<?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-36684493</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:37:57.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grass Was Green</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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>227</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36684493.post-2590270487175694502</id><published>2008-05-20T06:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T06:16:26.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>www.xanga.com/whathecake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-2590270487175694502?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/2590270487175694502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=2590270487175694502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/2590270487175694502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/2590270487175694502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2008/05/www.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-5214708102452422495</id><published>2008-05-11T23:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T23:05:39.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Goodbye, its been nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-5214708102452422495?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/5214708102452422495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=5214708102452422495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/5214708102452422495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/5214708102452422495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2008/05/goodbye-its-been-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-7548409181452546277</id><published>2008-05-06T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T05:48:49.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm considering changing to Xanga. No, actually I'm quite sure I want to but I need to think of a username first. Actually I did but some idiot went to use it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Perks of Being a Wallflower is the best book ever. But then again, that's what I always think for every book I read until I read another. I'm sad I've finished reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You disgust me, sometimes, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Oh, and have you heard, I lost my pencil case? No, I don't think I lost it. Someone stole it. Fook. Fock. Feck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall be serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am angry okay. It's so unfair that my things get stolen. Fug you, asshole. Like, go and fug a spider or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to go to the lost and found corner everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of some jerk, I go to school with a pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY PENCIL CASE. ANNIE'S LITTLE TRAIN. dvksJhniizsocoMSgoac890wsopikxzcx zh jubnvosif kachxfiosdn imyfajozpm, JDFNHIAOSCu&lt;px)s&gt;kixhvubgUYGYTREW7859R0WERODSZKXCM,&amp;amp;*^(wq)awopjkdfxjopdckl,zsodifxmc,Y&amp;amp;*^*#($)Q#nfdklj,op.s[lzd/x.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RETURN IT ALREADY!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edited] I take back what I said. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"At first, I thought her blank expression was the result of surprise, but after it didn't go away for a long while, I knew that it wasn't. It suddenly dawned on me that if Michael were still around, Susan probably wouldn't be 'going out' with him anymore. Not because she's a bad person or shallow or mean. But because &lt;u&gt;things change.&lt;/u&gt; And &lt;u&gt;friends leave.&lt;/u&gt; And &lt;u&gt;life doesn't stop for anybody.&lt;/u&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-7548409181452546277?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/7548409181452546277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=7548409181452546277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/7548409181452546277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/7548409181452546277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-considering-changing-to-xanga.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-6388825198034711996</id><published>2008-05-05T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T08:03:43.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't bother signing into MSN nowadays. I'm not avoiding anyone, no, its just that I'm lazy and I feel introverted, just like how I always do, when I'm alone. Quack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I miss those times, yes, I really do. Do you? Do you even remember, or think about it? I wish it could go back. Yeah, wasn't everything so fun and happy. Hey you, I'm thinking about the times, are you? It's really sad how now, everything's kinda different. I don;t like it a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above is meant for YOU. I'm so rubbish, how do i expect YOU to know its for YOU. Well maybe, when YOU read it somehow YOU will think its meant for YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-6388825198034711996?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/6388825198034711996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=6388825198034711996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/6388825198034711996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/6388825198034711996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-dont-bother-signing-into-msn-nowadays.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-595975313744844771</id><published>2008-05-01T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T02:01:23.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's funny how yesterday and today contrasts each other to such a great extent. Choir made me a happy girl. Macdonalds with Varsha and YJ afterwards was fun. We saw John who was hot, and then not so hot. We tried to find potential crushes for Varsha, who turned all of them down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's gloomy. Last night was sad to the greatest degree. Not so much now, but still am sad. But then again, maybe losing to Chelsea isn't as bad as it seems, after reading &lt;a href="http://www.redandwhitekop.com/forum/index.php?topic=218987.0"&gt;this.&lt;/a&gt; Of course, a win would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's just a match, it's just a match.&lt;/em&gt; It was probably the last CL match I'll watch. I must think positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;And so she stared, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Fingers crossed, hoping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;But no, it didn't go her way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Instead, it continued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Like punches being thrown,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Only not so much physical pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Inside though,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;She bleeds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;You have no idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-595975313744844771?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/595975313744844771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=595975313744844771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/595975313744844771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/595975313744844771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-funny-how-yesterday-and-today.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-1911215857071002451</id><published>2008-04-29T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T08:15:26.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And saying it, even typing it out feels so weird. What used to be,&lt;br /&gt;how it was once something so close. One day, one day,&lt;br /&gt;it'll just be as good as something of nonexistence. It's just not there anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've moved on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Faded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's B&amp;amp;J's Free Cone Day. Whoopledooodledoo. We went to Raffle's City and queued for two rounds. Funny, laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So B&amp;amp;J was my lunch. Poop and I bought three packets of football players trading cards and we're delirious to get players from Sunderland and Derby County. Very happy indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, my main highlight of tomorrow is so exciting! I am excited and nervous and scared. However, due to the possibility of eye-rolling circumstances, I shall not reveal it. But still, you must see my excitement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@*&amp;amp;#()Q*IUHEAISKDJKLASMjblhskfjldm!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Liverpool's new home kit is uh, not very nice. Hell, I don't like it. This season's one's the best, so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh crap, I have Science homework. I'm so lame. It's 10 plus and it hits me only now. Hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There can be miracles,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you believe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-1911215857071002451?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/1911215857071002451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=1911215857071002451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/1911215857071002451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/1911215857071002451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2008/04/and-saying-it-even-typing-it-out-feels.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-1195977916952114937</id><published>2008-04-23T06:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T07:01:58.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh gosh. The match was really disappointing. At the last few seconds of extra time I was thinking like well yay that's it we won although not by a great margin, but we won. And then at the last second(literally), Riise headed the ball into our own net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally could not believe it. it just changes the whole situation doesn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was super angry and disappointed and well, WTF. What the heck, Riise? Not his fault, I know, but it kinda determined my mood for the day. Even though maybe it didn't really show. Life's unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I shall be optimistic. &lt;em&gt;"It's not over."&lt;/em&gt; Yeah, it so isn't. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drogba. He was so hilarious. Throwing himself at players and then falling down and crying foul with that pathetic face. Its like ramming against a wall and then crying and blaming the wall for uh, being so hard and sturdy? HAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was fine. I had the most boring assembly and that's the only thing I can remember. Oh and Hans was funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-1195977916952114937?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/1195977916952114937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=1195977916952114937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/1195977916952114937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/1195977916952114937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-7357086255966316216</id><published>2008-04-22T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:59:28.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't see the need to title my posts because it doesn't show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish, I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, went for Phyllis's band concert and I must say it rocked! Yeah, it was really really good, totally worth it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, Escape doesn't seem as fun anymore. The haunted house was so fake, it wasn't scary like last time. But fake-screaming was fun. The viking has got to be the best ride there especially when you sit at the back laughing and pinching the person next to you. Singapore needs to work towards building funner themeparks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192027642168687858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeXiGn_doIA/SA3Joct5PPI/AAAAAAAAARA/qz25SxwKalY/s320/cedarchoirrrr.png" border="0" /&gt;I stole this from Alibaba. However, I don't know how to enlarge it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the Band Concert got me feeling excited for the Choir Concert! Yeah, it hadn't really hit me till Saturday night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Match at 2.30! We need the luck to the buck. And of course, not just that. You'll Never Walk Alone to the cologne.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-7357086255966316216?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/7357086255966316216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=7357086255966316216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/7357086255966316216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/7357086255966316216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-dont-see-need-to-title-my-posts.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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/_XeXiGn_doIA/SA3Joct5PPI/AAAAAAAAARA/qz25SxwKalY/s72-c/cedarchoirrrr.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36684493.post-3967443428381070900</id><published>2008-04-21T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:59:29.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeXiGn_doIA/SA1d5ct5POI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/aiqo_-dBJ9s/s1600-h/vanda_miss_joaquim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191909186970664162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeXiGn_doIA/SA1d5ct5POI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/aiqo_-dBJ9s/s320/vanda_miss_joaquim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-3967443428381070900?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/3967443428381070900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=3967443428381070900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/3967443428381070900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/3967443428381070900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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/_XeXiGn_doIA/SA1d5ct5POI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/aiqo_-dBJ9s/s72-c/vanda_miss_joaquim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36684493.post-6490883589295083380</id><published>2008-04-19T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T01:06:27.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I CAN SENSE SOMETHING BAD COMING ON AND I DON'T THINK I'LL LIKE IT ONE BIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;please oh please, even though its not really my business.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IGNORANCE IS BLISS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me achieve that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-6490883589295083380?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/6490883589295083380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=6490883589295083380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/6490883589295083380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/6490883589295083380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-can-sense-something-bad-coming-on-and.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-4917243787809018795</id><published>2008-04-16T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:59:29.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeXiGn_doIA/SAYDPbemWpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/yjkGdxMCnOo/s1600-h/PROP080302-38-Bolton_Liverpool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189839184200096402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeXiGn_doIA/SAYDPbemWpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/yjkGdxMCnOo/s320/PROP080302-38-Bolton_Liverpool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Possibly the two hottest people alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT I THINK I WILL MISS EVERYONE AT THE END OF THE YEAR. 2A ROCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, I know its only April but hey, time will pass really really quickly. I must start appreciating people more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-4917243787809018795?