<?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-4099504882562815400</id><updated>2012-02-17T03:55:55.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i.heart.orange</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Heavenly Demise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104013830233217338</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>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099504882562815400.post-3333156065125195630</id><published>2009-09-10T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:25:09.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh i hate blogger</title><content type='html'>blogger has dozens of glitches -.-&lt;br /&gt;go stalk me at twitter! :D&lt;br /&gt;im alive over there. very. alive.&lt;br /&gt;http://twitter.com/firealarmm&lt;br /&gt;[cant directly link because of the bloody glitch]&lt;br /&gt;cya at twitter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099504882562815400-3333156065125195630?l=adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/feeds/3333156065125195630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099504882562815400&amp;postID=3333156065125195630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/3333156065125195630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/3333156065125195630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-i-hate-blogger.html' title='oh i hate blogger'/><author><name>Heavenly Demise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104013830233217338</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-4099504882562815400.post-9101917316250180321</id><published>2009-08-29T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T00:22:58.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im alivee~</title><content type='html'>im not dead. i think.&lt;div&gt;lazy to blog. yawn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Singapore Discovery Centre! The lecture was fun. The lecturer was Mr George Thomas? If i'm not wrong. Then we went to Army Museum. Aswanee's phone rang when the guy was talking. The Commonwealth people were staring at us. Went back to the discovery centre and had some discussion thingy abt ASEAN. Sofia, Darishna, Aswanee, Wesley and I teamed up and we did something about Open Skies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;car wash! :D sathia and rifdy were laughing at us for washing mrs gill's car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gna wash the other cars on monday :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wee. bio an maths tuition today. i can do logarithm! yay me! and i learnt about hormones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.30 to 1.00. 2 and a half hours of sitting on a tiny chair. ass cramp!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;spent the whole night at YouTube and then Google. Googled for random teacher's names. Ms Cheong [no results], Mr Neo [a few results], Mr Fairoz [a few results], Mr Ngien [no results], Mdm Huzaimah [1 result]. Don't blame me for being bored. &gt;.&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gna go wiki some random stuffs. bye! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099504882562815400-9101917316250180321?l=adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/feeds/9101917316250180321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099504882562815400&amp;postID=9101917316250180321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/9101917316250180321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/9101917316250180321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-alivee.html' title='im alivee~'/><author><name>Heavenly Demise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104013830233217338</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-4099504882562815400.post-5020657322936305990</id><published>2009-08-11T19:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T22:07:25.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mwahahaaaaa !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;hee. just came back from tuition. ha. ha. ._.&lt;div&gt;tuition teacher's house humongous. okay, maybe not &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;  humongous. okay it is. rawrr. she/he/they have a freaking pianooo. and he made a maths look so. much easier :o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kudos to the MI [i think] teacher :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ass cramp during tuition.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;tutor asked: are you comfortable sitting on this chair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;reply: yes. very.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can never say no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he said i have &lt;u&gt;potential to do well in maths&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and she said im a &lt;u&gt;good student&lt;/u&gt;. HEEE 8D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now todayy... let's see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;f&amp;amp;n coursework on food sciences part B. due friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mother tongue we did er, i forgot. oh, flower phrases 8D it just means describing more in your compo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"the gush of wind brushed through her auburn coloured hair, with a streak of violet. she looked up, her hazel green eyes shimmering under the luminous sunlight, her face as radiant as you can ever imagine bla di da"&lt;/blockquote&gt; boo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bio. what did we do for bio? test results ! 21/25 :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was expecting 24 &gt;:l&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;physics. mrs poh didnt come :o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for english we did common test about whale shark !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maths. mr ngien was sick. really. really sick. and wearing an &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;N99&lt;/span&gt; mask ! :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bio remedial. i was effing tired. dont know why. the only thing i managed to grasp was sensory neurone, motor neurone and er. er ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;grey and er ! some other matter :S oh hell i need to revise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and happy belated bdae to zoeyy~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and thanks for inviting me :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and oh my hell my dad's ill. AHHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099504882562815400-5020657322936305990?l=adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/feeds/5020657322936305990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099504882562815400&amp;postID=5020657322936305990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/5020657322936305990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/5020657322936305990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/2009/08/mwahahaaaaa.html' title='mwahahaaaaa !'/><author><name>Heavenly Demise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104013830233217338</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-4099504882562815400.post-985927186225090615</id><published>2009-08-07T19:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T21:37:22.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bugis!</title><content type='html'>today's ndp thingy was boring. not as good [or anywhere NEAR good] as last year's.&lt;div&gt;after school aswanee and i went to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bugis&lt;/span&gt; to go shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went around &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bugis street&lt;/span&gt; looking for bags [for me] and a shirt [for aswanee]. i finally found mine at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;BHG&lt;/span&gt; and aswanee bought hers at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bugis street&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some guy at zinc said &lt;u&gt;he missed me so much&lt;/u&gt; when i came in. AHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had lunch at macdonalds. did dumb things and went mad ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went and walked around in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bugis junction&lt;/span&gt;. saw christianne and her parents :o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;walked around staring at things we could never afford, or have the heart to buy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went home at around 5. in the train some bangla guy was staring at aswanee and i. and whatever i was pointing at -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went home, slept and showered. havent done my tuition homeworks due tomorrow at 10:30.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im doooomed. but heh. no stress. i'll do it. somehow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahh. computer laggy. rawrr. i cant watch youtube in peace &gt;:l&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dad thinks the converse is imitation. just because the words are splattered -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099504882562815400-985927186225090615?l=adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/feeds/985927186225090615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099504882562815400&amp;postID=985927186225090615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/985927186225090615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/985927186225090615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/2009/08/bugis.html' title='bugis!'/><author><name>Heavenly Demise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104013830233217338</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-4099504882562815400.post-6381753843636682517</id><published>2009-08-06T19:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T22:01:49.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>almost dead blog !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;it's finally august! now let's see.&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1st August, Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nothing happened. wanted to go jogging alone but mom and dad are scared that i get kidnapped and raped or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2nd August, Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can't remember anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3rd August, Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;still can't remember anything. oh, flunked physics test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/SnraAFjvGmI/AAAAAAAAAH8/S1If0mjbi44/s1600-h/DSC01567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/SnraAFjvGmI/AAAAAAAAAH8/S1If0mjbi44/s320/DSC01567.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366841600992287330" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the time i got possessed to do my bio homework, which was wrong &gt;:l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4th August, Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ran 2.4km under 16min 50sec. nearly got asthma twice and lungs blocked for a while after the run. did some library activity during social studies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;during recess went into the drug bus thingy. aswanee and i opened the drawer in the bus and saw legs inside. we freaked out a bit and closed the drawer. The guy who was managing the bus went inside the bus moments later and he called us brave for opening the drawer [the second time. but he doesnt need to know that ;D] without screaming. sofia screamed like mad when i opened the drawer in front of her :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;drew a chicken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/SnrYxMa7_uI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PxHhsO0CzRc/s1600-h/DSC01569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/SnrYxMa7_uI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PxHhsO0CzRc/s320/DSC01569.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366840245624766178" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hee :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/SnrYx3ZyViI/AAAAAAAAAHc/MYFTNtJCAJw/s1600-h/DSC01571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/SnrYx3ZyViI/AAAAAAAAAHc/MYFTNtJCAJw/s320/DSC01571.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366840257162663458" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/SnrYxvioyII/AAAAAAAAAHU/EuRaTRHVFIo/s1600-h/DSC01570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/SnrYxvioyII/AAAAAAAAAHU/EuRaTRHVFIo/s320/DSC01570.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366840255052302466" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;celine drew those :o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had assembly about drugs and then oral.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oral. sucked. big time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FREAKK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i screwed up and made mrs sunil laugh. is that good? *twitch* ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TODAY!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rifdy and danial were talking about pamella's 'eye cataract' and zhen wei was kicking my chair. grawrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;during bio we did practical, bio test and theory. ms cheong said my work is need :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then she 'scolded' me for 'talking' to suhaidah. it wasnt meeee. it was danial ! D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for lit we learned about the TRUE history of Singapore and its icons (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hehe. then tarani, shahirah, darishna, aswanee and i were in a classroom sharing ghost stories, and then we went home :l&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mom and maid went to indonesia and im alone at homeee D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they came back at 7:30 and mom bought me spongebob ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i broke her bracelet by accident. sorry mom D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bwahahaaa, going bugis tomorrow !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099504882562815400-6381753843636682517?l=adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/feeds/6381753843636682517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099504882562815400&amp;postID=6381753843636682517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/6381753843636682517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/6381753843636682517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/2009/08/almost-dead-blog.html' title='almost dead blog !'/><author><name>Heavenly Demise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104013830233217338</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/SnraAFjvGmI/AAAAAAAAAH8/S1If0mjbi44/s72-c/DSC01567.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099504882562815400.post-9102659221100362474</id><published>2009-07-29T20:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T21:28:50.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NAPFA !</title><content type='html'>hee. what happened today...&lt;br /&gt;ran 2.4 km for PE. failed, lol.&lt;br /&gt;for social studies, did last week's test and then learned more about the conflict. lesson was fun[ny].&lt;br /&gt;for mother tongue mdm huzaimah didn't come and we were supposed to do some compre. in one period. of course, we didn't finish it. i mean, who the hell did?!&lt;br /&gt;for recess, sang the llama song, asked ms straaten to sing the llama song, and ate rice. hee.&lt;br /&gt;for A Maths i surprisingly understood whatever mr ngien was teaching O_O weird.&lt;br /&gt;and bloody zhen wei kept kicking my chair in a very salacious manner. hmph !&lt;br /&gt;for english lesson we went to the hall for photo taking. i think im gna look like a freaking retard !&lt;br /&gt;for bio, ms cheong went through the respiratory thingy.&lt;br /&gt;for assembly/SEL, mr neo decided to use to for english filing instead of sex ed. he said he was going to do it tomorrow, instead.&lt;br /&gt;i got 24 and 20 for my compos. that is SO. SO bad D:&lt;br /&gt;after school aswanee and i sat, chatted and then changed [me into shooting tee, aswanee into pe attire for NAPFA retake]. i couldn't find eunice, sofia or shahirah so i decided to follow aswanee to meet mr talip for the retake. decided to use the opportunity to improve my scores. hee. standing broad jump sucked. 160 &gt;:l inclined pull ups improved buy 7, making it 10 ! yay ! :D&lt;br /&gt;told the shooting teacher IC, whatever her name is when i met her at the gym, that i was redoing NAPFA and will come for the friday training instead, and she said okay :D&lt;br /&gt;aswanee and nazurah broke down during the retake. they were okay after a while.&lt;br /&gt;and that was when i realised that mr talip is full of motivational quotes ._.&lt;br /&gt;after the thingy we went to the bench outside the bookshop and accompanied tarani until ncc ended and then aswanee, danial and i headed for the bubble tea shop.&lt;br /&gt;there, we met jeryl, jing yu, fang jun, zhi yang, sathia, dastageer, haikal and rifdy [did i forget anyone? :S]. they were bullying aswanee and when sathia was torturing her halfway to death, the whole group decided to ditch him. and he won't realise until we started laughing like mad llamas.&lt;br /&gt;went to lakeside with aswanee and then called my mom at the payphone booth, but noooo, she won't pick up -.-&lt;br /&gt;gave up and took 240 home. reached home at around 7.15, ate my dinner until 8:00, turned on the computer and then showered at around 8:15. mom came back at 8:30 and started yelling at me for showering so late. can you blame a girl who came home tired and hungry!? she said that i shouldn't be showering when she came back home because it meant that she must wait for me before showering. geez. can't she wait?