Tobey Macguire is the REAL Spiderman but I was just trying to humour her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: *Still shaking her head* Aiyerh, lucky Spiderman no invisibility, if not he surely climb into the girls' toilets to spy on girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *Makes -No link! No link- action* Errr... If you say so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Edison Chen is very welly hot :D Too bad his character died in that show. Still, he's more handsome than Nicholas Tse. Nicholas Tse needs to get a better hairdo, or fire his hairstylist altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wore contacts again today. Hmmm, Elise says it's very uncomfortable but I think it's fine. No?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-5834977562575813611?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/5834977562575813611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=5834977562575813611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/5834977562575813611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/5834977562575813611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/06/saw-spiderman-in-taka-today-my-mums.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-9222843289820810514</id><published>2007-06-02T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T08:13:52.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>State your ten favourite songs.&lt;br /&gt;Mine change randomly- I'd just have to stick with the 020607 playlist.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I listen to jams on imeem.com though :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jay Chou! Yes almost anything by Jay Chou.&lt;br /&gt;2. Ting Yuan Wei Ren Tan Ji Ta- SHE&lt;br /&gt;3. Girlfriend- Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;4. This Ain't a Scene, It's an Arms Race- Fall Out Boy&lt;br /&gt;5. Begin (Acapella)- DBSK&lt;br /&gt;6. Welcome to the Black Parade- My Chemical Romance&lt;br /&gt;7. Rescued- Jack's Mannequin&lt;br /&gt;8. Wu Yue Tian- SHE&lt;br /&gt;9. Superman (It's not easy)- Five for Fighting&lt;br /&gt;10. My own singing LALALALALA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;State ten things you like to do.&lt;br /&gt;1. Get cooped up in me&lt;br /&gt;2. Ignore people&lt;br /&gt;3. Play computer&lt;br /&gt;4. Bake&lt;br /&gt;5. Read&lt;br /&gt;6. Draw&lt;br /&gt;7. SHOP&lt;br /&gt;8. Bite my fingernails&lt;br /&gt;9. Laugh&lt;br /&gt;10. Act emo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;State ten things you believe in.&lt;br /&gt;1. AmandaFYX&lt;br /&gt;2. Being a good Buddhist :D&lt;br /&gt;3. Love&lt;br /&gt;4. Doing things my way&lt;br /&gt;6. Control freaks (there's one in my house right now)&lt;br /&gt;7. Improving my grades&lt;br /&gt;8. Being able to bake more stuff&lt;br /&gt;9. Being able to revive my piano&lt;br /&gt;10. Transformign myself into a better person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;State ten besties.&lt;br /&gt;1. CWH&lt;br /&gt;2. Pris&lt;br /&gt;3. Kaiying&lt;br /&gt;4. Ziting&lt;br /&gt;5. Grass&lt;br /&gt;6. Jos&lt;br /&gt;7. Mag&lt;br /&gt;8. Huiling&lt;br /&gt;9. Stella&lt;br /&gt;10. Yi-xin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;State ten things you do everyday.&lt;br /&gt;1. Mumble to myself&lt;br /&gt;2. Argue with my mum&lt;br /&gt;3. Eat chocolate&lt;br /&gt;4. Get a migraine/headache&lt;br /&gt;5. Feel sleepy&lt;br /&gt;6. Panic&lt;br /&gt;7. Read in the toilet&lt;br /&gt;8. Crack my knuckles&lt;br /&gt;9. Stare at what's left of my fingernails&lt;br /&gt;10. Act emo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;State ten things you are willing to die for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;State ten things you’d want to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. No, not Miss Universe, but I really want world peace :D&lt;br /&gt;2. All the clothes in the world&lt;br /&gt;3. More wisdom and/or better grades&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;s&gt;Lamborgini&lt;/s&gt; A nice chic car&lt;br /&gt;5. An iPod!&lt;br /&gt;6. My parents to understand&lt;br /&gt;7. A guitar&lt;br /&gt;8. Artistic talent&lt;br /&gt;9. To travel around the world&lt;br /&gt;10. My dream job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-9222843289820810514?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/9222843289820810514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=9222843289820810514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/9222843289820810514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/9222843289820810514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/06/state-your-ten-favourite-songs.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641434.post-6699818283386627318</id><published>2007-06-02T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T07:15:41.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table background="#FFFFFF" border="0" style="border: 1px solid black;"width="300"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="20"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 3px solid black;" src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/obituary-Amanda-6-8-4.jpg" alt="QuizGalaxy!" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="20"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: #FF0000;" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=114"&gt;'What will your obituary say?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: #FF0000;"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY YAY YAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;DARTH VADER AND DARTH VADERESS WERE ALWAYS MEANT TO BE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;I can be &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; right about myself sometimes. (Why Darth Vaderess? Ask the Lubberban clan.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lubberban clan involves me, Jasmin, Nicky and Serene. Hah, so you take your pick- ask Serene, Nicky or Jasmin. I suggest ask Nicky, cos he's very impressed with my first-rate involvement in the Yishuo #348354 fiasco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was boring, by the way. Was almost killed by my egoistic parents :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am supposed to go SHOPPING with Tay Kaiying! And get sweaters, skinny jeans, bling and shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing I learnt today:&lt;br /&gt;(from www.xanga.com/pokwee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JEREMY IS A BUTT-EATING MONSTER OMG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought he was a nice HyperTomatoGuy D:&lt;br /&gt;Instead he turned out to be a horrifying HyperButteatingBoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to have to change skin soon. This skin is driving me up the walls. Sooner or later I'm going to be Spiderwoman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641434-6699818283386627318?l=rockintoxicant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/feeds/6699818283386627318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17641434&amp;postID=6699818283386627318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/6699818283386627318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641434/posts/default/6699818283386627318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockintoxicant.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-will-your-obituary-say-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11684757375806543319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