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/4917243787809018795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=4917243787809018795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/4917243787809018795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/4917243787809018795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2008/04/possibly-two-hottest-people-alive.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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/_XeXiGn_doIA/SAYDPbemWpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/yjkGdxMCnOo/s72-c/PROP080302-38-Bolton_Liverpool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36684493.post-5089096394581916159</id><published>2008-04-15T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:59:33.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hands smell like herbal chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, SPORTS DAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, Sports Day. It was fun, yes. I need to say something again. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BOUGAE ROCKS.&lt;/span&gt; It really does. After Sports Day some of us went to watch Shutter at Vivo. It was scary. Of course it was. I was covering my eyes and listening to music. And I kept grabbing Boonhui and asking her what happened. The screams were so stupid and hilarious. You know after the show I thought that maybe it wasn't so bad and maybe I could sleep that night and kind of forgot about it for a while till at night. When I think about the movie, its funny sometimes. For now, its still scary. I wonder how long it will take to wear off. Some more my bangs look a bit like the ghost's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still remember how I was pulling my brother along the whole house that night. Sheesh, can't help being a coward right. I found Monsterhouse scary. Of course Shutter would be worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But still! I sat through it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures! My blog is void of pictures, I know. Can't help being lazy either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPORTS DAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189477556543707490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeXiGn_doIA/SAS6V7emWWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/bw_rytJQqqs/s320/DSC00106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189477522183969090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeXiGn_doIA/SAS6T7emWUI/AAAAAAAAAOI/uqJXT95rWnU/s320/DSC00103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189477526478936402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeXiGn_doIA/SAS6ULemWVI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/pyr66oVE79U/s320/DSC00104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189484978247195202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeXiGn_doIA/SATBF7emWkI/AAAAAAAAAQI/K0-r9DXAycw/s320/DSC00091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189487958954498642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeXiGn_doIA/SATDzbemWlI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/UnBiz1yNuto/s320/DSC00094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189477513594034482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeXiGn_doIA/SAS6TbemWTI/AAAAAAAAAOA/MR0ms6yGHUA/s320/DSC00102.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189487963249465954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeXiGn_doIA/SATDzremWmI/AAAAAAAAAQY/f1J7q3Jmods/s320/DSC00100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189487967544433266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeXiGn_doIA/SATDz7emWnI/AAAAAAAAAQg/eHRvIJZihhw/s320/DSC00101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189484961067325954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeXiGn_doIA/SATBE7emWgI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Rx1_Gz1gVTc/s320/DSC00082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189484973952227890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeXiGn_doIA/SATBFremWjI/AAAAAAAAAQA/NQYNMo45eJw/s320/DSC00088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189484969657260578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeXiGn_doIA/SATBFbemWiI/AAAAAAAAAP4/iIOSmYXULog/s320/DSC00089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189484965362293266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeXiGn_doIA/SATBFLemWhI/AAAAAAAAAPw/r0QoZmssG8c/s320/DSC00087.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189487976134367874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeXiGn_doIA/SATD0bemWoI/AAAAAAAAAQo/w0-ilsq0GP8/s320/DSC00098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And us, in 853 today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189481344704862706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeXiGn_doIA/SAS9ybemWfI/AAAAAAAAAPg/zqAkI3VX__k/s320/DSC00132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189481340409895394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeXiGn_doIA/SAS9yLemWeI/AAAAAAAAAPY/JjHY1C9tCVY/s320/DSC00128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189481331819960786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeXiGn_doIA/SAS9xremWdI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/1AL47mi6USg/s320/DSC00129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Match results recently have rocked. I am happy. We're in to the semis! WHOO. Okay I know that is quite old news already. Oh yes I woke up to watch the 3nd leg Liverpool-Arsenal match at 2.45am and my dad scolded me the next day when he found out. Some more there were tests the next day and he says that if I don't get an A I will get it. I am not too sure what 'it' is, but I presume its not something good. But the match was worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;History and Maths! What do you reckon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also want to talk about this shop called La-vanita at Peninsula! It's one of the coolest shops ever. My dad brought us there on Sunday it sells the coolest things too! All the soccer merchandise and the majority was Liverpool stuffs. They sell almost every Liverpool thing okay. It was so cool. I think we spent at least 30 minutes there? My dad bought the Liverpool car sticker thing. I got a poster!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stuffs there: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Liverpool posters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Liverpool keychains&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Liverpool clock&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Liverpool bedsheet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Liverpool caps&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Liverpool wallets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Liverpool badges&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Liverpool stickers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Liverpool file&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Liverpool pencil box&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Liverpool shoe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Liverpool bag(not the red adidas one)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Liverpool magazine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Liverpool pacifier(I'm not kidding)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Liverpool milk bottle(I'm not kidding either)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Liverpool cushion&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Liverpool player figurine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Liverpool towel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And that's just to name a few. I wanted the bedsheet but it was $80 and my mum said that I'd rather buy the bag. Anyway I'm just naming the Liverpool things. There were Manu, Arsenal and Chelsea too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Very very cool stuffs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-5089096394581916159?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/5089096394581916159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=5089096394581916159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/5089096394581916159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/5089096394581916159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-hands-smell-like-herbal-chicken.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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/_XeXiGn_doIA/SAS6V7emWWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/bw_rytJQqqs/s72-c/DSC00106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36684493.post-4718057505934218693</id><published>2008-04-13T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T01:09:15.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who are you.</title><content type='html'>And sometimes I ponder, if I'm just thinking too much. Given how everything is like, my eyes tell me a different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Sad Me again. Don't know what's wrong now. Match tonight. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KICK ASS, LIVERPOOL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candia shall attempt to be happy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just a quick short post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOUGAE ROCKS! BOUGAE CHEER ROCKS TOO! &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad to know that this could be my last year in Bougae. I love Bougae!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports Day was fun. Pictures and details other time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-4718057505934218693?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/4718057505934218693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=4718057505934218693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/4718057505934218693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/4718057505934218693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2008/04/who-are-you.html' title='Who are you.'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-8127572027565192186</id><published>2008-04-06T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T00:27:04.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if thats what you think.</title><content type='html'>Sorry, shouldn't have read.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, shouldn't have tried.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, shoudln't have been there.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, shoulnd't have cared.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, shouldn't have thought.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, shouldn't have gone.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was totally intentional, wasn't it? Im not stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What a loser, Candia, what a loser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-8127572027565192186?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/8127572027565192186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=8127572027565192186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/8127572027565192186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/8127572027565192186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2008/04/if-thats-what-you-think.html' title='if thats what you think.'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-4627551355658618264</id><published>2008-04-01T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:59:33.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jolene, you rock. Cheer up okay, cos you were really good. It's not your fault, in fact I think I was the one who screwed up. This is for you;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com.sg/imgres?imgurl=http://russelldavies.typepad.com/planning/happy.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.sodahead.com/poll/48774/&amp;amp;h=1704&amp;amp;w=2272&amp;amp;sz=778&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=6&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;tbnid=O1lPKb9EqWBjVM:&amp;amp;tbnh=113&amp;amp;tbnw=150&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dhappy%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DN"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com.sg/imgres?imgurl=http://russelldavies.typepad.com/planning/happy.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.sodahead.com/poll/48774/&amp;amp;h=1704&amp;amp;w=2272&amp;amp;sz=778&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=6&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;tbnid=O1lPKb9EqWBjVM:&amp;amp;tbnh=113&amp;amp;tbnw=150&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dhappy%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DN"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184283805640695058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeXiGn_doIA/R_JGp1oGHRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/zMzzfx8QVTY/s320/ASO33E1CAB9WBWMCA9HDIMACA5IO44ACA0TVPVACA790UWACAXR6JTJCAWSORPPCAKAX8GXCAY0WJ71CAIFNU4NCAHV72UUCA3MLHUDCAKQJGDCCAS1T74NCASRKJ0ACAJTGTBXCAS0GK9MCA89GKJKCAPTA2PLCAC5DOVW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SMILE(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah I think I screwed it up pretty badly. Sorry everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-4627551355658618264?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/4627551355658618264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=4627551355658618264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/4627551355658618264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/4627551355658618264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2008/04/jolene-you-rock.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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/_XeXiGn_doIA/R_JGp1oGHRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/zMzzfx8QVTY/s72-c/ASO33E1CAB9WBWMCA9HDIMACA5IO44ACA0TVPVACA790UWACAXR6JTJCAWSORPPCAKAX8GXCAY0WJ71CAIFNU4NCAHV72UUCA3MLHUDCAKQJGDCCAS1T74NCASRKJ0ACAJTGTBXCAS0GK9MCA89GKJKCAPTA2PLCAC5DOVW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36684493.post-3943653724073574403</id><published>2008-03-31T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:59:33.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LFC BOARD UPDATE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeXiGn_doIA/R_D0wloGHQI/AAAAAAAAANw/p7ZnntZd_kc/s1600-h/DSC00029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183912286674623746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeXiGn_doIA/R_D0wloGHQI/AAAAAAAAANw/p7ZnntZd_kc/s320/DSC00029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-3943653724073574403?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/3943653724073574403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=3943653724073574403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/3943653724073574403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/3943653724073574403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2008/03/lfc-board-update.html' title='LFC BOARD UPDATE!'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeXiGn_doIA/R_D0wloGHQI/AAAAAAAAANw/p7ZnntZd_kc/s72-c/DSC00029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36684493.post-3664517128599987639</id><published>2008-03-31T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:59:34.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hic hic hic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I lost my phone and then I found it again. On my bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. Why do I do such stupid things like misplacing my phone AT HOME? Desperate by Daphne Khoo is such a nice song. Suddenly, my whiteboard became an LFC board. Oh gosh, all my brother's nonsense on it. Its very stupid but I like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183906144871390450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeXiGn_doIA/R_DvLFoGHPI/AAAAAAAAANo/6iRF2BVddjU/s320/DSC00028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's see. There's a drawing of the Liverpool jersey. A bit weird. And then there's a list of the recent scores. I have no idea why ther is a 'not to scale' on top. It doesn't make sense. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; VICTORY AS REDS WIN THROUGH TORRES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And uh, 'we are the champions' is a bad saying because that's ManU's line? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow I'm running for 4x400m. I laugh and laugh and laugh. I cannot believe I'm actually taking part. I laugh somemore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Grandmother's staying over for a couple of days because The Daddy is away on a business trip. So, I need to take bus to school tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bad case of hiccups. I shouldn't even be here. But I'm here for a reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No more excuses, Candia. Don't let yourself regret. Or hate yourself in the end, wishing you had done more things before. Now is before. Stop fooling yourself already.&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/36684493-3664517128599987639?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/3664517128599987639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=3664517128599987639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/3664517128599987639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/3664517128599987639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2008/03/hic-hic-hic.html' title='hic hic hic'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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/_XeXiGn_doIA/R_DvLFoGHPI/AAAAAAAAANo/6iRF2BVddjU/s72-c/DSC00028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36684493.post-798447993895017449</id><published>2008-03-30T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T07:02:18.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>@^%#*&amp;(</title><content type='html'>Why do I keep losing things matter when they are lost? First I lost my Liverpool Cap. That was bad enough. Depressing even. Next I lost my wallet. Okay, that was terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS TIME I LOST MY HAVAIANAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the shit. Wait I didn't lose them. They got stolen. Effing hell. Bloody fooking hell. I curse the theif to death. You go and die. Go and jump off a building. I'm like damn angry now. What the &lt;s&gt;fuck.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh really, why do such things happen? And happen to ME? Just because I didn't keep my slippers in the shoe cabinet for a night it bloody hell got stolen. What is this. Other people leave their shoes outside and the shoes don't get stolen. Am I unlucky or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is getting depressing. The more I think the angrier I get. I'm so angry I think I might burn. Really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-798447993895017449?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/798447993895017449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=798447993895017449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/798447993895017449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/798447993895017449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post_30.html' title='@^%#*&amp;('/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-2628793545796399276</id><published>2008-03-30T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T04:06:44.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't like me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OH GOSH I CANNOT BELIEVE WE DID THAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, nevermind. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Anyway, people, go to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.littlebobeepsheeps.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.littlebobeepsheeps.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its COOL, INTERESTING and FUNNY! So, do visit it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what. I just dampened my own mood. I'm in another I-don't like-myself mood. See what happens when I'm by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd better stop before it gets worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a super unproductive day. All thanks to me. Funny how I feel guilty about this and not &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THAT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am going to do something now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a hot pink shirt for twenty bucks yesterday and my mum chided me for buying it because the material was lousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was a machine after I reached home because I felt really sorry. I am proud of myself. But of course, I'm back to my usual self again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what do you expect. As I said, I'm going to do something now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-2628793545796399276?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/2628793545796399276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=2628793545796399276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/2628793545796399276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/2628793545796399276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-dont-like-me.html' title='I don&apos;t like me.'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-254657346082242395</id><published>2008-03-30T04:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T04:06:21.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I say</title><content type='html'>This is when I feel that my life sucks. I know I am very lucky. But its a feeling I get all the same. I need to bring myself out of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-254657346082242395?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/254657346082242395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=254657346082242395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/254657346082242395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/254657346082242395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-say.html' title='I say'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-6468652028257760162</id><published>2008-03-26T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T22:44:28.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BU YAO</title><content type='html'>Yushu says bu yao. I asked her to type something here. She says bu yao. I am so sad. Today is a funny day. History, I laughed. But! I am not going to tell you the joke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuanjing is a HORSE. Heehaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuanjing is happy her name is here.&lt;br /&gt; HI CANIDA! HIHIHIHIHI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I have lame friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM NOT LAME! I HAVE LEGS! :DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;okay, that joke was so yuanjing era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay thank you everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-6468652028257760162?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/6468652028257760162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=6468652028257760162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/6468652028257760162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/6468652028257760162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2008/03/bu-yao.html' title='BU YAO'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-3669196533128512497</id><published>2008-03-26T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T08:36:15.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GET OFF.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Train Wreck-Saw Loser&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You cry but no one hears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I go through hell just to wipe your tears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And i take your pain just to keep you intact&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm not saying just to keep you in town&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I juist want to keep you on track&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its been two long years, two long years&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And those things change&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its hard to get away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When its been two hard years, two hard years&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And its beena long time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Too long to rail your tracks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I hear, according to my own interpretation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Running Away-Midnight Hour&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dont lie and say that it's okay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's alright if there's nothing more to say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I'm running away, I'm leaving this place&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah... I'm running away, I'm running away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't tell me I'm the one to blame&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's too late for you to make me stay. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, I won't stay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I'm running away, I'm leaving this place,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah... I'm running away, I'm running away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And faster than you can follow me from this lonely place&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And farther than you can find me, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm leaving, yeah... I'm leaving today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I, I'll never let you find me, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm leaving you behind with the past and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No I won't look back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I don't want to hear your reasons, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't want to hear you tell me why I should stay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Try, try to understand me, try to understand what I say when I say I can't stay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I, I'm moving on from this place, leaving and I won't wait, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm running away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm running away, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im leaving this place,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah...Im running away, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im running away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two very nice songs. No, I do not have too much time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-3669196533128512497?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/3669196533128512497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=3669196533128512497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/3669196533128512497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/3669196533128512497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2008/03/get-off.html' title='GET OFF.'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-1124808497005347743</id><published>2008-03-26T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T06:53:09.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am happy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU FOR YESTERDAY PEOPLE, YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE. (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And everyone else who wished me. I love you guys. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-1124808497005347743?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/1124808497005347743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=1124808497005347743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/1124808497005347743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/1124808497005347743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-am-happy.html' title='I am happy.'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-344766988756932924</id><published>2008-03-24T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:59:34.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liverpool, through and through</title><content type='html'>I feel defiant and bitter. I still feel angry and prejudiced. Call me a bad sport, I don't really care. But really! I'm so disappointed. I thought with the current form the outcome could be different. But it just wasn't our night. Today is a sad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of referee is Steve Bennet. When I die I am going to haunt him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay fine, maybe I'm just finding avenues to put the blame of the loss on. I'm just a really bad sport when it comes to this. I've cursed enough, just ask Julene. I know this won't help change the score. BUT STILL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181316464275496162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeXiGn_doIA/R-e731oGHOI/AAAAAAAAANg/2A89Ji2dbyU/s320/Liverpool_FC_logo.png" border="0" /&gt;You'll Never Walk Alone, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm feeling depressed all over again, thinking about it. Oh fook.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's amazing how much you can put up with from people you like and how little you can take from the people you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-344766988756932924?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/344766988756932924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=344766988756932924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/344766988756932924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/344766988756932924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2008/03/liverpool-through-and-through.html' title='Liverpool, through and through'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeXiGn_doIA/R-e731oGHOI/AAAAAAAAANg/2A89Ji2dbyU/s72-c/Liverpool_FC_logo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36684493.post-1321521746362805486</id><published>2008-03-23T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T02:57:38.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I should be shot,</title><content type='html'>because I don't quite like myself now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I really hate this. Screw me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know about the Singtel gaining rights for the Champions league thing? That is so bloody damn stupid. From next season, to watch the Champions League you have to buy another cable tv box. And its &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JUST TO WATCH THE CHAMPIONS LEAGUE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/u&gt; Tell me, how dumb is that? Really, who would suscribe to Singtel Mio just to watch it? Not only will 2 cable tv boxes look funny at your tv table, it is also SUPER DUPER ridiculous. Whose ingenious idea is this? What the fishhhhh. This is so lame I want to push those people who came up with this excellent idea off a building. And this is all so that Singtel can earn money. What the poop. Money money money. Money is more important than the consumers. Because of money the consumers have to suffer. How prejudiced is that. I feel like ripping their heads off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I cannot watch Champions League from next season anymore because my father doens't want to suscribe it Singtel Mio or whatever its called. AND WHAT IF LIVERPOOL WINS THE CHAMPIONS LEAGUE NEXT SEASON??!!??!!!! Then I cannot watch the finals too. This is too dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TONIGHT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LIVERPOOL, SHALL WIN. &gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because, I say so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-1321521746362805486?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/1321521746362805486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=1321521746362805486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/1321521746362805486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/1321521746362805486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-should-be-shot.html' title='I should be shot,'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-8582192808502212820</id><published>2008-03-20T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:59:34.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY FERNANDO JOSE TORRES SANZ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179767965356530898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeXiGn_doIA/R-I7hVoGHNI/AAAAAAAAANY/AtPAv6PbMxk/s320/th_Fernando_Torres1_558005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179767548744703170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeXiGn_doIA/R-I7JFoGHMI/AAAAAAAAANQ/EHllfQiOFdg/s320/z51958840.