&lt;br /&gt;and then she was yelling at me for turning on the computer. oh how i love my mom -_-&lt;br /&gt;eh, i really do. just not when she yells at me for no shit reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. my homework for today:&lt;br /&gt;titch miller poem.&lt;br /&gt;ss mindmap.&lt;br /&gt;study for physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE TO SELF: GO EXERCISE MORE. YOU SUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and blogger, too. html box thingy missing -_-&lt;br /&gt;blog posts look so boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099504882562815400-9102659221100362474?l=adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/feeds/9102659221100362474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099504882562815400&amp;postID=9102659221100362474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/9102659221100362474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/9102659221100362474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/2009/07/napfa.html' title='NAPFA !'/><author><name>Heavenly Demise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104013830233217338</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-4099504882562815400.post-3530827705778753522</id><published>2009-07-27T18:21:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T19:50:00.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haunting in Causeway 3 :D</title><content type='html'>wee~&lt;br /&gt;went to Causeway Point yesterday to watch Haunting in Connecticut. Haha cool, the first horror movie that made me screamm. Thank God i had my fair share of uncontrollable laughter &gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;at one point of the movie, aswanee heard the lady said: spirits turn me on.&lt;br /&gt;after that went to the toilet and then had our lunch at mac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s182.photobucket.com/albums/x164/Ferocious_07/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01460.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 329px; height: 245px;" src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x164/Ferocious_07/DSC01460.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look pregnant ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s182.photobucket.com/albums/x164/Ferocious_07/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01469.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 246px; height: 325px;" src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x164/Ferocious_07/DSC01469.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coccaineeee.&lt;br /&gt;after that we went to the playground/"park" nearby and crapped about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s182.photobucket.com/albums/x164/Ferocious_07/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01506.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 247px; height: 328px;" src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x164/Ferocious_07/DSC01506.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still smile at this picture. i look like i have ligyrophobia [fear of noises].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s182.photobucket.com/albums/x164/Ferocious_07/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01473.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 253px; height: 335px;" src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x164/Ferocious_07/DSC01473.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drivers were staring at us, but oh well !&lt;br /&gt;after crapping about, we decided to go home. did stupid things on the platform.&lt;br /&gt;such as...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s182.photobucket.com/albums/x164/Ferocious_07/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01524.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 256px; height: 259px;" src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x164/Ferocious_07/DSC01524.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee. typo with the words, "when things go out of hand" :x&lt;br /&gt;went home, showered and read berita harian. and then some website. scared. out of my wits. AHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today.. what happened today? oh ya, 4hours 10minutes of e maths D:&lt;br /&gt;and then went under some block to eat cup noodle with patsy and aswanee.&lt;br /&gt;and AHH. bio test tomorrow. DIE DIE DIEEEEEEEEE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099504882562815400-3530827705778753522?l=adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/feeds/3530827705778753522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099504882562815400&amp;postID=3530827705778753522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/3530827705778753522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/3530827705778753522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/2009/07/haunting-in-causeway-3-d.html' title='Haunting in Causeway 3 :D'/><author><name>Heavenly Demise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104013830233217338</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-4099504882562815400.post-3051985360024192092</id><published>2009-07-25T19:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T21:33:13.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a disgrace to modern society</title><content type='html'>Been exactly 1 mth and 2 days since i last blogged.&lt;br /&gt;wee. went shooting. gosh. hee im stronger than mrs poh &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;and hah ! we managed to raise more than 1k for the orange nose thingy. yay us !&lt;br /&gt;my left hand is pathetic. i cant lift the dumbell properly with that stupid hand -_-&lt;br /&gt;haha eunice cheer up!&lt;br /&gt;aswanee wants to watch haunting in connecticut tomorrow. hehe. mom allows :D&lt;br /&gt;and now parents arguing abt whether teachers are allowed to tutor students, lol.&lt;br /&gt;and while doing so mom stuffig kiwi fruit inside my mouth ._.&lt;br /&gt;and ahh ! stupid h1n1 cancelled the lecture &gt;:l&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099504882562815400-3051985360024192092?l=adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/feeds/3051985360024192092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099504882562815400&amp;postID=3051985360024192092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/3051985360024192092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/3051985360024192092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/2009/07/disgrace-to-modern-society.html' title='a disgrace to modern society'/><author><name>Heavenly Demise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104013830233217338</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-4099504882562815400.post-8397176124280827061</id><published>2009-06-23T21:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T23:43:42.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Die you, Die</title><content type='html'>Ha. Ha. Feeling so freaking pissed.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, went to indo on the 19th and took some photos. Had to fill in some form about h1n1 in the ferry on the way there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/SkDfi3bq_CI/AAAAAAAAAE8/YPX7BgfLWpQ/s1600-h/DSC01193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/SkDfi3bq_CI/AAAAAAAAAE8/YPX7BgfLWpQ/s320/DSC01193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350522147404708898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penguin Pride 1100hrs to NOWHERE. Where the heck is &lt;u&gt;NOWHERE&lt;/u&gt;!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/SkDjA6rA-SI/AAAAAAAAAFk/zifJdnJRx0k/s1600-h/IMG_1137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/SkDjA6rA-SI/AAAAAAAAAFk/zifJdnJRx0k/s320/IMG_1137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350525962205329698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coastarina. Wee. I nearly fell off this thing -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/SkDjAg1sXkI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_5hlHQIsjMs/s1600-h/IMG_1139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/SkDjAg1sXkI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_5hlHQIsjMs/s320/IMG_1139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350525955270794818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh look! im climbing everest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/SkDjAfs3XLI/AAAAAAAAAFU/VBgdi76qIuk/s1600-h/IMG_1145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/SkDjAfs3XLI/AAAAAAAAAFU/VBgdi76qIuk/s320/IMG_1145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350525954965331122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying Fox ! And i nearly fell off the steps when going down =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/SkDfjOZSKsI/AAAAAAAAAFE/6FVBobhAgDw/s1600-h/DSC01207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/SkDfjOZSKsI/AAAAAAAAAFE/6FVBobhAgDw/s320/DSC01207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350522153568709314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold the lamia. PS: its a guy. look carefully...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/SkDfjD8iDXI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rhZhP68rZ1Y/s1600-h/DSC01208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/SkDfjD8iDXI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rhZhP68rZ1Y/s320/DSC01208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350522150763761010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavenly Latte. Dinner was fish and chips :D&lt;br /&gt;and the day before, fried rice. woopee !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ate too much chilli in indo and been having diarrhoea every morning eversince.. darn that accursed stomach.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back on the 21st and wee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went City Hall today with Eunice and Aswanee. Wanted to go HMV to buy CD/shirt.&lt;br /&gt;Aswanee's bottle leaked at Jurong East MRT Station and wet her bag.&lt;br /&gt;And ohoh, we were sharing ghost stories in the train. Apparently aswanee had a ghost story about a toilet in Marina Square, which we went to to dry aswanee's bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/SkDzd2gipYI/AAAAAAAAAG8/nJox656UsRw/s1600-h/DSC01215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/SkDzd2gipYI/AAAAAAAAAG8/nJox656UsRw/s320/DSC01215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350544051489908098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she ran out and nearly cried &gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didnt buy anything because&lt;br /&gt;CD - expensive/M18&lt;br /&gt;Shirt - No stock D:&lt;br /&gt;So we decided to go Singapore River. Went Starbucks first and bought some drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/SkDzU3B5fRI/AAAAAAAAAG0/mH1v9pgLb64/s1600-h/DSC01224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/SkDzU3B5fRI/AAAAAAAAAG0/mH1v9pgLb64/s320/DSC01224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350543897010994450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a thing with coffee 8D&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked to Singapore River and a group of Korean people asked us to take pictures with them ._. awkward.&lt;br /&gt;Took loads of pictures there - 49 to be precise - and then went to the &lt;u&gt;Asian Civilisation Museum&lt;/u&gt;. Yuhua students got free admission :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/SkDzUpxkdoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Or8HRq3Egrs/s1600-h/DSC01235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/SkDzUpxkdoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Or8HRq3Egrs/s320/DSC01235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350543893452846722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look crap here. ignore the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/SkDzUPZd-fI/AAAAAAAAAGc/QMvC-IWMZos/s1600-h/DSC01261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/SkDzUPZd-fI/AAAAAAAAAGc/QMvC-IWMZos/s320/DSC01261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350543886372436466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, ignore the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/SkDzT8fDSZI/AAAAAAAAAGU/VgbdwaOoLJk/s1600-h/DSC01281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/SkDzT8fDSZI/AAAAAAAAAGU/VgbdwaOoLJk/s320/DSC01281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350543881295579538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee? :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/SkDzUe3VXrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/RP7GTVbPqgw/s1600-h/DSC01257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/SkDzUe3VXrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/RP7GTVbPqgw/s320/DSC01257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350543890524233394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh, we managed to solve the puzzle at the ACM :D&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went through peak hours and somehow managed not to get crushed by a stampede of office workers and headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man i was so pissed at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099504882562815400-8397176124280827061?l=adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/feeds/8397176124280827061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099504882562815400&amp;postID=8397176124280827061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/8397176124280827061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/8397176124280827061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/2009/06/die-you-die.html' title='Die you, Die'/><author><name>Heavenly Demise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104013830233217338</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/SkDfi3bq_CI/AAAAAAAAAE8/YPX7BgfLWpQ/s72-c/DSC01193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099504882562815400.post-6222522455115778809</id><published>2009-06-17T23:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T10:58:58.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOO?</title><content type='html'>Wee~&lt;div&gt;went to aswanee's void deck to do social studies project with well, aswanee, patsy, danial, zhen wei and bryan. after that aswanee and i went to takeaway for lunch and then watched Ellen at aswanee's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today went to Singapore Poly to help get some schedule for my mom's friend and then went to HarbourFront to book tickets and bla bla. After that, we went to banquet to eat our lunch and my uncle/auntie (i forgot who) called my mom to remind her that it was my grandmother's 70th birthday today. So we went to Bukit Gombak and bought her a small cake. At her house, i got bored and went outside to play with a stray mama cat and 3 baby kittens who lives by the staircase. Okay, the kittens were housed in a box so they don't go missing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/SjkG76gpNqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/TVqDL2dtxqU/s1600-h/DSC01182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/SjkG76gpNqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/TVqDL2dtxqU/s320/DSC01182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348313658867398306" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/SjkG8fwnk5I/AAAAAAAAAEU/d1U2cYG5Up0/s1600-h/DSC01191.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's Mama Cat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/SjkH3V8nnCI/AAAAAAAAAE0/uL39SBDMo-w/s1600-h/DSC01191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/SjkH3V8nnCI/AAAAAAAAAE0/uL39SBDMo-w/s320/DSC01191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348314679844772898" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kittens !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/SjkH3BZFTfI/AAAAAAAAAEs/A5cco5TJGx0/s1600-h/DSC01186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/SjkH3BZFTfI/AAAAAAAAAEs/A5cco5TJGx0/s320/DSC01186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348314674327014898" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More Kittens !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/SjkH3BOvQGI/AAAAAAAAAEk/NLkqM3INlXE/s1600-h/DSC01185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/SjkH3BOvQGI/AAAAAAAAAEk/NLkqM3INlXE/s320/DSC01185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348314674283626594" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And oh, kittens and a yellow ball :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna go City Hall tomorrow but no one's available &gt;:l damn it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ohoh, lit class is cancelled too :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and wee~ going indo on friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;oh, a7x's &lt;u&gt;almost easy&lt;/u&gt; is an official sountrack for transformers! woopee :x&lt;br /&gt;and ahh, me gained 3 freaking kilograms!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099504882562815400-6222522455115778809?l=adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/feeds/6222522455115778809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099504882562815400&amp;postID=6222522455115778809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/6222522455115778809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/6222522455115778809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/2009/06/moo.html' title='MOO?'/><author><name>Heavenly Demise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104013830233217338</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/SjkG76gpNqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/TVqDL2dtxqU/s72-c/DSC01182.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099504882562815400.post-897942779715448383</id><published>2009-06-13T14:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T15:14:43.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh God, No!</title><content type='html'>AHH D:&lt;br /&gt;Today shall officially labelled the suckiest day of my life!&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at around 9 and mom told me i need a haircut.&lt;br /&gt;Went to some salon and my mom told the person to give me some treatment thingy and cut my hair.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, my hair was up to my shoulder and my fringe was well, disastrous. &lt;u&gt;bangs&lt;/u&gt; ! I look like crapp D':&lt;br /&gt;My tuition teacher is so gna laugh at me later on. crap crap crap !&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how much wigs cost.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, i'm gna stare at myself in the mirror and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;try&lt;/span&gt; to make my hair nicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099504882562815400-897942779715448383?l=adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/feeds/897942779715448383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099504882562815400&amp;postID=897942779715448383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/897942779715448383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/897942779715448383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-god-no.html' title='Oh God, No!'/><author><name>Heavenly Demise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104013830233217338</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-4099504882562815400.post-6468123506616950601</id><published>2009-06-12T20:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T21:55:51.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drag Me To Hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/SjJeV6tul3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/dgDYn4zuSIE/s1600-h/DSC01126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/SjJeV6tul3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/dgDYn4zuSIE/s320/DSC01126.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346439438273517426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/SjJeVrv-3QI/AAAAAAAAADs/GOEDLHV-Gnc/s1600-h/DSC01123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/SjJeVrv-3QI/AAAAAAAAADs/GOEDLHV-Gnc/s320/DSC01123.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346439434256440578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bwahaha. Went to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Causeway Point&lt;/span&gt; yesterday with Sofia, Eunice and Aswanee to watch &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Drag Me To Hell&lt;/span&gt;. Aswanee and Sofia were screaming aloud [literally. they woke up some sleeping lady in another row], eunice cried at some 'touching scene' and I was laughing at them [and the movie].&lt;div&gt;Sound effects are very, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; scary but the scenes are just plain funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*spoiler alert*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really. Firsly, the creepy Ganush lady kept trying to french kiss Christina &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a lot of times&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She cursed Christina because of her own fault.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 'most feared demon', &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lamia_(mythology)"&gt;the lamia&lt;/a&gt; is a bunny-looking &lt;u&gt;goat&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christina and Ganush kept stuffing stuffs into each other's mouth. Ganush's handkerchief kept chasing Christina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The gypsy lady demanded 10k [if i'm not wrong] for her services to help chase away the spirit because she herself might die, which honestly just doesn't make sense. If she were to die, what's the point of the money?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, my favourite parts! When the lamia possessed a goat, the goat called some guy a bitch. And then it possessed that guy. That guy then floated around on top of a table and started tap dancing, laughing/singing "HA HA HA! HA HA HA!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And also at the cemetery. The body kept clinging onto Christina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, the twist at the very end. Cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But heh, it was worth it. Comedy/Horror, my favourite genres combined together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the movie, we went to Mac to eat and after that the library. Ahh, my fine was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;$21&lt;/span&gt;! Dammit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went home at around 7, ate dinner and went to religious class. Wee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up at 6am today for i don't know what reason. Lingered on bed until about 10pm and called Eunice to ask her about shooting. I didn't want to go, but I felt guilty not to D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in the end I decided to go. After tying my hair, my oh so beloved stomach decided to strike; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;diarrhoea&lt;/span&gt;. I called my mom to tell her to tell the teacher that I had diarrhoea if he/she called. In the end they called my dad, who has no clue about anything ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spent the entire day researching about Apocalypse, New World Order, Nibiru, Anti-Christ and er, back-masking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heh. found this on YouTube:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85);   line-height: 16px; font-family:calibri;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Luke 10:18 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I saw satan as lightning from heaven"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in hebrew, &lt;u&gt;lighting = barak&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;vau (conjunction like of or from) is known as u or O&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the &lt;u&gt;sky/heights (heaven) is bamah&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Jesus) "i saw satan as barak o bamah"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hebrew had to be revived for the End Times to begin and jesus knew some hebrew!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I know I should be doing my homework right now, but bluehk. I'll start some other day. Okay, I'm gna continue writing my 'book'. Still at chapter 1 -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099504882562815400-6468123506616950601?l=adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/feeds/6468123506616950601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099504882562815400&amp;postID=6468123506616950601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/6468123506616950601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/6468123506616950601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/2009/06/drag-me-to-hell.html' title='Drag Me To Hell'/><author><name>Heavenly Demise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104013830233217338</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/SjJeV6tul3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/dgDYn4zuSIE/s72-c/DSC01126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099504882562815400.post-448519607974875890</id><published>2009-06-10T20:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T22:35:52.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Silent Journey</title><content type='html'>Wee. Went to &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Lot 1&lt;/span&gt; to meet &lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Christianne&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Pearl&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Priscilla&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt; yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Went to arcade and then watch &lt;span style="color:magenta;"&gt;Terminator Salvation&lt;/span&gt;. Quite an 'okay' movie, though the previous installments were better. Christianne fell asleep halfway ._.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we bought &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Combo 3&lt;/span&gt;; 2 large pepsi and 1 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hugee&lt;/span&gt; cup/box of popcorn and didn't finish them -.-&lt;br /&gt;After that we did a lot of slacking. oh, and attacking each other with bananas, pigs, pandas and dogs.&lt;br /&gt;Went home at around 5.45p.m.&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at 6.30, ate dinner, took quick shower and went for religious class.&lt;br /&gt;Dead tired i tell you. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dead. tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home, called &lt;span style="color:orange;"&gt;Aswanee&lt;/span&gt; and wee; drifted off to lalaland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;leadership trainin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:red;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;. Zoey and Hui Min were missing from our group, so only Crish, Darishna, Aswanee and I were left. Designed a poster. In the end, our group, eunice's group and some sec 2 group 'won' the thingy and our posters are gna be put up around school. bwahaha i can't wait to see eunice's face &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all around&lt;/span&gt; sch xD&lt;br /&gt;oh, we had to prepared a speech and i screwed up ._. eep !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook addict; took quizzes and wee, real ethnicity is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;n&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;, real nationality is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; and I speak &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; English. Yay ! I'm a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;n&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; speaking &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; English =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bwahaha, short post &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and i can't wait for tomorrow. and another outing, maybe :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Drag me to hell~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;333&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/4099504882562815400-448519607974875890?l=adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/feeds/448519607974875890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099504882562815400&amp;postID=448519607974875890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/448519607974875890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/448519607974875890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/2009/06/silent-journey.html' title='The Silent Journey'/><author><name>Heavenly Demise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104013830233217338</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-4099504882562815400.post-4047622395808499352</id><published>2009-06-06T14:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T16:09:16.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy blogger</title><content type='html'>wee. lazy to post. ok. let me summarise everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;3rd June 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to Mussy!&lt;br /&gt;aswanee bought a cake for shahirah and after the maths camp, eunice, sofia, aswanee, danial and i held a small celebration at the canteen for her. had to buy 2 lighters after sathia broke aswanee's and i broke the second one.&lt;br /&gt;danial was chasing eunice with the lighter and she was squeeling in fear ._.&lt;br /&gt;after the celebration eunice, shahirah and i went shooting while aswanee and danial went home.&lt;br /&gt;shooting was okay, for once O_O&lt;br /&gt;shooting improved, wee hoo !&lt;br /&gt;after shooting, we met sofia, who just finished bio and decided to go lake park for a run. or at least, eunice and shahirah ran. sofia and i climbed the pyramid thingamajig.&lt;br /&gt;sofia was scared stiff but eventually made it. yay her.&lt;br /&gt;after screaming a lot [ok, i yell], we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;4th and 5th June 2009&lt;/div&gt;Leadership training. fun fun fun ! :D&lt;br /&gt;we had go around jurong point to ask for signatures to support world leukaemia day or something on the 5th. Darishna and i took turn to wear the orange nose we were given. It fits my nose ! yay ! But God, Singaporeans are selfish. They don't even want to give their signature. I mean, WE'RE NOT ASKING FOR MONEY.&lt;br /&gt;After the thingy, we went to Banquet to eat. Aswanee, Darishna and I ate dessert [ice cream xD] as we already had our breakfast earlier.&lt;br /&gt;Bla bla bla, saw the ncc guys after training. Sathia scolded me for accidentally calling him in the morning and Aswanee gt scolded for not coming for geog.&lt;br /&gt;and weee, can't wait for the 9th :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ignoring me isn't gna work, you fool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099504882562815400-4047622395808499352?l=adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/feeds/4047622395808499352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099504882562815400&amp;postID=4047622395808499352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/4047622395808499352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/4047622395808499352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/2009/06/lazy-blogger.html' title='lazy blogger'/><author><name>Heavenly Demise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104013830233217338</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-4099504882562815400.post-6123879304102041287</id><published>2009-05-26T21:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T16:15:13.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida La Vivo ! :D</title><content type='html'>weee~ asknlearn ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 4 and tried to sneak out of my room to do asknlearn... unsuccesfully -.-&lt;br /&gt;Re-woke up at around 7.00 after my parents left for work and did asknlearn with Danial. Mr Neo called sometime later to why I didn't log in[[I did, I did !]] and after some yadida, we decided that it was a shitty bug. And then I told him that I didn't receive the malay quiz and lesson but instead got chinese =.=&lt;br /&gt;He told me to wait until 11.45 for the lesson to appear, if not well, I don't have to do it :D&lt;br /&gt;While waiting, I took a very looooong shower and almost slipped while jumping inside ._.&lt;br /&gt;Dressed up, got ready bla di da, did the malay quiz thing and left the house to meet Aswanee at Bukit Gombak and then to Jurong East to meet Danial.&lt;br /&gt;Wee~&lt;br /&gt;Went to Vivo City and watched &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;The Uninvited&lt;/span&gt;. The movie was awesomeee :D&lt;br /&gt;Not that scary, really. Sound effects make you jump, but it doesnt stay in the head.&lt;br /&gt;Confusing at first, but great ! Danial's gna watch it again tomorrow :o&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the movie, there were giggles from the back row for some weird reason, and Danial and Aswanee were hiding their faces ._.&lt;br /&gt;Ohoh ! They used vulgarities :x And it's PG. Slumdog millionaire was NC16 =.=&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we wanted to go to Singapore River but decided that it was already too late. So instead, we went to IMM to buy 'dinner'. Experienced sugar rush, went mad and then dead tired. Horrible.&lt;br /&gt;We then walked Aswanee to the MRT station and then went to the bus stop behind the library. Danial's bus came first and I was stuck over there like an idiot for like what, 30 minutes after Danial's bus? Was so damn late -.-&lt;br /&gt;Got down the bus and nearly got hit by a taxi, ran home, showered and ate dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Feel. So. Tired.&lt;br /&gt;Going to Jurong Point with my mom tomorrow to do er, stuffs :S&lt;br /&gt;wee, that gives me the excuse to wake up at 4 to do asknlearn. bwahaha !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for this Friday ! I am sooo doooooommmedddd D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099504882562815400-6123879304102041287?l=adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/feeds/6123879304102041287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099504882562815400&amp;postID=6123879304102041287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/6123879304102041287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/6123879304102041287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/2009/05/vida-la-vivo-d.html' title='Vida La Vivo ! :D'/><author><name>Heavenly Demise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104013830233217338</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-4099504882562815400.post-2353781810331548537</id><published>2009-05-19T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T16:17:13.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on the last day of exams...[12 days of x'mas tune :D]</title><content type='html'>Aha, im so gna pass A-maths with flying colours!&lt;br /&gt;im so doooooooomed .__.&lt;br /&gt;Today after A-maths Eunice and I accompanied Aswanee to Jurong Polyclinic. Aha, she got stomach flu. Waited for 1 freaking hour and doing stupid things. Eunice deleted two of my pictures from my phone [[a pic of an ice cream]] and offered to pay for the cost of the ice cream. Aha, used that money for Mac :x We found Sofia at the polyclinic. Or rather, Sofia found us.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we sent Aswanee home. She was half dead throughout the whole journey. Eunice was holding her hand for support and Sofia and I were talking about er, stuffs :x&lt;br /&gt;Bla bla bla, at Aswanee's house, forced her to eat something before taking the medicine and then realised that the medicine had to be taken before the food -.