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do continue scoring goals. The more the merrier. Thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-8582192808502212820?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/8582192808502212820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=8582192808502212820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/8582192808502212820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/8582192808502212820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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/_XeXiGn_doIA/R-I7hVoGHNI/AAAAAAAAANY/AtPAv6PbMxk/s72-c/th_Fernando_Torres1_558005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36684493.post-1180383506440070568</id><published>2008-03-17T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T08:33:01.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making friends with shadows on the wall</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone. I have decided to pin up my fringe. My horrible fringe with two partings. Or maybe three. Until I get it cut, I shall pin it up. Hooray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking. And I have come to the conclusion that I shall stop trying to want this and that. I shall stop wishing that I have more clothes, more bags, stuffs like that. Because, I should be happy with what I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy with what I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is late, the radio is playing loudly but it doesn't wake anyone up. I should really sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, everything seems like a blur. A blur. A mess. Everything is insignificant. Or maybe because I'm in solitude now, my thoughts get warped up naturally. Tomorrow I will be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should never be allowed to be alone where I will start thinking and wallow in self-pity or whatever nonsense I come up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a good book to indulge in that's meaningful and nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MANCHESTER UNITED VS LIVERPOOL&lt;/span&gt;-SUNDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LIVERPOOL VS ARSENAL&lt;/span&gt;-2ND APRIL&lt;br /&gt;Exciting matches. Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy, really. (((((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-1180383506440070568?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/1180383506440070568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=1180383506440070568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/1180383506440070568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/1180383506440070568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2008/03/making-friends-with-shadows-on-wall.html' title='Making friends with shadows on the wall'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-7793077253725141438</id><published>2008-03-14T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T05:19:25.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>laaaaaaaaalloooooooleeeee.</title><content type='html'>TAG REPLIES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Varsha: What's wrong with tagging me huh! Hello Varsha. &lt;br /&gt;Yuanjing: I'm hot.&lt;br /&gt;[-sp]: =)))) &lt;br /&gt;ANU: Hello! &lt;br /&gt;Varsha: Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Joey: Why you suddenly 'haha'.  &lt;br /&gt;Julene: wheeeeeeeee.  &lt;br /&gt;Esther: My hair feels worthy of a shampoo comercial. Just look at it. Centre partings are the new in!&lt;br /&gt;Boonhui: Oh yeah????? I'm cooler. ((:&lt;br /&gt;Yuanjing: But its laughing at me. ):&lt;br /&gt;Yuanjing: What advice yuanjing? you pity? okay okay.&lt;br /&gt;[-sp]: Oh thanks, xuepiao. I know your chinese is good. Remind meeeeeee.\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone. I've been busy. Too bad. Or this would have bene a longer post. Actually, I'm feeling lazy now. Too bad. Today, I laughed. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-7793077253725141438?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/7793077253725141438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=7793077253725141438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/7793077253725141438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/7793077253725141438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2008/03/laaaaaaaaalloooooooleeeee.html' title='laaaaaaaaalloooooooleeeee.'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-1693090550629847031</id><published>2008-03-10T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:59:35.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mock disgust</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeXiGn_doIA/R9VWZ8MVMxI/AAAAAAAAANI/m655t7JCtPo/s1600-h/z29357523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176138350386819858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeXiGn_doIA/R9VWZ8MVMxI/AAAAAAAAANI/m655t7JCtPo/s320/z29357523.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look Candia, it's laughing at you. You've been so stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-1693090550629847031?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/1693090550629847031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=1693090550629847031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/1693090550629847031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/1693090550629847031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2008/03/mock-disgust.html' title='Mock disgust'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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/_XeXiGn_doIA/R9VWZ8MVMxI/AAAAAAAAANI/m655t7JCtPo/s72-c/z29357523.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36684493.post-7598250813778225085</id><published>2008-03-10T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T08:21:23.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Until you lose what you have won.</title><content type='html'>My bloskin is forcing me to get a new one. However I am stubborn. I shall leave it as it is until when I feel like it. How ironic, when I finally not screw the codes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liverpool vs Newcastle; 3-0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Owen. I wonder what he was thinking of during the match. Years ago, he was Liverpool's golden boy, hero, The Man. And then he enters the pitch as captain of Newcastle and sees the Liverpool fans worshipping a new, sexy, hot and pretty Kop hero in Fernando Torres. Torres has everything Owen used to have, and more. Pace, finishing, class, and of course, the golden boy looks. And with Torres's 19th goal that day, he has also equalised Owen's best ever league record in Liverpool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking like Liverpool and Owen used to be a couple. Then Owen dumped Liverpool and Liverpool found a new hotter lover, Torres. Now Owen is jealous and wishes he was back there again but he realises he's being replaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the irony of it all. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Keegan too. Owen and Keegan were great strikers during their time in Liverpool. And now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hoony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound like I hate Owen a lot but I don't. Afterall he did Liverpool proud. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose its sad too. And Gerrard and Owen were great friends. Actually its really sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've just finished a cup of honey lemon. I hopehopehope my voice will get better. It'd better get better. If it doesn't I'll be so dead. In ways I don't want to imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, Candia, you eat all those stuffs yesterday and see what happened. You bloody idiot you didn't give a damn right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my voice has gone all high pitched when I talk. Thats the only way I can speak with the words being clear. Oh golly me. I'm listening to Minoi recording. Hopefully, it gets drilled into my head. It has been playing since 9; which was two hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow morning, I'm going down to exercise. Tomorrow morning, I have Chinese tuition. I think the tutor has an attitude problem. Whatever. Tomorrow morning, I wake up early. Tomorrow morning, I fret about Minoi. Tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see. This holiday or school &lt;em&gt;break&lt;/em&gt;(haha) is nearly half gone. What has been completed? Close to nothing. I realise everyday is occupied. There is something on everyday. Tell me when I'm going to get my homework done. Fook the shite. So annoying. For goodness sake, there is bao zhang pin su to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely holiday. Oh, I could just die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh I can't even wake up any later than 10. This is utter bullshit. Please, even school days are probably less hectic. Apparently, the teachers think we have a lot of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-7598250813778225085?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/7598250813778225085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=7598250813778225085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/7598250813778225085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/7598250813778225085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2008/03/until-you-lose-what-you-have-won.html' title='Until you lose what you have won.'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-8681534162062954863</id><published>2008-03-04T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T07:43:17.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumbled. Rumbled. Crumbled.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hello. La. Blah. Gah. What a horrible whatever whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey. Slow down please. Give me a day to relax and slack. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things going on now. And I say stop! Wait! But no it&lt;br /&gt;doesn't do as I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sad. I am tired. I want to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early. At 10. And wake up not feeling sleepy for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps with the homework fully completed? And goodbye&lt;br /&gt;procrastinations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello mugger me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not easy. Uh-uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear me. Why? Tell me. Clear up, get solved on your own. What's wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Something. Very very wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No solutions though. No sense either. Nothing. Where's that&lt;br /&gt;something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy. Let's all be. Good. No more of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Candia goes to sleep, anticipating a hopefully nice tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter if you don't understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-8681534162062954863?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/8681534162062954863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=8681534162062954863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/8681534162062954863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/8681534162062954863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2008/03/jumbled-rumbled-crumbled.html' title='Jumbled. Rumbled. Crumbled.'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-1273664055816427503</id><published>2008-03-03T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:59:38.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; we all go whee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173551935646477746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeXiGn_doIA/R8wmEyc-LbI/AAAAAAAAALw/V2Wl4btN680/s320/PROP080302-24-Bolton_Liverpool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND IT WAS 3-1!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173551922761575842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeXiGn_doIA/R8wmECc-LaI/AAAAAAAAALo/9GkXoA_5uDY/s320/PROP080302-38-Bolton_Liverpool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love this picture a lot. Don't roll your eyes and go whatever. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-1273664055816427503?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/1273664055816427503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=1273664055816427503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/1273664055816427503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/1273664055816427503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2008/03/we-all-go-whee.html' title='&amp; we all go whee.'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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/_XeXiGn_doIA/R8wmEyc-LbI/AAAAAAAAALw/V2Wl4btN680/s72-c/PROP080302-24-Bolton_Liverpool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36684493.post-1595683972321057585</id><published>2008-03-01T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T09:34:39.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; I forgot to say</title><content type='html'>My changing of blogskin was successful. Now I can't stop admiring my blog. It is so cool. Oh my gosh, it actually didn't screw up at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, thank you, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candia you are so pathetic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-1595683972321057585?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/1595683972321057585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=1595683972321057585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/1595683972321057585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/1595683972321057585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-forgot-to-say.html' title='&amp; I forgot to say'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-787896066246236036</id><published>2008-03-01T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T01:39:48.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Penguin Pooing; Impatient Indian Ipod; Bouncy Bunny Bitching</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;TAG REPLIES.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Xuepiao&lt;/strong&gt;:I also miss you. aw aw aw. My socks rock my socks. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Varsha&lt;/strong&gt;: oh gosh. Thank you thank you thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joey&lt;/strong&gt;: okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Catherine&lt;/strong&gt;: hello cat!&lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yuanjing&lt;/strong&gt;: of course I can dance. I rock so much. yes yes, and the grammys too. you are also featured in it. Sure sure, do you want a photoshoot too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Julene&lt;/strong&gt;: I saw you today you angry alliteration alligator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boonhui&lt;/strong&gt;: I sleep with the pillow! So hot like whoa. JEALOU, TWIN?(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hui Ju&lt;/strong&gt;: Thanks. I changed it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Varsha&lt;/strong&gt;: WHOO, rocked. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deborah&lt;/strong&gt;: thank you, your luck worked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noel&lt;/strong&gt;: I bet you cannot wait for the show right. ;D26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay. Firstly, LJ rocked. So much, I could learn the whole dictionary and still not be able to describe it. Best 3 days of the year thus far. It's so damn sad. 3 days is so short for goodness sake, but it was fun while it lasted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Busride conversations&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Late night crashing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hi Harry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gossips&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Camwhoring&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TORRES PILLOW THING OH GOSH I LOVE YOU SINGYIIIIIII.