- shitty medicine.&lt;br /&gt;Sofia, Eunice and I then went to Mac, where I used the ice cream money and then took train to Chinese Garden. We had a short walk there and then stood by the zebra crossing and chatted :x&lt;br /&gt;When Eunice said she had to go home, Sofia and I sprang to action; begging [[okay, I was begging]] Eunice to not go home so early [[it was 4.30 :S]]. Eventually we went to Eunice's house and crapped with her sister until about 6.15. I was reading a comic about cyber wellness or something. Eh heh, it was entertaining. Sofia and I battled with Sam the teddy bear and Spongebob and then Eunice and Sofia were yelling 'High Five' .__.&lt;br /&gt;When we wanted to go home, Eunice's dad came back and talked to us about er, studies, results, priorities and the delicious fish head at Jurong xD&lt;br /&gt;And then, as we were wearing our shoes, Eunice's mom came back home. She gave us ice cream. Thanks auntie ! :D&lt;br /&gt;We ate ate ate and er, decided on where to go tomorrow. Not the movies [[we're waiting for Aswanee and Darishna for that !]], not vivo, not the oh-so-fun escape, not east coast.&lt;br /&gt;After the ice cream, Eunice, Sofia and I walked to the traffic light and then said our goodbyes and parted :x&lt;br /&gt;It was about 6.30 at that time and urgh, that meant peak hours :l So this smart ass girl decided to WALK home. It took about 1 hour to reach my little piece of haven. Listen to a7x on the way home, almost got hit by a bicycle, and smsed Christianne. My bill's gna be a bomb .__.&lt;br /&gt;We're meeting on 4th and 10th, wee~ and I can't wait to get my hands on that shitty guy. Thank your lucky stars this blog is almost family friendly, so no harsh vulgarities [['ass' is an exception]]. It was like, what, 7.30 when I reached home, knackered like maddd. Ate my dinner, took shower, drooled over some stuffs and planned with Eunice and Sofia on where to go.&lt;br /&gt;Not. Working. Out. Well.&lt;br /&gt;I suggested Bird Park 'cos it's nearer to home, and Eunice was happy with the idea, but then I thought, "WHAT IS THERE TO ENTERTAIN US FOR THE WHOLE FREAKING DAY?" and then suggested Sungai Buloh and the Death Valley *-* [[obviously I was joking when I suggested that :l]]&lt;br /&gt;Asked Danial for er, places and he came up with Sentosa. Butbut, nothing much to do with 3 people who can't swim, and 2 who can't ride the bike, and er, afraid of heights? Ahh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;The Red House Museum&lt;/span&gt; is closed on Wednesday and Vivo can't entertain us enough.&lt;br /&gt;And now Eunice said she don't want to go out tomorrow because she feels guilty about leaving our sick friends behind :S&lt;br /&gt;We're not going out tomorrow. That leaves me rotting at home, worrying about exams.&lt;br /&gt;Going to Lake Park for a long loooonggg walk tomorrow alone. Anyone wanna join me? :l&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Aha, just found out some guy drowned at Japanese Garden today. Too bad I didn't see anything while at Chinese Garden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And eh, Eunice, remind me to pay you back :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099504882562815400-2353781810331548537?l=adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/feeds/2353781810331548537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099504882562815400&amp;postID=2353781810331548537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/2353781810331548537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/2353781810331548537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/2009/05/on-last-day-of-exams12-days-of-xmas.html' title='on the last day of exams...[12 days of x&apos;mas tune :D]'/><author><name>Heavenly Demise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104013830233217338</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-4099504882562815400.post-7412981583304764408</id><published>2009-05-09T12:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T16:18:13.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for the World to Wake Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cco_IlYuqN0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cco_IlYuqN0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="399" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehee,as you can see I've become a YouTube addict :S&lt;br /&gt;Been listening to war songs lately. Got emotional -.-&lt;br /&gt;My voice kinda came back, in a squeaky, mousey way.&lt;br /&gt;Posts will continue being short until exams are over.&lt;span style="font-size: 78%; font-style: italic;"&gt;so many things for you to decipher in my head...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099504882562815400-7412981583304764408?l=adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/feeds/7412981583304764408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099504882562815400&amp;postID=7412981583304764408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/7412981583304764408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/7412981583304764408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/2009/05/time-for-world-to-wake-up.html' title='Time for the World to Wake Up'/><author><name>Heavenly Demise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104013830233217338</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-4099504882562815400.post-2814788001420904536</id><published>2009-05-08T20:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T12:11:31.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoodle ley hee hoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/55kRKvK4AgM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/55kRKvK4AgM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="399" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha, she's awesome :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I officially lost my voice today... or night.&lt;br /&gt;Whichever you prefer, really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099504882562815400-2814788001420904536?l=adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/feeds/2814788001420904536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099504882562815400&amp;postID=2814788001420904536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/2814788001420904536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/2814788001420904536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/2009/05/yoodle-ley-hee-hoo.html' title='Yoodle ley hee hoo!'/><author><name>Heavenly Demise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104013830233217338</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-4099504882562815400.post-150950675322488793</id><published>2009-05-07T20:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T16:27:12.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swineyy :D</title><content type='html'>The H1N1 virus went from orange alert to yellow :o&lt;br /&gt;I feel sorry for those who wish that it would go to red [[school will close if it goes red]].&lt;br /&gt;Today, as usual, I met Aswanee at Lakeside at went to the shop to buy strepsils and then walked to school. It was NPCC day. Bla bla bla, in class, bla bla bluekh, talked to Rifdy during A Maths, took temperature and it was 37.6 :l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After A Maths was lit. I felt horrible there, and so frigging cold. I took my temperature again and it was 38.2 &amp;gt;:l Shahirah told Ms Straaten I was sick and I elbowed her hard. Thank God Ms Straaten allowed me to stay in class. I was 10% conscious, 50% dying in pain and 40% dead during the lesson and Shahirah helped me copy down notes. Thanks :D&lt;br /&gt;After that was recess. I was with Nandhini, Vaithegi and Aswanee outside the HOD room, insisting that I stay in school. I won in the end. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;Then it was A Maths again. I felt extremely horrible and my head was aching like mad. Staring blankly at the whiteboard while Mr Ngien was talking, not absorbing every single thing he said. I felt like puking. Took my temperature [[again!]] and it was 39.3 ._.&lt;br /&gt;After the lesson I told Mr Ngien that I wanted to go to the sick bay. He sent me down to the General Office and they took my temperature again -.- It was 38.5&lt;br /&gt;Mr Jensen was questioning me :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;When did your fever start?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Have you been in contact with anyone who just travelled overseas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Is anyone is your family sick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Have you been to the needlework room to have your temperature taken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thinks I have swine flu :x&lt;br /&gt;They said it was high and I had to go home D:&lt;br /&gt;And I can't take pictures with Ms Chen #*&amp;amp;$*(#^$@&lt;br /&gt;They called my mom and told me to fetch me home. I was resting my head on the table and then headed to the guard post. I had to wear a mask. Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;When my mom came, I went inside the taxi and my mom was yelling at me &amp;gt;:l She was yelling louder when I told her that I got sick because of her [[She's sick too]]. She's in denial :l&lt;br /&gt;Then dad accused me of getting wet in the rain and not bringing an umbrella to school. @*#&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;I bring my umbrella to school!&lt;br /&gt;When we were at Wespoint Hospital, I had to take my temperature again and fill out a form.&lt;br /&gt;Are you having fever, sore throat, running nose?&lt;br /&gt;Have you or anyone around you been to overseas countries recently?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm :l&lt;br /&gt;After I filled in the form I had to go to the febrile area -.-&lt;br /&gt;Defination:&lt;br /&gt;Febrile - adj. Of, relating to, or characterized by fever; feverish.&lt;br /&gt;Bla bla bla, talked to the doctor, shivering like mad, went out of the hospital and stood under sunlight to feel warm.&lt;br /&gt;Went home, changed, ate porridge, medicine and fell into deeeeep slumber [[until 6.00p.m.]]&lt;br /&gt;Woke up, bathe, called Aswanee and she was filling me about events in the school.&lt;br /&gt;She then had to bath to prepare herself to go to Mac with her sister. After we hung up, I heated up my porridge and ate in silence [[My mom went to Sheng Siong with my maid]]. The atmosphere was creeeepy. I feel like I'm in some post-apocalyptic state :S&lt;br /&gt;After my dinner, I turned on my computer and er, blogged. Ehee, I'm going to take my medicine and die in my sleep. Byeee~&lt;br /&gt;Yuckk, my mom just gave me medicine. Cough medicine sucks. Redbull tastes like cough medicine. How can people like that drink?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099504882562815400-150950675322488793?l=adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/feeds/150950675322488793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099504882562815400&amp;postID=150950675322488793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/150950675322488793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/150950675322488793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/2009/05/h1n1-virus-went-from-orange-alert-to.html' title='Swineyy :D'/><author><name>Heavenly Demise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104013830233217338</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-4099504882562815400.post-4519884360333547264</id><published>2009-04-06T16:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T16:33:30.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.wordle.net/gallery/wrdl/727049/Patches_of_Life" title="Wordle: Patches of Life"&gt;&lt;img alt="Wordle: Patches of Life" src="http://www.wordle.net/thumb/wrdl/727049/Patches_of_Life" style="border: 1px solid rgb(221, 221, 221); padding: 4px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, just finished eating and I did this just now.&lt;br /&gt;website courtesy of Ms Straaten :D&lt;br /&gt;okayy... Firstly, about yesterday's picture, FOR GOODNESS SAKE, IT'S NOT MY ASS!!!&lt;br /&gt;And oh ya, did I mention that the reason I didn't get any cure for my pityriasis was because he said that the only cure was steroids? He wasn't keen on it, and neither was I .__.&lt;br /&gt;And okay, today was a typical, below-average, boring day -.-&lt;br /&gt;Wrote an 'appeal' [[it's more of crap]] to YouTube yesterday regarding them and WMG [[Warner Music Group]]. I had to read the whole of YouTube's terms and conditions to prove my point. Head. Hurts. Too. Much. Legal. Sounding. Things. In. There.&lt;br /&gt;Geez, it's saddening to see all WMG's videos being taken down.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm currently suffering from A7X addiction again. I want a pic with themmmm!&lt;br /&gt;If you people hate them just don't comment about them to me. You might not be in one piece after that.&lt;br /&gt;Weee~ Okay I need to find someone to follow me to their oncoming concert. Anyone? D:&lt;br /&gt;I'll die if I miss this concert, I missed last year's one and they sang a song just for us :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"Woke up in the morning today&lt;br /&gt;What did I see?&lt;br /&gt;I saw some weed saying:&lt;br /&gt;"Come and smoke me"&lt;br /&gt;So I did, I smoked it.&lt;br /&gt;Rolled it up and sucked it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up in the morning today&lt;br /&gt;What did I see&lt;br /&gt;I saw some coke saying&lt;br /&gt;"Come and sniff me"&lt;br /&gt;So I did, I sniffed it.&lt;br /&gt;Lined it up and I whiffed it "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny and sounds so Bob Marley-ey x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahaha, a7x addiction&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099504882562815400-4519884360333547264?l=adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/feeds/4519884360333547264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099504882562815400&amp;postID=4519884360333547264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/4519884360333547264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/4519884360333547264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/2009/04/hah-just-finished-eating-and-i-did-this.html' title='Addiction'/><author><name>Heavenly Demise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104013830233217338</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-4099504882562815400.post-3889367077776998841</id><published>2009-04-04T12:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T16:29:48.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pity-whaat?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vD4OnHCRd_4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vD4OnHCRd_4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="390" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyahaha, I love Titanic. I love the Jack Dawson [[aka the young Leonardo DiCaprio]] :]&lt;br /&gt;Hollywood should shoot this thing!&lt;br /&gt;Back to my life.&lt;br /&gt;Went to my Family clinic this morning. Doctor diagnosed me with pityriasis. Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;The Nurse person was creepy. She kept insisting that I grew so fast and the last time she remembered seeing me when I was a fat(ter), chubby baby. AHH!&lt;br /&gt;Doctor said that my pityriasis could stay for as long as 6 months. AHHHH!!!!! }:&lt;br /&gt;Then went to West Coast to buy two tins of paint. I'm painting my entire house tomorrow. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll paint it very, very light green since very, very, light blue doesn't go well [[hah. my dad doesn't approve of my bright pink room D: He kept insisting that it looks like a burning temple]]&lt;br /&gt;Went home and applied medication and turned on the computer. Watched Titanic [[nyaha, he really is cute in Titanic :B]] and then fear for tuition at 6.30 later on.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I want my tutor to see my scribbled textbook. eep .__. that's not a good way to create a first impression. GAH. &lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/2/25/PLEVA.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/2/25/PLEVA.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 364px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Hah,my body is something like that .__.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;And for those who didn't know, THAT'S NOT MY BODY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I got it from Wikipedia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Wahaha, I'm off to continue editing my blogskin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;And great news, I don't have to go to NUH to see Mr Dermatologist! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099504882562815400-3889367077776998841?l=adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/feeds/3889367077776998841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099504882562815400&amp;postID=3889367077776998841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/3889367077776998841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/3889367077776998841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/2009/04/pity-whaat.html' title='Pity-whaat?'/><author><name>Heavenly Demise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104013830233217338</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-4099504882562815400.post-5460224799079969153</id><published>2009-04-01T14:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T16:36:28.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NUH!</title><content type='html'>ahaha, i'm not at school :B&lt;br /&gt;I went to Westpoint Hospital yesterday because my eczema infection thingy didn't get any better. Doctor decided to refer me to a specialist at NUH because my rash didn't go away after a week, even with doctor's medication. He then asked the nurse to give me a jab to get rid of the itching. Sure, I sat on the bed while the nurse prepared all the stuffs. That was when I got reminded of Mr Nazri's story during Social Studies: Because of the fashion of wearing sleeveless shirts, doctors decided to jab people in the behind so that those who have marks after getting jab-ed won't have visible scars anymore. Yes people, if you're thinking what I'm thinking, then you're right.&lt;br /&gt;I GOT JAB-ED IN THE ASS !&lt;br /&gt;Heh, ass hurts. Leg cramp. Doctor gave me an MC for today so that I could see the specialist guy. When we were waiting for the nurse to give me the MC, medicines and letter of referral to NUH, my mom was admiring herself in the phone [[she scares me at times too]].&lt;br /&gt;Went home and called Aswanee to inform her I'm not going to school tomorrow and hearing her yell at me before I crashed totally. Yes, the jab in my butt had a drowsy effect. Surprising how fast it takes to knock me down. Didn't wake up until 11.00a.m. today. And my mom then told me something about the specialist appointment: Appointment fully booked. I have to wait until 17 April 2009 to go see him -.-&lt;br /&gt;I MISSED A DAY OF SCHOOL, TEST AND ASSEMBLY FOR NOTHING !?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Ate breakfast/lunch and then turned on the computer and did some research on the 2012 controversy  [[hah yes, I'm obsessed with that thing and Planet X/Nibiru :D]] and chatted with Apollonia. Hah, she was sick, too.&lt;br /&gt;weee, wearing national day tee and fbt now. bored. very bored. extremely bored. bored to tears. beyond bored. dead.&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm gna work on my blog. It still has Tiffany's name on it :x and no Cbox, song etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099504882562815400-5460224799079969153?l=adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/feeds/5460224799079969153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099504882562815400&amp;postID=5460224799079969153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/5460224799079969153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/5460224799079969153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/2009/03/ahaha-im-not-at-school-b-i-went-to.html' title='NUH!'/><author><name>Heavenly Demise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104013830233217338</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-4099504882562815400.post-2059853045081237088</id><published>2009-03-11T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T16:39:59.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doomedd</title><content type='html'>Hee. Doing A Maths now.&lt;br /&gt;God, I can dieee ! Nearly sunk into eternal depression and was listening to Alesana :x&lt;br /&gt;And then Eunice introduced me to Run by Leona Lewis [I'm addicted].&lt;br /&gt;And oh ya, I found this poem written by someone or something. Don't mind the english; I just left it the way I found it.&lt;m:smallfrac val="off"&gt;    &lt;m:dispdef&gt;    &lt;m:lmargin val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:rmargin val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:defjc val="centerGroup"&gt;    &lt;m:wrapindent val="1440"&gt;    &lt;m:intlim val="subSup"&gt;    &lt;m:narylim val="undOvr"&gt;   &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt; &lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:"Cambria Math";  panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4;  mso-font-charset:1;  mso-generic-font-family:roman;  mso-font-format:other;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:0 0 0 0 0 0;} @font-face  {font-family:Calibri;  panose-1:2 15 5 2 2 2 4 3 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:swiss;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:-1610611985 1073750139 0 0 159 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-unhide:no;  mso-style-qformat:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  margin-top:0cm;  margin-right:0cm;  margin-bottom:10.0pt;  margin-left:0cm;  line-height:120%;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:11.0pt;  font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";  mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;  mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;  mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;  mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;  mso-fareast-language:EN-US;} .MsoChpDefault  {mso-style-type:export-only;  mso-default-props:yes;  mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;  mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;  mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;  mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;  mso-fareast-language:EN-US;} .MsoPapDefault  {mso-style-type:export-only;  margin-bottom:10.0pt;  line-height:120%;} @page Section1  {size:595.3pt 841.9pt;  margin:72.0pt 72.0pt 72.0pt 72.0pt;  mso-header-margin:35.4pt;  mso-footer-margin:35.4pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Am I so stupid to wait for you,&lt;br /&gt;But then I still waiting,&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much you ignored me,&lt;br /&gt;and break my heart,&lt;br /&gt;I will waiting for you,&lt;br /&gt;Because I know loving you,&lt;br /&gt;Is just like breathing the air,&lt;br /&gt;How could I ever stop?&lt;/div&gt;My 'Holiday Planning' file [Microsoft Words] suddenly turned into this poem.&lt;br /&gt;Creepy.&lt;br /&gt;And I found a video saying:&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;This is the part where you are supposed to scream...&lt;/div&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Better take out your coffins kid, cos that's where you're sleeping tonight!&lt;/div&gt;It's actually just a song, but imagine seeing that poem and the video near midnight.&lt;br /&gt;As for the poem, it's still a mystery, but it creeps me out, especially because I was sitting beside a widely open window with a view from the 16th storey ._.&lt;br /&gt;No one touched my laptop, so no one could have written that poem...&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now, I'm going to continue doing my homework :x&lt;br /&gt;But before that, today I went to Jurong Point to eat with Shahirah. After that, we wanted to buy dessert, but we were totally cash/coinless [Ok, Shahirah had 20cents]. As usual, I burned my eye again by rubbing them with my hands which just touched chilli ._.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we took 246 home. God, I love indian drivers. They drive fast :D A group of chinese boys also boarded the bus. When Shahirah and I got down they said bye :l&lt;br /&gt;I gave them the 'Do I know you' look and Shahirah just said bye back. When we got down the bus, they were still waving at us. Weirdos. That was when Shahirah and I burst into fits of uncontrollable laughter [Ok, maybe that was just me].&lt;br /&gt;Went home, slept, played with psp, bathe, watched Okto Animal Night and then did homeworks [Yes, it was quite late when I actually started. 10p.m. to be exact] Chatted with Eunice on MSN and almost cried due to stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Holiday Timetable:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330099;"&gt;Sat - Go To Indonesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #66cccc;"&gt;Sun - Still in Indonesia. Coming back at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330099;"&gt;Mon - Bio supplementary/e-maths supplementary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #66cccc;"&gt;Tue - Physics supplementary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330099;"&gt;Wed - No idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #66cccc;"&gt;Thurs - No idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330099;"&gt;Fri - No idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #66cccc;"&gt;Sat - No idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330099;"&gt;Sun - prepare for school [rush for homeworks]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;unconfirmed dates:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;f&amp;amp;n supplementary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;TRIP TO ESCAPE [yay to free tickets!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;TRIP TO SENTOSA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for holidays. I've been a sleep deprived idiot for 3 months ._.&lt;br /&gt;The power of a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;first-class education&lt;/span&gt; [as said by the Staits Times] :x&lt;br /&gt;And the power of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt; pile of homeworks!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now I'm going to continue with my homework. Byee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[PS, to know what time I'll be sleeping, add approximately 2 hours after the time given for this post. And I have to wake up at 5.30p.m. ._. That leaves me with what, 4 and a half hours of sleep? So much of my at least 7-8 hours sleep resolution]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099504882562815400-2059853045081237088?l=adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/feeds/2059853045081237088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099504882562815400&amp;postID=2059853045081237088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/2059853045081237088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/2059853045081237088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/2009/03/hee.html' title='Doomedd'/><author><name>Heavenly Demise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104013830233217338</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-4099504882562815400.post-8579152958336393087</id><published>2009-02-28T21:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T16:41:38.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP</title><content type='html'>Hee. Blog dead :D&lt;br /&gt;ok, this shall be my shortest post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to die from a tidal wave of homework.&lt;br /&gt;Shahirah, Tarani and I took 98 rounding on Thursday and nearly got caught by the bus driver :x&lt;br /&gt;Aswanee, Shahirah and I reminised about camp on Friday and Mr Neo told us to go home at Lakeside MRT Station and Ms Straaten commented on my email add and me in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Shahirah and I went for a walk at some foresty area near Japanese Garden. Shahirah then wanted to pee and we had to powerwalk all the way to Chinese Garden to go to the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Jurong Point to buy clothes, shoes and socks on Saturday with my mom :D&lt;br /&gt;and Ms Straaten rock :B&lt;br /&gt;Heard some news at 10.00p.m. Unfortunate. Death, an upsetting piece of news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self:&lt;br /&gt;Blog more often.&lt;br /&gt;Post more longer err... posts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099504882562815400-8579152958336393087?l=adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/feeds/8579152958336393087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099504882562815400&amp;postID=8579152958336393087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/8579152958336393087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/8579152958336393087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/2009/02/hee.html' title='RIP'/><author><name>Heavenly Demise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104013830233217338</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-4099504882562815400.post-5892963675042918096</id><published>2008-12-29T22:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T16:45:32.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indonesia !</title><content type='html'>woo ! i'm in Indonesia now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 5.00 today to prepare and stuffs and left at around 7? Reached Harbour Front as about 7.30 and waiting until about 8.15 for the gates to open and bla bla bla...&lt;br /&gt;I sms-ed Eunice and Shahirah about my departure and called Aswanee, as I promised. I miss you too. I miss the whole Hiprotage !&lt;br /&gt;In the ferry, there was this guy who was sitting in front of us, well, facing us [[it was a table area]]. I was playing Sudoku on my phone while my maid took a video of the sea [[she's weird. all throughout the video you just see the sea, nothing else. no islands, just a few cargo ships]].&lt;br /&gt;The guy was reading a newspaper and after a while, he took out his phone and started pointing the camera towards me. And after a while you can hear a snapping sound -.- and a few more snapping sounds... and then more... I quickly looked at him at he was staring at me, ahh !&lt;br /&gt;After a while he changed the camera direction to my maid -.- PERV. ALERT !&lt;br /&gt;Bla bla bla, maid got held up at immigration because her white card or something was missing. Cost her $10 SGD to get a new card.&lt;br /&gt;Bla bla bla... went to hotel, stayed at the executive suite [[my mother can claim $ from her company :x]] and ate our lunch, and after about an hour, we decided to go swimming. My mother was paranoid about our belongings being stolen, so we decided to put it in a safe. It was funny when we couldn't open it afterwards :B Everything was ok in the end [[the hotel staff had to come out and unlock the safe with his key thingy]] and we went to the pool.&lt;br /&gt;At that time, there were kids having some swimming lessons conducted by the life guard so we occupied a tiny area in the corner [[the 1.25m area. 1.85m will kill me]].&lt;br /&gt;Now, time to share a secret that most of you might know [[in that case, it's not a secret, is it?]]; I can't swim D:&lt;br /&gt;My mother and her friend was trying to teacher me how to swim. I can move my legs, but I can't stay afloat :l And I almost drowned at one point of time :x&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to the jacuzzi; boiling hot ! it was torturous trying to get in. But it was okay after a while :D In fact, we didn't want to leave in the end, but somehow, we managed :D and my mom and her friend wanted to go to the sauna ._. My mom's friend made the place freakin' hot ! My mom and maid left first because they couldn't stand the heat, I left a few minutes later, and my mother's friend left when we turned off the steam thingy, which was 10 minutes later...&lt;br /&gt;We returned to our hotel room and bathe and then took a rest while I tried to get a connection, but to no avail D: At around 4.30 Singapore time, we left to a shopping centre and shopped like mad people, or at least, my mother, her friend and my maid did. I was stuck in a salon while they dyed back my hair D:While waiting for my dye to work its magic, my mother came back and accompanied me while my maid went crazy at the bookshop. The hair dresser talked to my mom and said that she was pretty and stuff and then she asked: 'are you a body builder?' fun-neee !&lt;br /&gt;After i dyed my hair b(l)ack, we had dinner and then my maid and I bought sun glasses :x After that, my mom bought some snacks and then we went home, and then I got an internet cable from the receptionist and plugged it into my laptop and viola ! Here I am blogging :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go swimming and into the jacuzzi again tomorrow one hour after breakfast :D&lt;br /&gt;byeee~ !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do i tell you how i feel? D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099504882562815400-5892963675042918096?l=adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/feeds/5892963675042918096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099504882562815400&amp;postID=5892963675042918096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/5892963675042918096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/5892963675042918096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/2008/12/woo-im-in-indonesia-now-d-woke-up-at-5.html' title='Indonesia !'/><author><name>Heavenly Demise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104013830233217338</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-4099504882562815400.post-1871416511676635164</id><published>2008-12-23T22:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T23:58:15.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hehe, hopefully this will be a long post :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Went to school with Tarani today to buy uniforms. Saw Mr Chin outside of school and a new security guard? Heh, after that, we waited outside school for Shahirah and Tarani was getting hungry [[typical]]. I helped by tempting her by describing foods and heh, it did the trick :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;When Shahirah arrived, we went to Mac and talked, and then at last, we ordered food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tarani: Mega McSpicy Meal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Shahirah: Mc Chicken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Quraisha: Double Cheeseburger Meal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Heh, okay la, Tarani didn't buy Mega McSpicy, just the normal sized one :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;After we ate, Shahirah made her instant death formula with Chilli Sauce, Curry Sauce, Salt, Pepper and the receipt heh. The design was nice, but i can't agree with the taste, not that i've tried it. Didn't want to risk my life :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;After that, we went to sit outside Mac and started on our homeworks. Or at least, we did our homeworks for about 5 minutes. Then we started talking about next year, our classmates, teachers etc. omg, the horror ! ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;After that, we went to Jurong East Library to return my books and maybe borrow books, but sadly, Twilight is On Loan, On Load again, Reserved, On Loan, On Loan, you get the point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;We went to Children's Section, read some funny books [[one of them was about an appendix. It was retarded -.