&lt;3333333333&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jolene's interesting stories&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shopping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Amazing Race&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Titbits&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;F.O.S&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sesame Street&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rice cultivation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pewter don't know what&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cheerleader hair&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cool socks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sucky ice cream&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Terrorist&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Funny vase with distorted faces&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pissed waitress&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Passport photos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cool paul frank with moustache&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Squeezing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Class bonding!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slipping and falling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laughing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And so much more. I don't know how to upload the pictures from the camera without using the cable because I am dumb.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went to Orchard with Julene today to start on KTBG. I'm swearing off coffee for at least a week. Coffee is so nauseating after a while. Did you know that all doors are automatic? Julene bought this sick magazine for herself to read. And she read every single thing in there and said it was really interesting! Julene owes me money. I am a loanshark. My cheapo shoes suck. I think blisters are developing. Ew. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow, Candia dies. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bloody literature shit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maths homework&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chinese test to worry about&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chinese tuition homework&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Freaking maths tuition homework&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mundi Renovatio&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wake up early&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because Monday school resumes, I feel sad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because I will come up with more problems&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just because.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, so shit. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jolene just said my tag so cute. Well, duh. Oh wait, she's actually talking about herself. Double duh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, Jolene you cute lah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow Liverpool plays against Bolton. We must win if not I will do nothing again. I shall watch the match with the Torres pillow! Added power! Whoo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This post is long. Wow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I'm getting a little too materialistic for my own good. Suddenly, I want everything. Or maybe I'm just going through a phase. Ah, who cares. Candia is a sucker for material stuff.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hate the phrase &lt;em&gt;'just going through a phase.' &lt;/em&gt;I think its really condescending in a way. I don't know why.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This post is really really long. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chinese test on Monday and Wednesday. Boo. Will it be difficult? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's a rhetorical question.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I take back my word. Actually I want a lot more than material stuffs. Like, I want&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good grades&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everlasting company&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A kick ass vocabulary&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To be fluent in another language&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Improve in Chinese&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be better in piano&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Liverpool to win EPL and everything&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The terrorist to just evaporate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Problems to be solved&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Homework to magically be settled&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I FREAKING WANT. Okay so maybe materialistic-sm is increasing. Or however you phrase it. You ge the idea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh why am I talking about this. Yuanjing, your meeting with the editors of Cool Weekly have been arranged. However, I advise you to act cooler than usual. I will give you some tips on Monday. Yushu will have to come up with another contract. Another overdue one and she will be fired.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am so lame.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is so late now. Oh, did I say I woke up at 12.07 today? That was so cool. It's a first, so it makes it even cooler.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The house is so quiet now. Julene has a picture of her boyfriend as her phone wallpaper. I ate a chocolate bunny lolly today. Tomorrow, I shall go jogging. I am so unfit now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am an elephant.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The time now is 1.23am. I shall make a wish before it changes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, it changed even before I finished. How very stupid of me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Goodnight. This post is too long. Expect more long posts in future. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS: SINGYI THANK YOU FOR THE EARLY BDAY PRESENT OKAY IT ROCKS SO GODDAMN MUCH!! AH, YOU ROCK! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-787896066246236036?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/787896066246236036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=787896066246236036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/787896066246236036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/787896066246236036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2008/03/poor-penguin-pooing-impatient-indian.html' title='Poor Penguin Pooing; Impatient Indian Ipod; Bouncy Bunny Bitching'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-5465481728548827018</id><published>2008-02-29T04:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T04:23:30.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Learning Journey 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Kuala Lumpur&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coming soon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Memorable!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Candia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Fun, entertaining, one of those hard-to-forget experiences."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Cake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Bound to bring you laughters, tears, joy, anger, FUN. A pity it was too short."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Cool Weekly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-5465481728548827018?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/5465481728548827018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=5465481728548827018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/5465481728548827018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/5465481728548827018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2008/02/learning-journey-2008-kuala-lumpur.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-5647442789275036603</id><published>2008-02-21T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T07:48:10.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sod it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SERIOUSLY, SCREW IT, SCREW IT ALL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHAT DOES IT MATTER?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;What? Honestly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-5647442789275036603?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/5647442789275036603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=5647442789275036603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/5647442789275036603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/5647442789275036603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2008/02/sod-it.html' title='sod it.'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-3740429491486719883</id><published>2008-02-21T06:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:59:38.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sucks to be you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeXiGn_doIA/R72I9HAZxTI/AAAAAAAAALY/f-0HMSXR-HA/s1600-h/PROP080219-31-Liverpool_Inter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169438530725332274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeXiGn_doIA/R72I9HAZxTI/AAAAAAAAALY/f-0HMSXR-HA/s320/PROP080219-31-Liverpool_Inter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Liverpool-Inter Milan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2-0!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm glad I watched. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*22/2/08&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-3740429491486719883?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/3740429491486719883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=3740429491486719883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/3740429491486719883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/3740429491486719883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2008/02/sucks-to-be-you.html' title='Sucks to be you'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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/_XeXiGn_doIA/R72I9HAZxTI/AAAAAAAAALY/f-0HMSXR-HA/s72-c/PROP080219-31-Liverpool_Inter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36684493.post-1464489180687697394</id><published>2008-02-18T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T07:07:36.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hnsikczx,m.</title><content type='html'>History test. And suddenly it hits me. Why is it bothering me only now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I don't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to think anymore.&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;You tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-1464489180687697394?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/1464489180687697394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=1464489180687697394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/1464489180687697394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/1464489180687697394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2008/02/hnsikczxm.html' title='hnsikczx,m.'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-3740512057894701423</id><published>2008-02-16T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T07:03:40.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh no!</title><content type='html'>Rafael Benitez is losing his Mandate of Heaven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-3740512057894701423?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/3740512057894701423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=3740512057894701423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/3740512057894701423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/3740512057894701423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2008/02/oh-no.html' title='oh no!'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-738117753959294392</id><published>2008-02-14T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T07:20:48.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh sure, sure.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love everyone! Thanks for the gifts! Sorry to those whom I didn't give anything! Today was a lovely day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths test tomorrow. I SHALL DO WELL. Hooray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuanjing has concave boobs. Hilarious. Laugh. That means she when wears bras she has to push the...okay nevermind. I'm laughing like an idiot. I cannot type. I am exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone has a jillion problems. I should bring it to a counsellor. Oh no. I am so lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be sleeping now. My parents think I'm sleeping now. I shall sleep now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-738117753959294392?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/738117753959294392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=738117753959294392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/738117753959294392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/738117753959294392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2008/02/oh-sure-sure.html' title='Oh sure, sure.'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-81530202186191369</id><published>2008-02-10T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T05:14:29.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oblivion</title><content type='html'>Liverpool and Chelsea later. I'm not watching. I don't want to know the score. I'm almost too afraid to know. Call this stupid or whatever. But I'm actually serious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-81530202186191369?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/81530202186191369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=81530202186191369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/81530202186191369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/81530202186191369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2008/02/oblivion.html' title='Oblivion'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-178343823398775</id><published>2008-02-10T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:00:12.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeXiGn_doIA/R669InAZxSI/AAAAAAAAALQ/RIlVqtVOtBo/s1600-h/friends_by_m4rea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165273778247812386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeXiGn_doIA/R669InAZxSI/AAAAAAAAALQ/RIlVqtVOtBo/s320/friends_by_m4rea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Remember when we were little and the biggest decision we had to make was to either go on the swings or the monkey bars during recess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or how the only fake people we knew were Barbie &amp;amp; Ken. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or how the only way our friends could disappear was in a game of hide &amp;amp; seek. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And the only drama that happened was when your best friend stole your candy bar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-178343823398775?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/178343823398775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=178343823398775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/178343823398775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/178343823398775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2008/02/remember-when-we-were-little-and.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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/_XeXiGn_doIA/R669InAZxSI/AAAAAAAAALQ/RIlVqtVOtBo/s72-c/friends_by_m4rea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36684493.post-8618215378200226880</id><published>2008-02-10T00:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T00:29:30.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Screwed. Whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-8618215378200226880?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/8618215378200226880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=8618215378200226880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/8618215378200226880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/8618215378200226880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2008/02/screwed.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-5324315652879168675</id><published>2008-02-08T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T20:05:06.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY VARSHA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. AM. PISSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fook the shite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything and everything is making me pissed. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GRR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also very unhappy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I lost my wallet-&lt;/span&gt; yes, again. My mum thinks I don't give a damn and she has been going on since. And what did I do to deserve this. If I left it on the bus, then a kind soul should return it to me because I have returned so many handphones left on buses.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Torres is injured-&lt;/span&gt;what shit is this.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I cannot watch the Chelsea Liverpool match&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;why is it so late. My dad doesn't allow me to watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;My homework stands unfinished-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and I thought it wasn't a lot. And the Total Defence thing. It just popped out of nowhere. Fish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I don't understand Science&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;jsdf@*(#&amp;amp;!!! And I thought I did. After I consulted Mr Gab everything seemed so clear and then I look at the balancing equations worksheet and I realised I don't know how to do it afterall. Thats it. Goodbye A1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tests next week-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;need I say more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Choir tickets-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so far from the target. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm having a bad hair day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;School starts on Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;My brother is trying to get on my nerves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Geography test-&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;screw it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Basically everything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel like crying out tears of frustration. Goddamn it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SOMEBODY JUST SHOOT ME. NOW.&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/36684493-5324315652879168675?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/5324315652879168675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=5324315652879168675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/5324315652879168675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/5324315652879168675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-birthday-varsha-i.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-1985407662492955058</id><published>2008-02-05T02:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T02:59:16.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Candia, you &lt;i&gt;suck.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, I'll just shut up and let you say all you want. Because whenever I try to say what I think, its always wrong. It's just freaking wrong right. You think you're so great. Whatever. Exellent. You've got me pissed. Thanks, okay, &lt;em&gt;thanks.&lt;/em&gt; What is your bloody problem. Why must you always spoil my mood? Bitch. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fuck.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe redemption has stories to tell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where can you run to escape from yourself?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where you gonna go?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-1985407662492955058?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/1985407662492955058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=1985407662492955058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/1985407662492955058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/1985407662492955058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2008/02/candia-you-suck.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-3334707854714349720</id><published>2008-02-03T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:00:12.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 - 0&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Liverpool vs Sunderland&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162687001147693698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeXiGn_doIA/R6WMeXXvWoI/AAAAAAAAAK4/XVm5JZoS_P8/s320/exception+again.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162687001147693714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeXiGn_doIA/R6WMeXXvWpI/AAAAAAAAALA/VD5w7xDqPJY/s320/ATF3V4GCA6MENKOCASYHFDCCA45R2SICATH8ZAFCA00J09VCANUGSMKCAJ54ZG8CA0J666OCAGBMVYWCAQ7H83DCAMQM70NCAR4V1E9CA4XB5SHCABM9V1CCA498TYACA7FWZ23CAHP5ARACABRD5VGCAU4GEPZCA7MEUXS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162687005442661026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeXiGn_doIA/R6WMenXvWqI/AAAAAAAAALI/Xw2P_wfkWq0/s320/exception.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up this morning only to find myself on the sofa with my specs on and for a while I didn't know what was going on and then I realised I had fallen asleep watching the match. And my dad came and asked me what the score was and I said I couldn't remember. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now my neck is very pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I am tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I planned to sleep at ten and then to wake up at one. In the end I didn't sleep at all and I had to wake up at eight today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lalala.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Test is tomorrow. :O &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I dont want the world to see me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cause I dont think that they'd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-3334707854714349720?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/3334707854714349720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=3334707854714349720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/3334707854714349720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/3334707854714349720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2008/02/3-0-liverpool-vs-sunderland-i-woke-up.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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/_XeXiGn_doIA/R6WMeXXvWoI/AAAAAAAAAK4/XVm5JZoS_P8/s72-c/exception+again.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36684493.post-5816745634064087125</id><published>2008-02-02T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T06:48:13.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is the day I reply my tags through a post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VARSHA:&lt;/strong&gt; Hello. Self praises are ego boosters. (: Yes yuanjing is dumb. No I am the coolest. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOEL:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh gosh yes yes yes. I miss it. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOONHUI:&lt;/strong&gt; My blog is cool right. Thanks. Science I haven't starteddd. D: You don't do so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YUANJING:&lt;/strong&gt; Don't you know? Screwed blogs are the coolest things ever. When I'm in the correct mood, at the correct time, I shall do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUIJU:&lt;/strong&gt; Hello! Thanks! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JORENE:&lt;/strong&gt; Hmm, but wouldn't expanding it make it bigger? We didn't even know it was his birthday lah. Your tuition class is so cool! I miss the TPY place. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOEY:&lt;/strong&gt; Hahahaha. You better ace maths ah. :D BOUGAE ROCKS, joey! GOSH GOSH YESSSSS. Yay, sameeee. :DDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JULENE:&lt;/strong&gt; Don't laugh till your teeth drop out. Why, thank you I'm so flattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SINGYI:&lt;/strong&gt; BOOOOOOO. I think I want to throw my booboo away. It's out of shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GLORIA:&lt;/strong&gt; No problem! Thanks for linking me too! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a distinction for the Grade 5 theory exam. I am happy. It's just one out of so many not so happy stuffs but it's enough I guess. For now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to watch the match later. Honestly if they lose again I'm going to..okay, nothing. I just hope for a win. I ought to sleep now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-5816745634064087125?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/5816745634064087125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=5816745634064087125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/5816745634064087125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/5816745634064087125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2008/02/today-is-day-i-reply-my-tags-through.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-2861741302306090524</id><published>2008-01-29T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T07:17:56.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't like Ollala.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-2861741302306090524?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/2861741302306090524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=2861741302306090524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/2861741302306090524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/2861741302306090524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-dont-like-ollala.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-3934952376378832055</id><published>2008-01-26T03:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:00:12.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeXiGn_doIA/R5satXXvWlI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5RAmEQsljow/s1600-h/wwduck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159747164753058386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeXiGn_doIA/R5satXXvWlI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5RAmEQsljow/s320/wwduck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so tired. But happy and satisfied. (: FEP rocks. Got scolded for getting the stich shirt but I love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;please please stop making a fool of yourself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-3934952376378832055?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/3934952376378832055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=3934952376378832055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/3934952376378832055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/3934952376378832055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-so-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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/_XeXiGn_doIA/R5satXXvWlI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5RAmEQsljow/s72-c/wwduck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36684493.post-8127937671697812156</id><published>2008-01-23T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T07:17:11.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad's gonna send me to school tomorrow cos I left my tie at school. I'm so evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, from now on, NO COMPUTER EXCEPT FOR WEEKENDS. Or exceptions. Today's an exception. It is quite live-able cos I don't seem to use the computer on weekdays anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I'm angry okay. I'm angry at the American owners. They freaking suck. They should like just jump off a building or something. They are screwing Liverpool. Oh, those stubborn poops. Or whatever mean thing you want to call them. It's been so depressing reading the papers cos Liverpool seems to be hitting the headlines for all the wring reasons. It's all about money right. Who are they kidding lah. Stupid, stupid. Fish, fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, they should just freaking LEAVE. It's so obvious they are unwanted. Loserrrrrs. Someone tell them to go away. No wait, they have been told but they are just some stubborn pigs who want to make profit. What shite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I just had to rant. I know this post is so liverpool-ey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I'm moving but I've got no where.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-8127937671697812156?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/8127937671697812156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=8127937671697812156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/8127937671697812156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/8127937671697812156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2008/01/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-3289722110938099137</id><published>2008-01-19T00:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T10:05:59.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY YUSHU&lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost 1am now. Apparently, the finish-homework-by-today plan failed. As expected. I didn't bring any thing home to study for the weekend. I feel guilty. But when I bring home stuffs to study, I don't even touch them. Ha. Ha. I laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year during the first term, I rocked. Because I remembered how much effort I really put in. I did all my homework way before the deadlines and I went home to revise everyday and attempted to read chapters in advance. I rocked I rocked I rock&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ED&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I barely bother. Revision, what's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what will happen. Ladeeda. This ignorance is getting scary. I'm scared. Candia scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I was tired. Now I'm awake as ever. We got our school diaries today. It's much nicer than last year's. Harp is such a nice instrument. It sounds like a cross between a piano and a guitar. I didn't know harps were so tall but then again, I've never seen one till today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mini Yushu Birthday celebration today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attempted to lead as an SL. I'm not SL material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you know how when sometimes you have hopes and dreams on the verge&lt;br /&gt;of getting fulfilled, and suddenly something gets in your way and you realise&lt;br /&gt;perhaps you can't get them anymore? When I knew that maybe it could happen, you&lt;br /&gt;have no idea how happy I was. Let me ask you something; is it correct to give up&lt;br /&gt;your happiness to help others? To what extent is it considered as too much?&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that you could actually help to make a difference--what would you&lt;br /&gt;choose? To get your dreams fulfilled, or to help that someone? If you choose the&lt;br /&gt;former, would you live your dream in guilt as that someone suffers? You wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;enjoy yourself. But its the dream you've been waiting so long for. What would&lt;br /&gt;you do? What would you do huh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-3289722110938099137?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/3289722110938099137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=3289722110938099137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/3289722110938099137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/3289722110938099137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-birthday-yushu3-its-almost-1am.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-6549329391185645698</id><published>2008-01-13T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T05:25:32.