-]] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;At around 6, we left the library and went to Popular to buy my book wrapper :D Saw Twilight books. 20% Discount. U.P is $13.90, i think. cheap ! :O Didn't buy though. Maybe next time :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Walked towards the bus stop near the library and took 178 home. Or at least, Tarani and I went home. Shahirah haf to meet her mother and sister at Jurong Point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;When I reached home, I bathed, ate my dinner and then tried to do my Geog. homework. I don't know wheter I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; do it or not, because on the top, it said : Submit to your geography Teacher in 2009. I'm not taking Geography :l Oh well, decided to do book review instead. But as I opened Microsoft Words, I decided to blog instead :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;So, here i am... blogging... instead of doing homework...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;And I'm leaving for Indonesia on 29th Dec, and never coming bac &gt;:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;And woo hoo ! My post is quite long today, and to make it longer, I'm going to list my book reviews :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;+Confessions of a Shopaholic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;+Shopaholic Abroad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;+Ten Things I Hate About Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;+The Revenge of The Wizard's Ghost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;+Heartland [[if i can write about it]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;+Shopaholic and Baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;[[just incase I can't write about the Heartland book, I'm gna write about Apocalyspe 2012, if that's possible, too :l]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099504882562815400-1871416511676635164?l=adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/feeds/1871416511676635164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099504882562815400&amp;postID=1871416511676635164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/1871416511676635164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/1871416511676635164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/2008/12/hehe-hopefully-this-will-be-long-post-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Heavenly Demise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104013830233217338</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-4099504882562815400.post-2003668076602641167</id><published>2008-12-21T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T23:48:37.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Okay... Today was a typical day to begin with. Woke up at 11.30 because my mom wasn't at home [[woo !]] and then brushed my teeth etc. and that was when &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt; hit me. Exactly 4 more years for that little piece of theory to come true :D After that i had my breakfast and turned on the computer. Chatted with quite a number of people [[which is weird since only a few talk to me usually]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And ahh ! I've started listening to Alesana. I mainly chatted with Syafiq abt... some stuffs. Then bla bla bla... Mom called saying that lift was spoilt LOL [[She just came back from work at 8.30]]. My maid when to check and the lift and guess what ! The whole corridor was dark. Uh huh, plain dark. That means that my mother is stuck downstairs, in a dark, dark void deck. Which is sooo cool :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;She couldn't go up to the 16th floor because her leg got some problems and... it was too high. So bla bla bla... In the end some guy fixed the lift and she went back home safe and soun. The whole block was dark until about... 11.00p.m. maybe? And yea... While blogging, talked to Syafiq and Aswanee on the phone. After that talked to Eunice when Aswanee had to go. Dad was standing by his bedroom door and staring at me while I'm blogging all this.. So yea.. gtg ! bye !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099504882562815400-2003668076602641167?l=adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/feeds/2003668076602641167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099504882562815400&amp;postID=2003668076602641167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/2003668076602641167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/2003668076602641167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/2008/12/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Heavenly Demise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104013830233217338</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-4099504882562815400.post-7416904240462398009</id><published>2008-12-18T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T00:19:45.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ok... Today Shahirah and I went to shooting. Except that there's no training :l&lt;br /&gt;We then decided to go to West Mall to watch Twilight. Oh. My. God. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Robert Pattinson&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt; ! Shahirah kept squeeling and clutching my hand when he appears and curses the girl during a kissing scene ._. But God, he's&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; hot &lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The movie was great. Watched it twice already. I'm going to read the book next :D&lt;br /&gt;After that we headed home :l and after i showered and had my dinner, I went to my religious class [[ngaji]]. Suprisingly i read really well ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;When home at around 8.20 and then turned on computer and chatted on msn and scared the shit out of Shahirah :D And talked to Syafiq and Christianne :D And then Apollonia ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And ahh ! My posts are getting shorter by the minute ! And since I posted it past midnight all events stated in this post are to be referred as the previous day, also known as yesterday :x And yea, I'm trying to make my posts longer :l&lt;br /&gt;Not working very well it seems...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Eh, learn to get a life. What's so hard about understanding these words: I hate you ? Whatever I said won't go inside your head, will it? Well, I. DO. NOT. LIKE. YOU. ! DIGEST THAT PIECE OF INFORMATION INSIDE YOUR BLOODY BRAIN AND MOVE ON !&lt;br /&gt;Whatever crap you told the others, well, I don't care. Spread rumours if you wish, I don't care. Just remember that whatever truth still lies in your head. You can't get rid of it no matter what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I just feel soo alooonee... You need to get out of my life D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099504882562815400-7416904240462398009?l=adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/feeds/7416904240462398009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099504882562815400&amp;postID=7416904240462398009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/7416904240462398009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/7416904240462398009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/2008/12/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Heavenly Demise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104013830233217338</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-4099504882562815400.post-7677057234588786970</id><published>2008-12-12T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:26:16.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my current mood: Pissed. Irritated. Annoyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're a childish piece of immature crap. You need to learn to get a life and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;okay. moving on to something less stupid -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Today Tarani, Shahirah and I went to West Mall to buy Tarani's school bag. Shahirah and I bought ours already so we just accompanied her and also to do our homework. Firstly, we went to eat at KFC and then went to look for bags. In the end, Tarani bought hers at Zinc and then we went around shopping for clothes [[Tarani wanted new clothes :l]] We went to Bossini and This Fashion but she didn't like any of them so we went to IMM x.x  But before that, she went to Popular to buy stationeries :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When we reached IMM, we went to Hang Ten, Foxs [[I think]] and Ξsprit but still nothing :l In the end, she found some nice shirts in I.P Zone :D But oh God, she didn't know which shirt to choose :l After what seemed like an eternity, she finally choose some shirt with a camera in front :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Shahirah and Tarani then bought milkshake while I bought the chocolate mcflurry at Mac. We then took 98 home and then talked under Shahirah's block. I reached home at around 7?&lt;br /&gt;And yeap... that's practically my day =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And oh crap, my posts are getting shorter ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099504882562815400-7677057234588786970?l=adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/feeds/7677057234588786970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099504882562815400&amp;postID=7677057234588786970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/7677057234588786970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/7677057234588786970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-current-mood-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>Heavenly Demise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104013830233217338</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-4099504882562815400.post-4067716379859575498</id><published>2008-12-11T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:41:25.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Heh, today was weird :l&lt;br /&gt;Went to shooting with Shahirah and Eunice. Eunice was sitting beside some chinese auntie in the bus on our way to Cdans. Seeing that all three of us were listening to music, she took out a portable radio and listened to it :x Eunice and I were trying very hard to not laugh and Shahirah was trying very hard to win my psp game :D&lt;br /&gt;When we reached, the shooting range was still closed so we decided to go to the toilet. We did weird stuffs in the toilet which should not be mentioned here and when we came out, the rance was already open :o How long did we spend in the toilet!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We dry fired and shot until 3.00p.m. because Cdans was having some monthly shoot or something. Thank God, we all thought. A short training, at last! But crap, we had to dry fire at the back of the range while the competitors occupied the range. Eunice, for some reason, stayed at the range :x But on the other hand, Shahirah saw this &lt;em&gt;'cute chinese guy in a crumpler bag'&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;We crapped around at the back, dry firing only when there were coaches around and Shahirah was torturing Matthew :x Oh ya, he called me a pai kia &gt;:l When we came back to the range, we shot i have no idea how many shots :l My chest was starting to ache and my feet were, well, aching. We shot and shot and shot until my chest started aching like hell and for some reason, I can't breath. My eyes started smarting and yea, tears came out :l &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What's his name&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;informed Mr Chia and I was told to stop shooting :x I was quivering as I removed my suit and my head was aching like crap! I felt as if someone was hammering both sides of my head. Mr Chia then told me to get out of the range and walk around to make myself feel better. Eunice accompanied me and yea, I managed to breath again but my head was still aching :S &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thanks Eunice !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; And oh yea, I left my phone in my suit pocket :x Eunice and I lingered for a little more longer downstairs and Eunice played with a little girl in a shop :D When we went back up, They already packed up the suits x.x We had to open the locker again to get my phone back :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Okay, we then left Cdans and headed to a minimart before going home. Shahirah and I bought potato chips and Eunice bought I don't know what and 4 Lollipops :D She then gave the lollipops to Shahirah and I. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thanks again !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;We went home, bla bla and yea... That was practically it :D&lt;br /&gt;Accomplanying Tarani to buy her school bag tomorrow and do homework together :x&lt;br /&gt;Went home, bathed, ate and turned on the computer and saw a surprise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;If it's for me, I guess I can't do it. Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And oh God, that was a short post :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099504882562815400-4067716379859575498?l=adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/feeds/4067716379859575498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099504882562815400&amp;postID=4067716379859575498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/4067716379859575498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/4067716379859575498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/2008/12/heh-today-was-weird-l-went-to-shooting.html' title=''/><author><name>Heavenly Demise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104013830233217338</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-4099504882562815400.post-8120522809643409079</id><published>2008-12-10T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:55:23.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;rawr :D bought bag yesterday [[:&lt;br /&gt;Ok, today i accompanied Tarani to buy school books and uniform. But before that, we went to the bank for Tarani to withdraw her money. After that, we went to school to buy our books. Heh, and Tarani discovered that she had to go to Teck Whye to buy her uniforms :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We bought our books, sorted it out and headed towards Banquet and ordered ourselves some delicious and cheap chicken rice :B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh we just can't wait to eat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Only, it wasn't delicious. Or cheap -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The price rose to $3.00 and i think the stall vendor changed, too :l The way they served the chicken was messy and rawr, talk about service &gt;:l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And as we ate, Tarani said that her chicken was kind of slimy :x and my chicken was bloody. zzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We decided not to eat the chicken in case we died of food poisoning :l After that we went home :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only, we didn't go home, we sat under a block near our house and talked.&lt;br /&gt;And that was when, &lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt; came. The guy was asking for our ez-link cards. Okayy, you guessed it; a screening &gt;:l Tarani was like a frozen, tensed fool. They asked for our address and my handphone and then they're off. For a moment, Tarani thought that they were going to arrest her [[weirdo]] :l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;We then decided to go to Coporation Park to play badminton. So, we changed and went to Coporation Park. We went to some Panteque Court or something :x and Tarani was soo scared that it was haunted because the gates were closed, but not locked. Then bla bla... and we met a cleaner named Anthony :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;We then called Shahirah and asked if she would like to join us and she agreed to meet us at 3.00 [[she came at 3.30]]. While waiting for her, Tarani and I saw a group of indians and one malay guy gathered around a table. Tarani was scared but we just walked past. One of them asked for one of our numbers [[I think it was Tarani :x]] and then swore when we just walked away :l We went to minimart and bought our stuffs and when we wanted to go out, we heard footsteps; retarded people's footsteps. We waited awhile for them to come in, but they never did -.- So I made my way out and as I did so, they entered :l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And oh. my. crap. The way they were walking! They looked like gorrilla's swinging their arms and hitting the machines, shouting something about breaking people's heads [[i think]] -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Tarani followed me out and the others who remained outside were calling us. We walked away and one of them was following us. We quickened our pace and lost them :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Shahirah came, we played badminton at the 'haunted court' and then went to Taman Jurong Green 'cos we were getting bored. We turned around the twirling thingy and got ourselves dizzy. We played on the 3-person seesaw and then went to Jurong Lake Park. There, we saw such beautiful things... Oh, nature's finest creations! Centipedes -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We played on the swing and watched an indian girl playing with her sister [[i think]]. She was on the monkey bar thingy and her sister was pulling her leg as though she was playing tug-o-war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff1493;"&gt;And then it happened...