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gah. I'm feeling very very introverted right now. I don't feel like talking to anyone. I don't even feel like talking. Perhaps that's why I gave up signing into MSN when it failed the first time. This feels really weird, blogging. I haven't blogged in ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't want to go to school tomorrow. I just don't feel like. It's a dread all right. I know I still have to and that really sucks. Tomorrow's a Monday. I abhor Mondays. Freaking shit. I'll turn up in school like some old lady tomorrow with all the bags. I have choir tomorrow so I have to bring choir tee and then after that I have to rush off for tuition so I need to bring my file. And there is PE. No, I like PE but the point here is that I have to bring my uniform to change. So many things. I don't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I hate everything now. Everything that's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, I really really don't want to go to school. Please let me develop a fever or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laugh at the irony of the picture in the last post. Good year? Look at things so far. Amusing. Or maybe I'm just very very pessimistic now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the fact that my family sleeps so early. It's 9pm and guess what. Everyone is turning off their lights and turning in. Candia, shut out of everything. I'm always the last one to sleep. I feel like a nocturnal animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screwed. That's what everything is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to believe that after every bad thing that happens, something good will follow. But it doesn't seem to be happening now. Tell me why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I was thinking about con-men. I was thinking about the type that calls you on your mobile phones informing you about how you've won 10 000 bucks or whatever ridiculous amount of money. Hilarious. And then I started to think of ways to reply them if one of them ever call me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go 'huh' a hundred times and irritate the person till he hangs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe speak in gibberish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could start laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or act cool. Like, 'Uh, do you think I would be so stupid to believe you?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the person would try to sound more convincing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll go 'whatever' and hang up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could act businesslike and speak in this posh voice saying 'I'm sorry but I have no time for such nonsense. If you would excuse me, I have to make a call to Mr. Alabamahahnananana the Director of blah blah.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I could pretend to be this daughter of some filthy rich person and go 'WHAT?!?!?! &lt;u&gt;Only&lt;/u&gt; $10 000?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, is there a Geography test coming up? Someone please tell me the exact date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost 9.30pm. My table is as messy as ever. I have an unpacked bag. I have unfinished homework. In less than an hour's time, my parents will automatically wake up and yell for me to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight. Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-6549329391185645698?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/6549329391185645698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=6549329391185645698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/6549329391185645698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/6549329391185645698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2008/01/gah.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-4058041699817715821</id><published>2008-01-04T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:00:13.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeXiGn_doIA/R38uXw2bDaI/AAAAAAAAAKE/kL95P3_dVFE/s1600-h/z69888520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151887484520172962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeXiGn_doIA/R38uXw2bDaI/AAAAAAAAAKE/kL95P3_dVFE/s320/z69888520.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-4058041699817715821?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/4058041699817715821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=4058041699817715821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/4058041699817715821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/4058041699817715821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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/_XeXiGn_doIA/R38uXw2bDaI/AAAAAAAAAKE/kL95P3_dVFE/s72-c/z69888520.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36684493.post-5070989863565923944</id><published>2008-01-01T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T05:53:28.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HELLO 2008!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown freaking rocked! Sleepover rocked and everything! Everyone slept at 4 am and then the parents played mahjong till, idk, the whole time till six and we woke up at 9. I'm supposed to be tired and sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's all meet up sometime again, 9jn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School tomorrow I'm so depressed I could cry. Yuanjing you don't have to read this if you don;t want to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-5070989863565923944?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/5070989863565923944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=5070989863565923944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/5070989863565923944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/5070989863565923944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2008/01/hello-2008-countdown-freaking-rocked.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-1125574630133659613</id><published>2007-12-30T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T23:25:20.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For the first time, New Year Countdown party's held at my house! Whee. And its gonna be a sleepover thing with 9justnice! I scream. So exciting. Except that I don't know if the Thos are coming. But still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day of the year. Goodbye 2007. Goodbye bad memories. Disappear with the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008. A new year, a new chance, a new beginning. Make the best out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 didnt start off well. Its been a really eventful year. I hope it only gets better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow how scary it gets as each year come and go. Today's supposed to be special. I shall try to make it special. The last day I'll ever be a Sec 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0-0. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-1125574630133659613?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/1125574630133659613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=1125574630133659613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/1125574630133659613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/1125574630133659613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2007/12/for-first-time-new-year-countdown.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-6336515841880152836</id><published>2007-12-29T02:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T23:19:58.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Uhm. I feel so tired I could drop and sleep. This is so ironic. I can't sleep at night and then it has to be always in the day when I feel tired. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from orchard with YJ. She bought an expensive pencil case and she is going to make her mum believe I got it for her for christmas. I let her because that would make me sound like a nice person. Varsha couldnt go out. ): Next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is only until today that I realise Monday is the last day of the year. A bit slow of me, I know. This is making go into The Mood. Oh right. New year resolution. This is brainless because I don't ever follow them. But its fun, because its a once-a-year thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Study hard. Like damn hard. I'm going to be Ms Goody-two-shoes. I'm going to pay attention in every single lesson and do all my homework and copy notes. And then go home and study my ass off.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lose weight. I'm going to exercise more and reduce my junk food intake.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be more of a happy person. Stop getting into stupid moods.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop being so introverted.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is too amusing to be continued. I realise this is really stupid. So uh, the end. End of resolutions '08.(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;! ( I have no freaking idea why this is so small. I made it big okay.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;She likes campbell soup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Okay I'll continue some other time. Any more mentions? Damn shit, my font is red and big. Ah whatever. My parents are screaming for me to get off the com and go dont know where so what the hell. Im exagerating my spelling's screwed but i dont really care. &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/36684493-6336515841880152836?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/6336515841880152836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=6336515841880152836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/6336515841880152836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/6336515841880152836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2007/12/uhm.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-6087597674502701842</id><published>2007-12-26T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T07:00:22.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm really despo for a new blogskin but I can't find one that I like. Blah, gotta wake up early tomorrow for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derby match later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, and there goes another late night. Whatever happened to my sleep-early-wake-up-early plan? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we went to Orchard to look at the lights. However my brother was in his let's-piss-candia mood and he succeeded. So, wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is over. Why is christmas so short? Tomorrow's boonhui's birthday!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall try to be positive about school. Yeah, I shall force my mind to look forward to school. School, wonderful school. Tests are wonderful. Lessons are the wonderfullest things! Homework rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-6087597674502701842?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/6087597674502701842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=6087597674502701842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/6087597674502701842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/6087597674502701842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-really-despo-for-new-blogskin-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-5382333485049342699</id><published>2007-12-25T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T20:58:35.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, just to keep my blog from being outdated. Yesterday was great. But being a lazy bum, I'm not going to post all about it now. Later, maybe. Meanwhile, you can read boonhui's blog to to know. Ah, the laziness kicks in, real bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-5382333485049342699?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/5382333485049342699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=5382333485049342699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/5382333485049342699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/5382333485049342699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas-ha-just-to-keep-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-6190996580036201055</id><published>2007-12-21T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:00:13.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146285503230637810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeXiGn_doIA/R2tHZiTN9vI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Xj2ROKp4Ep8/s320/yycity.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I watch the stars from my window sill &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The whole world is moving &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I'm standing still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, pretty soon 2007 gonna end. Christmas will arrive. Then New Year. Then 2008 comes, and we all go to school and its the beginning of the whole cycle again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got all the christmas presents on Wed with YJ. Now I need to find a way to pass the presents to them. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Pulau Ubin yesterday. I didn't know I was going to walking so much. Being in a poncho sucks when you've gotta walk a lot. Everyone ended up at my house and we had quite an okay time. It's been so long. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot to say. But no, not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To run away from everything and hide from the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-6190996580036201055?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/6190996580036201055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=6190996580036201055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/6190996580036201055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/6190996580036201055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-watch-stars-from-my-window-sill-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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/_XeXiGn_doIA/R2tHZiTN9vI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Xj2ROKp4Ep8/s72-c/yycity.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36684493.post-5493668434201000927</id><published>2007-12-18T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T06:56:37.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;What the heck. Make up your mind Candia. It's either you like it, or you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Lala. I'm the No. 1 procrastinator.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-5493668434201000927?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/5493668434201000927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=5493668434201000927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/5493668434201000927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/5493668434201000927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-heck.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-2474657690406516002</id><published>2007-12-17T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T21:36:53.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Somebody just kill me now. I should be dead. What could be good on other days is bad. I hate this situation I'm in now. Oh gosh don't I suck. Candia, you die die die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zjhcnxb lzksjcnxol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-2474657690406516002?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/2474657690406516002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=2474657690406516002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/2474657690406516002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/2474657690406516002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2007/12/somebody-just-kill-me-now.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-8501939844234636133</id><published>2007-12-17T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:00:13.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am a depressed person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144793908333377234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 91px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="94" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeXiGn_doIA/R2X6zSTN9tI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8IlmQ_68FbM/s320/wtfffff.jpg" width="146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't score, don't win. Simple as that. But, wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so overwhelmed suddenly. This is a really really packed week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to mope about today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-8501939844234636133?