&lt;br /&gt;The girl let go of the bar and fell x.x She started crying and we watched her mother rush over to her aid :l She was okay after a while. We then headed towards the 2 person seesaw and shahirah sat in the middle. After a while, I sat in the middle. We crap around, doing practically nothing, and then went home. Oh, but before that, we went to the coffee shop near Lakeside Primary to buy fries. &lt;em&gt;Memories... &lt;/em&gt;We bought the fries and walked home, at an oh so amazing speed of a snail, or maybe the centipede we saw earlier. We reached home at around... 7? :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Yeap... so that was more or less today. :D I'm sorry I didn't really elaborate the later part. I was feeling lazy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; oh the other note, i would like to add: bitch bitch bitch ! i can't stand this any longer. I've been keeping quiet all this while and this is how you're going to treat me... I agree that maybe I do the same thing to you, but at least I apologise or tell you not to take it to heart! You'd just laugh at me! Make me like a fool while you're the oh so lovable innocent girl! Don't think i didn't hear you talking about me earlier! &gt;:l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099504882562815400-8120522809643409079?l=adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/feeds/8120522809643409079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099504882562815400&amp;postID=8120522809643409079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/8120522809643409079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/8120522809643409079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/2008/12/rawr-d-bought-bag-yesterday-ok-today-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Heavenly Demise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104013830233217338</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-4099504882562815400.post-2829989835672385246</id><published>2008-12-08T20:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:08:49.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg. it's been so long since i posted x.x&lt;br /&gt;Okay... So... This is our 'study outing' on 1st Dec 20-8, Monday :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277412566754765042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/ST0ixL6ZqPI/AAAAAAAAADY/23hsFE_8j70/s320/Study+Time.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aswanee and I [[in Mac]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/ST0iwqSjnPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/294Xj8sKaG4/s1600-h/Wee-tards!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277412557729275122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/ST0iwqSjnPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/294Xj8sKaG4/s320/Wee-tards!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Shahirah, Aswanee and I [[Near Aswanee's house]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/ST0iwHrIY4I/AAAAAAAAADI/j9wEnTEBYEs/s1600-h/Blurr....jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277412548437107586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/ST0iwHrIY4I/AAAAAAAAADI/j9wEnTEBYEs/s320/Blurr....jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Blurred!!! [[Still near Aswanee's house]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/ST0ivjBWyAI/AAAAAAAAADA/6i6amjdkv4E/s1600-h/WHAT!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277412538598213634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/ST0ivjBWyAI/AAAAAAAAADA/6i6amjdkv4E/s320/WHAT!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fear us :D [[Yes, near Aswanee's house]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/ST0gaEgy85I/AAAAAAAAAC4/AQQjpE7RKfo/s1600-h/%5BQ%26A%5D+jump!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277409970608075666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/ST0gaEgy85I/AAAAAAAAAC4/AQQjpE7RKfo/s320/%5BQ%26A%5D+jump!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Jump! [[I look retarded x.x]]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/ST0f15p4qoI/AAAAAAAAACw/pJdD1nZp0sw/s1600-h/All+smiles!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277409349218118274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/ST0f15p4qoI/AAAAAAAAACw/pJdD1nZp0sw/s320/All+smiles!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All Smiles!!! [[woo! Still look retarded :D]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Woooo! Then on 5th November 2008, Friday, Eunice, Aswanee and I went to Lot One, West Mall, Queensway Shopping Centre and some other place near Queensway to shop for School Bags :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/ST0f1ispWhI/AAAAAAAAACo/se3IW2zq9m0/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277409343055682066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/ST0f1ispWhI/AAAAAAAAACo/se3IW2zq9m0/s320/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;At Lot One :D [[There was a Barney show ^^]]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/ST0f1RCv93I/AAAAAAAAACg/TAOHxR0mTLs/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277409338316552050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/ST0f1RCv93I/AAAAAAAAACg/TAOHxR0mTLs/s320/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Candid :D [[In the toilet. And it was candid for me x.x]] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/ST0f0tiJzYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/H6LjQ-iMd5c/s1600-h/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277409328784592258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/ST0f0tiJzYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/H6LjQ-iMd5c/s320/Image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;In Ikea :D [[The bedrooms there a freakin' nice &gt;:l]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;rawr. Guess that's all. We didn't buy bags though. So i'll be going to West Mall to buy bag tomorrow :D Oh ya, if you didn't notice, I highlighted my hair, and I look like a friggin gay! x.x I told the person i wanted a dark colour but she was like, 'The colour too dark, cannot see.' AHHHHHHHHH!!! x.x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Oh ya, i went to Indonesia the other day. Stayed at Pacific Palace Hotel. Check the website for pictures ^^ I didn't take pictures of the hotel 'cos I'll be going there again on the 29th. Apparently the suites there are damn cheap [[below S$200]]!! We'll be staying in a suite in my next trip :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099504882562815400-2829989835672385246?l=adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/feeds/2829989835672385246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099504882562815400&amp;postID=2829989835672385246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/2829989835672385246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/2829989835672385246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/2008/12/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Heavenly Demise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104013830233217338</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9WhSVpqTFg/ST0ixL6ZqPI/AAAAAAAAADY/23hsFE_8j70/s72-c/Study+Time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099504882562815400.post-4626561042130828671</id><published>2008-11-25T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T23:46:45.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Oh crap, I look like a frigging clown -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Yesterday I trimmed my hair and now i look like a friggin' retard x.x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Today was a great day to begin with(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I had to come to school without tying my hair because I'll look like a fool. I was supposed to meet Shahirah under her block and then go to Lakeside to meet Aswanee and Eunice but Shahirah was in her usual pig mood and woke up late. In the end, I went to Lakeside alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Aswanee &lt;/span&gt;gave me a small gift and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Eunice&lt;/span&gt; gave me &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;a letter&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Miss Whatever necklace&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Aswanee&lt;/span&gt; gave me a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;pink teddy bear key chain thingy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;33&lt;/span&gt; Thanks guys(: Hiprotage simply rock!&lt;br /&gt;When we reached school, we headed towards the noticeboard and saw our appeal results. I got into A Maths! Woo! Aswanee got into Geography and Shahirah went to 3e7 and A Maths(: Eunice didn't manage to go to Pure Bio, though. The good thing is, she's positive about it. She can take Bio in future xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Now, moving on to the uniform. Oh Goodness Gracious Me. The uniforms. It was actually ok, but the blouse is kind of too long. The good thing is, my waist size is 29 :x Eunice and I tried the uniform and then took pictures in the toilet and Aswanee and I started singing the Teletubbies Song :D Oh the joy. Then Aswanee and Eunice started singing some Titanic Camp Song :x&lt;br /&gt;After that we stayed in the toilet a little longer and crapped around before leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;It was then Shahirah came and then she tried playing my psp but to no avail &gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;After that, we crapped around and all wore our Miss Whatever necklaces with our initials(kind of), except for Eunice as she left hers at home): We then left to some coffee shop to eat our breakfast/lunch. Shahirah, Aswanee and I wanted Prata, but then it's finished -.- We then decided to eat Malay food. So Aswanee and I bought Nasi Lemak and Shahirah wanted Lontong. Unfortunately, Lontong was finished. So in the end we all ate nasi Lemak. As for Eunice, she ate Wanton Noodles because she couldn't eat certain foods after recovering from her food poisoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Somewhere in the middle of our lunch a guy from the Malay Stall came and asked us if we enjoyed the food. Obviously, we all said it was nice(Which is true. The sambal was nice :D) and he told us to tell the truth because he wanted to improve on customer service and all those. I wanted to say that the Chicken was too skinny but then... He smiled and thanked us and then walked back to the stall. It was quite embarassing, because we were complaining about the soggy rice, wet plate and skinny chicken quite loudly earlier. After our lunch, we met Darishna and we talked and talked and talked(about politics? :x) and then Darishna had to go to school to buy her school books. Eunice then said that she had to go home and we accompanied her to the bus stop and then we headed to school and then to a minimart to buy chuppa chups(the pleasure of sucking :D) and finished it under some block. Then Aswanee wasnted to go home but Shahirah and I didn't budge so she went first. Both of us were planning to sneak up on her but unfortunately, we took a 'shortcut' and ended up... somewhere we didn't want to be... a dead end -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;We finally caught up at Lakeside MRT and then we talked and complained and perspired and then hugged and said our goodbyes. Shahirah and I then went to Cheers to buy some blueberry drink but it wasn't there. In the end she bought chocolate milk and I bought Lychee :D&lt;br /&gt;Outside the shop, i felt nauseus. Seriously I hate my stomach -.-&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived home, I felt... not so good. I went to my bedroom and threw myself on the bed but I felt horrible. My maid gave me some Ginger lotion thingy and told me to rub it on my stomach. That &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kind of&lt;/span&gt; did the trick. I then decided to have an extremely early dinner at 5.30 and I ate rice with 2 fish :x&lt;br /&gt;After that I decided to turn on my computer. It was a horrendous torture when chatting with Christianne. No, not because she was irritating(she's sweet, and those irritants can just buzz off! :D), but because my stomach was killing me. In the end, my jaw ached and saliva gathered in my mouth and I ran to the toilet to spit it out. But I vomit didn't come. So, I just sat on the toilet bowl, my head resting on the sink when suddenly, like an unexpected volcano eruption, it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;My vomit was kinda goo-ey and red from the chilli I ate -.-&lt;br /&gt;And it was freakin disgusting tasting, yet alone smelling. Urgh, the pain and torture!&lt;br /&gt;After that, I felt better, but the churning in my stomach was still there.&lt;br /&gt;I bathed about 30 minutes after that and then prepared to meet my mother downstairs to bring me to the hospital. My queue number was 5032 :D&lt;br /&gt;The doctor did some checkups and then concluded that... No, I'm not pregnant, like what you people think! I just had food poisoning :x I was advised not to eat Dairy products(Puddings, ice cream, cheese, milk, cheeseburger~! T.T) and gave me some pills. One of them was Charcoal. It tasted quite minty :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 147);"&gt;-And then here I am, sitting on my chair blogging :D Remus wanted me to write something about him so here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;He's a weird guy :x&lt;br /&gt;-To Christianne:&lt;br /&gt;Just screw those retards -.- and try to cheer up. We'll be at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; house suring Christmas with a pitchfork. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099504882562815400-4626561042130828671?l=adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/feeds/4626561042130828671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099504882562815400&amp;postID=4626561042130828671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/4626561042130828671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/4626561042130828671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-crap-i-look-like-frigging-clown.html' title=''/><author><name>Heavenly Demise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104013830233217338</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-4099504882562815400.post-1808446985101160875</id><published>2008-11-22T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T22:53:56.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ouhkay... im back &gt;:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yesterday, i went to IMM with my maid to meet her friend to pass her something :l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;After that we went to Old Chang Kee to buy some snacks as we were hungry and ate at the playground area :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;After that, we walked around and before going home, i bought BK Fish meal for me and fries for my maid. The one weird thing is that everytime i go to Burger King, I'm served by the same guy. After that I went to Jolly Bean and bought some soya bean for my maid and Beancurd for my mother and 12 donuts for my whole house :D and majority of the donuts were chocolates :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;After that(Don't you realise that there are a lot of 'After that's?) we went home and when we just got down from the bus, my mother called and said that Mr Tharman was coming over and as typical Singaporeans, we prefer to lock ourselves instead of opening the door. So my maid and i were supposed to go home fast but by the time we reached my block, the ministers were already at the lift area so my maid and I took the stairs all the way to the 16th storey -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But by the time we reached my house, they were already there -.-&lt;br /&gt;I rang the bell, desperately hoping that my mother would hurry and open the door, but it never happened... Some guy was talking to me about the flyer he gave me. It nodded absently, as though I took in every single thing he said(i kinda forgot what he said :x) and finally, my mother opened the door! We talked a little with them and my mother was kind of angry when Mr Tharman asked how many years she's been in Singapore(My close friends would understand the joke ;]) and he seemed shocked when my mother said that she was a Singaporean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We talked and talked and took a picture and then I ate my BK Fish xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And then, when I was eating the fries, i felt bloated again. I decided to let my mom finish the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;fries and went to on the computer. I was chatting, when *gasps* i felt like vomiting -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i ran to the toilet and choked and teared and suffered but the amount of vomit released was equivalent to a cat releasing fur ball :l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;After torturous choking, I finally came out of the toilet and continued computering :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Then about 30 minutes later, i vomited again -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This time, like a waterfall. Thankfully, I didn't choke the sink this time :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It was then followed by torturous moments of nauseus feelings and rolling around the bed, crouching on the floor and whining :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That lasted until about 6.50, when I wanted to take my shower.&lt;br /&gt;Gahh, the pain of bathing with a nauseus stomach :l I had to keep crouching and tearing and putting my head in the sink :x After all that, I continued playing the computer for about an hour, maybe? and then vomited :l&lt;br /&gt;This time, I vomited like a volcano eruption :x Kapoosh&lt;br /&gt;I felt so much freaking better after that! But still not as good as I should feel. My stomach still felt queasy, only not as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;That night, I couldn't sleep, bearing in mind that I can't lie down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; because my stomach will feel worse. I could've walked around my house, but everyone is asleep and the lights in my house are all turned off and i'll look at a restless spirit walking about a dark house so I decided to lock myself in the toilet and read the book 'Heartland'. After about half an hour, my butt started to hurt and my stomach wasn't getting any better. I sms-ed people asking for tips on how to vomit and Shahirah said poke my throat with a toothbrush?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;In the end I decided to stretch backwards since stretching made my stomach feel queasy and that did the trick! I puked out like an eternal waterfall :S My tears were teary and my throat was burning. Oh. My. God. I felt so much better after that and then decided to sleep, but as i lie down, my stomach felt stretchy again -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff1493;"&gt;After countless attempts to sleep, I finally gave up and sat on the bed, staring at my living room. After what seemed like hours, my jaw ached and my eyes began watering. I ran to the master bedroom toilet but my mother was using it so I ran to the kitchen toilet and puked. Puked so hard I felt that my eyeballs were going to buldge out anytime. My nose stung and my mouth began aching. And out goes the waterfall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff1493;"&gt;After that, I curled onto bed, hoping that it was the last vomit. My stomach was churning, but not as bad as before. Before I knew it, I fell into deep slumber and drifted into a nightmare :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;The next day, I woke up feeling fresh, the nauseus feeling gone! :D&lt;br /&gt;However, I had to eat porridge as my mother was afraid that I would continue vomiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Porridge for breakfast, porridge and donuts for lunch and rice with fish for dinner and Honey Stars for supper :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;--Christianne, cheer up. Those bitches will face a little somethin called retribution one day &gt;:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099504882562815400-1808446985101160875?l=adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/feeds/1808446985101160875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099504882562815400&amp;postID=1808446985101160875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/1808446985101160875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/1808446985101160875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/2008/11/yesterday-i-went-to-imm-with-my-maid-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Heavenly Demise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104013830233217338</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-4099504882562815400.post-757525902625984486</id><published>2008-11-20T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T12:50:05.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ouhkayy... Today i'm going to post about class outing... I know I'm not a regular blogger. I'm posting this one week after the class outing :x&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... On 13th November, we had class outing to Sentosa. All of us(15 people only :l) met at Jurong Point and took MRT to Harbourfront and then to Vivo City. There we took the monorail to Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The beginning was slightly chaotic because half of us wanted to go to Palawan beach and the other half wanted Siloso Beach. In the end, we went to Palawan. From Siloso, we took the tram thingy to the main station. And guess what? *Drum roll* The tram was crowded and it can fit our whole group... except for 2 people, Shahirah and I :l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Shahirah was whining about how paiseh-ing it was to be left alone and I complaining about the weather :x The tram finally came... and moved at a freakishly amazing speed of... a snail -.-&lt;br /&gt;Okay... when the tram finally reached the main station, we took another tram to Palawan Beach. There, we ate the foods we brought along from Vivo while waiting for the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;STUPID RED FLAG&lt;/span&gt; to be removed. When it was finally removed, all of us headed to the sea. I was afraid of going deeper into the sea but eventually, I managed, after being slightly forced to :x and we played &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Monkey&lt;/span&gt;. I had to be the monkey twice :l After that, the rest headed further into the sea and I retreated nearer to shore and played with the waves(anti-social :x). After bla bla bla...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;a girl came to Haikal and said that two or three girls there like him and asked him to go there. They were obviously playing truth of dare as they kept doing weird stuffs there @_@ Then after everything the whole group came towards us and told Haikal that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NONE OF THEM LIKE HIM SO STOP LOOKING AT THEIR DIRECTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Which was stupid because Haikal wasn't wearing his specs at that time which meant that he couldn't see properly :l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Weirdos... :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;After that, we turned Nadyrha into a mermaid using the sand and Wira made the &lt;em&gt;top part &lt;/em&gt;:P An English couple walked past and were smiling to us because of Nadyrha :x After that bla bla bla, we cleaned up in the shower(the shower was freaking dark :l) and then bla bla bla and we took the monorail thing back to Vivo. After that, the group was seperated into clusters :l I was with Shahirah, Wira, Rifdy, Haikal and Nadyrha. They wanted to eat their dinner there but my mother wanted me to be home fast, so I took bus 30 and went back home alone :x Fell asleep in the bus and when I woke up, I realised that my mouth was open ;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Okay... so that was practically the summary of the class outing :x Now, about 17 November, our streaming results. I went to class 3e7, same as Aswanee and Tarani, Eunice and Darishna went to 3e5, Shahirah and Dastageer went to 3e8 :l I got Pure Geog(WHY ME!!!), Phy/Bio, Literature and F&amp;amp;N. I'm appealing! rawr!!!&lt;br /&gt;Our school uniform was fugly ;( I'll look like a waitress wearing that. On the bright side, we don't have to tuck it in :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Okay... Appeal period! Appealed for A Maths.&lt;br /&gt;To Yuhua Secondary School: If I don't get A Maths I'll be sitting by the window, looking down below, and wondering if I should go down there(Kukuhead would undestand :x). Okay... So... I got to go prepare for shooting... I'm meeting Shahirah at 1.oo and I'm still in my Pjs :l Yay me! Ok... So bye! :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099504882562815400-757525902625984486?l=adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/feeds/757525902625984486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099504882562815400&amp;postID=757525902625984486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/757525902625984486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/757525902625984486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/2008/11/ouhkayy.html' title=''/><author><name>Heavenly Demise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104013830233217338</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-4099504882562815400.post-1136835276935100000</id><published>2008-11-09T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T18:14:20.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;WooHoo! New orange skin!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ok... Today I'm going to write about Last Thursday and Saturday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thursday was a very good day for me(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I went to shooting with Eunice and Shahirah and as usual, we were very very *cough*early*cough*. During shooting, my stomach felt bloated all of a sudden and I felt like vomiting, but unfortunately, I couldn't do anything about it): After shooting, Eunice, Shahirah, I Forgot Who and I helped Mr Tan clear our stuffs into the locker. To open the locker, we must use 'a special technique', which is to slowly insert to key into the keyhole. After a lot of laughing, crapping and frustation of trying to open the locker, Mr Tan finally managed :D After that, Mr Tan went into some room to store our luggages and Shahirah, Eunice and I remained outside.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Shahirah and Eunice were dancing and jumping around like monkeys while I took a video of it :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;After all the dancing, we went down to eat. Or at least, Eunice and Shahirah were eating. I'm meeting my mother later on to have dinner outside to celebrate Obama winning the election, so I just drank Iced Milo because my stomach still felt queasy. After drinking, I played with my PSP while waiting for Eunice and Shahirah to finish off their food. And that was when... I jaw started to ache, my mouth felt watery(or salivary :X) and I had difficulty talking. I went to the toilet with Eunice while Shahirah took care of our valuables and protect our foods from being attacked by the birds(Ha-Di-Da). However, by the time I reached the toilet, the feeling was gone and I could talk again(Woo Hoo!!!) We went back to 'Pool Side Restaurant'(I seriously disagree that it should be called a restaurant. Firstly, the place is an open space without any air-conditioner, the place is quite small and it looks more like a coffeeshop!) and when Eunice and Shahirah finally finished, we head off to the bus stop to go home(or at least, Shahirah and Eunice were going home. I'm meeting my mother somewhere near West Mall). We took 187 and I alighted at Hilltop Garden Restaurant(Club CSC) and walked towards the coffeeshop where I'm meeting my mother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;There, I ate some noodles and chicken(I forgot the name) and drank Iced Milo(Again). Because of my bloated-feeling stomach, I didn't manage to finish my food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;And then, it happened. My jaw ached again, my mouth felt watery and I can't talk(let alone breath -.-). I clasped my mouth wih my hand and ran to the toilet, avoiding people's curious stares(that was embarassing) and vomited. Alas, I vomited all over the toilet floor, not the sink because I didn't manage to reach in time. I rinsed my mouth and cleaned the vomit on my hands, arms and jeans and heaved a sigh of relieve. Just as I decided to leave the place, my stomach decided to give me a second round of vomit. Urgh, the pain and taste of vomit!!! I cleaned myself once again and left the toilet(and the mess I made on the floor), with my throat burning and my mother was waiting outside. We went home after that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I vomited again on the grass on my way home and another time in a drain under my block. Woo Hoo! When I reached home, I immediately bathe and I took quite a long time, maybe because I keep having to crouch down to minimise the amount of pain my bloody stomach is giving me. And again... I vomited. But this time, in the sink ;) &lt;em&gt;However&lt;/em&gt;, this time, my vomit came with the noodles I ate for dinner, some chunks which I think is the chicken and my breakfast, which was fried rice. I'm surprised they weren't digested yet @_@ And... I choked the sink. *whistles innocently*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff1493;"&gt;Fortunately, everything was ok in the end. My mother poured clorox in the sink and also some boiling water and it was alright! On the other hand, my stomach is still feeling bloated, which meant that more vomit is on the way... My mother then fed me some porridge with fish because i had vomited my breakfast and dinner and then applied some oil on my still bloated tummy before i go to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ff00;"&gt;BUT... I don't sleep. My stomach feels as if it's being stretched. I clutched my stomach in dread as i feel that familiar nauseous feeling. I jumped out of bed and ran into the toilet and puked the hell out of me :S The way I vomited... was like giving birth to a baby alien through my mouth. What's worse that it's red(but I don't think it's blood. I think it's the excessive amount of chilli I eat everyday :l) i still remember my watery eyes, my aching jaw, my burning throat, my irritating bloated stomach which made me look fat during shooting :X I felt soooo much better after that. But still bloated ;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;In the middle of the bloody night... I woke up with my stomach giving me that same feeling again... I ran to the toilet and puked, AGAIN... But after that, I felt 100% better! My stomach is no longer bloated and I CAN SLEEP!!! Woo!!! And so... I vomited 6 times in total xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Saturday was a fun day(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Met Eunice at Jurong East Interchange at 11.30 and we went to the library to find books for the book review. Or at least Eunice is finding books for it. I found mine. Shopaholic series and Fake Boyfriend. Woo! After that, we went to Interchange and met Aswanee and all 3 of us went to IMM to buy Darishna's birthday present. I.Shall.Not.Go.Into.The.Details.As.It.Is.Very.Crappy. :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;After that, we took 335 and met Dastageer and Sathia and all of us headed to Darishna's house. There, we watched a bit of TV and then went inside Darishna's room where Sathia and Dastageer played poker, Eunice read a book, Aswanee doing I don't know what, Darishna showing us her stuffs and me playing PSP xP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Sathia's a champion at Need For Speed! He'll go the opposite direction of the track. And Dastageer seems to enjoy playing 'In Your Face' with me @_@ After a lot of crapping, All of Darishna's relatives came and it was time to blow the cake for Darishna, Eunice, Darishna's relative, an adorable pair a twins and me :X Those toddlers are just plain adorable! They fed Darishna, Eunice and I after blowing the cake =3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;After that, we had our dinner in Darishna's room and the food was freakishly delicious! xD After dinner, we played this very traumatizing game with poker cards and a piece of paper. Darishna's cousins joined us in the game, too. To play the game, Darishna's sister will write the number of the card of the paper(Kings, Queens, One, Two etc) and then beside the number, a punishment. For example, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;One - Lick Your Feet&lt;/span&gt;. The deck of card will then be messed up on the floor, the values facing downwards. You then have to randomly take a card and read out the number and see your 'punishment'. If you got &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;One&lt;/span&gt;, then you have to lick your feet. Darishna had to go to the living room and shake her butt(her butt facing her relatives), Dastageer had to spell his name with his head(which was freaking funny!!!), Sathia had to smell Dastageer's armpit(Hilarious~!), Darishna's sister had to sing a song(Didn't hear her sing, though :l), Darishna's cousin had to call the house and speak gibberish(Darishna's aunt picked up the phone. It was All-So-Funny), the other cousin had to lick her feet(Poor her), I had to dance(it was weird and embarassing, bearing in mind that an idiot took a video of it. But thank God it was only for 5 seconds!!!) and Aswanee had to laugh for 30seconds(Her original punishment was to imitate a strip dancer, but she almost cried when she heard that, so she chose another card and had to laugh, instead). Such a pity that Eunice wasn't here to join us ): She had to go home early to meet her father at Lot One. Oh well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff1493;"&gt;After one round of the game, we decided to go home as it was getting late(and also because my mother's angry with me for staying out for so late :X) Dastageer, Sathia and I accompanied Aswanee to Lakeside MRT station and we saw a 'bat' near our school(it was a huge moth) And listened to Dastageer and Sathia telling stories about their NCC camo in school and some lady laughing in the field where they were sleeping at in the middle of the night :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ff00;"&gt;After that, I went home and showered and watch TV with my mother and then had a conference call with Aswanee and Dastageer when my mother went to sleep. Seeing that there's no good shows on TV, I decided to watch SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS THE MOVIE (I think Dastageer got slightly irritated when I sang the Goofy Goober song :X) and then when Aswanee told me about some woman at the staircase opposite her block, I decided to sleep as I was the only one awake and also because I was slightly scared :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Okay...This took me half a day to write while listening to songs, chatting on MSN, playing online games, messing with photofunia.com and working with a laggy laptop(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099504882562815400-1136835276935100000?l=adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/feeds/1136835276935100000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099504882562815400&amp;postID=1136835276935100000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/1136835276935100000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099504882562815400/posts/default/1136835276935100000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adisgracetomodernsociety.blogspot.com/2008/11/woohoo-new-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>Heavenly Demise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104013830233217338</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>