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/8501939844234636133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=8501939844234636133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/8501939844234636133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/8501939844234636133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-am-depressed-person.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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/_XeXiGn_doIA/R2X6zSTN9tI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8IlmQ_68FbM/s72-c/wtfffff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36684493.post-1210247318859977893</id><published>2007-12-15T00:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:00:13.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;How could they!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143867174649984706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeXiGn_doIA/R2Kv8STN9sI/AAAAAAAAAJk/XWAZ4CjDyyE/s320/pattinson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is who they are casting as Edward Cullen in the Twilight movie. Robert Pattinson. Fugly fugly fugly fugly fugly!!!!!!! This cannot be Edward okay! No no no no no because I say so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-1210247318859977893?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/1210247318859977893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=1210247318859977893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/1210247318859977893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/1210247318859977893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2007/12/how-could-they-this-is-who-they-are.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeXiGn_doIA/R2Kv8STN9sI/AAAAAAAAAJk/XWAZ4CjDyyE/s72-c/pattinson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36684493.post-5657462064492819155</id><published>2007-12-14T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T07:50:21.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YUSHU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;YUSHU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;YUSHU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;YUSHU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, you're mentioned. (: Still got colour eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else wants to be mentioned? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-5657462064492819155?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/5657462064492819155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=5657462064492819155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/5657462064492819155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/5657462064492819155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2007/12/yushu-yushu-yushu-yushu-there-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-5180780210045228151</id><published>2007-12-14T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T07:31:48.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm coming up with a wish list with twin. She says we should blog while coming up with the list so I'm blogging. Okay so now I have something to post about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE WISHLIST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Green is me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Red is twin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BABY POOH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;HAVAIANAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;TAMAGOTCHI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;WALLET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;GOOD RESULTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;TOP TEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;WATER BOTTLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;SKINNY JEANS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LITTLE MISS SHIRTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;LITTLE MISS NICE SHIRT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;PUSHPOP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;HAIRCUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SOFT TOY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;SUNNIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;PHONE HOLDER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;CHOCS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;TO BE HARDWORKING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;MY L'POOL CAP BACK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HANDPHONE KEYCHAINS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;GO ANFIELD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;BALLET FLATS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;SHOES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;LOSE WEIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;TEES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;BE HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;REALLY HAVE TWIN TO SLEEPOVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;MORE PILLOWS TO SMACK TWIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;TRAMPOLINE TO GROW TALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I just realised how greedy and materialistic I can get. :/ Nevermind. I shall add:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;30. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;WORLD PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay. Now I don't feel so disgusted at myself. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-5180780210045228151?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/5180780210045228151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=5180780210045228151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/5180780210045228151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/5180780210045228151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-coming-up-with-wish-list-with-twin.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-8154638414426419890</id><published>2007-12-14T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T06:54:09.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello world. I'm not in The Blogging Mood so, goodbye world. No, I don't mean it in the suicidal way, mind you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-8154638414426419890?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/8154638414426419890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=8154638414426419890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/8154638414426419890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/8154638414426419890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2007/12/hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-3298086725060431</id><published>2007-12-14T02:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T10:07:07.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoowee. I made my font bigger the way I like it. Blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't care what you think. You know what? I'm not going to care anymore from now on.&lt;/em&gt; I mean, like why should I? I don't freaking matter right. I'm just some lousy substitute. Nothing makes a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe I'm making things sound more serious than they actually are but hey, sometimes it does feel that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only you knew. You're blowing hot and cold all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad thing is, I am absolutely sure the words in italics are going to be lies. It's just not so easy. I really wonder how long it will take for me to finally not bother. How long huh? I'm sick of it, I could, well I don't know what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a good book now. Libraryyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been to Raymond's twice already. Eeks and now all the homework. :/ And there's also the school's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Top 5 reasons why I look forward to school next year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'll get to see my friends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's at a new place.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'll see Joey!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Uh. I have two buses to take to school?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I become a senior.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Top 5 reasons why I don't want to go to school next year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lessons, tests, homework.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's at a new place.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No more slacking.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because I become a senior.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have to wake up early and take bus.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There. I think the don't-want-to-go-to-school part is stronger. /: I'm so used to slacking school seems like something opposite of my current lifestyle. Sucks the more I think of it. Christmas coming soon. It's depressing. Tick tick tick the clock goes and ugh ugh ugh I go. Okay that is a stupid sentence but whatever. I've never really thought about how fast time is unless people like my parents remind me(purposely) because its just so depressing and it gets me feeling really lousy and I'll start hating myself for being so unproductive. Heh. But the topic's kinda inevitable huh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If Mr. Time exists, I would do anything to slow him down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or maybe if I'm Molly Moon and I could freeze time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Come to think of it, that's a pretty good superpower to have. Time stopping. Cool eh? Then maybe I could get people to pay me to stop time on their behalf. I'll be filthy rich.(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh gosh I'm so dumb.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hey, where'd you go?&lt;/em&gt;&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/36684493-3298086725060431?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/3298086725060431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=3298086725060431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/3298086725060431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/3298086725060431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2007/12/hoowee.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-6254397099613504458</id><published>2007-12-13T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T05:41:15.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The only reason why you're in such an emo mood, Candia, is because you are letting your mind wander. You know perfectly well that you're causing all these unhappiness for yourself. So, just stop it. Be happy. Be a happy person. Who cares about those stupid thoughts. Screw them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If it were that easy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall go and find a new blogskin. I hate how this blogskin make the posts on the same day merge. This post ends after the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone is becoming a twit. I'm so disgusted. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-6254397099613504458?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/6254397099613504458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=6254397099613504458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/6254397099613504458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/6254397099613504458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2007/12/only-reason-why-youre-in-such-emo-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-5411037444219823940</id><published>2007-12-13T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T09:27:28.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. Thailand was okay. Quite fun actually. I think I am actually missing it. Ha, I know I said I was reluctant to go. But the trip didn't start well though. I left my house for the airport feeling terribly demoralised and sad and angry and stupid and dumb at myself. I was hating myself all the way to the airport and then the plane and then Thailand and throughout the whole trip. And I still hate myself now. I can't believe I was so stupid to go and lose my cap. If it was any ordinary cap I wouldn't have minded much but its the Liverpool cap. I know I'm always losing my things but this is different okay. I'm pretty sure I left it on the bus we took the Malaysia And I'm just so stupid I only realised it before I left for Thailand. I'll hate myself when I think about it. This is so so so so so so so stupid and typical of me. I need to stop losing my things now but the thing is, no matter how careful I try to be I end up losing my things still. That time I went to Japan and I lost my whole pouch with money and my ezlink card in it--that was bad enough. Don't ask me why I brought my ezlink card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm still pretty angry at myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not finishing the homework I intended to got me hating myself more. And you should know by then I was in total emo mood ready to behead anyone who got in my way. My brother had to show me the book I lent him for the trip which I put in great effort to keep it in good-as-new condition spoilt and folded. I was really really angry okay. I know its just a stupid book but it was enough worsen my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got myself in a black mood. Ugh. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;We spent every little time we could to play taiti. Playing with my dad and uncle was fun. And then uh, there was a lot of sight seeing and stuff and the long neck people a bit scary. Like giraffe. I remember I watched an episode of Guiness World Records then they showed the longest neck woman. I think I got a nightmare that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is blank now. I can't really remember the trip so much. Oh, but I remember the nights were fun with my uncle and Noel. We shared a room and those nights watching TV to sleep and playing Taiti. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the days we went to this shopping mall and then me and Noel went into a Converse shop and we saw the cutest nicest shoes and they were like $27 only. That is very cheap for a Converse shoe. Then we took to try but it was a tad too big so we asked for our sizes but stupid lah. DON'T HAVE. How stupid is that. Who has so gigantic feet huh. I always wanted smaller feet but then now I want bigger okay. Then the both of us were sad yeah then we went a bit mad. So we toured the whole mall going into almost every shop to find a shirt with the word 'CRAZY' on it. We wanted a 'I'M CRAZY ABOUT THE SHOE' shirt but the closest we got was 'I'M CRAZY ABOUT SWEETS' and 'I JUST CRAZY ABOUT YOU'. Wanted to buy the latter but it wasn't very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up buying a Jack Purcell okay-looking converse shoe. $17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Chiangrai we stayed in this hotel called Little Duck. Laugh at the name. It's funny. But it's not so funny when it came to the room quality and stuff. The basin was freaking choked. And then there wasn't any shampoo. -_- Okay maybe I'm just kinda spoilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the hotel foot massage. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, one thing. Thai people &lt;em&gt;a bit&lt;/em&gt; forgetful. I'm not being racist or what. I'm talking about those I encountered. In the hotel we asked for a bottle opener then I think they said coming in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next day my uncle went down to scold the people. they apologised and apologised and they said they would sent someone to bring it up right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never came okay. And then on the flight home I asked for poker cards like I think five times then they finally gave me three decks. I think Noel asked seven times or more. On the flight back the plane had no TV. I got really bored. And the toilet--one had a toilet bowl choked; one the door couldnt lock. Like, wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home angry again. I think maybe I'm just really short-tempered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know something, VIP lounges are damn the cool. My father brought me in. It was the shizz. You can see a lot of fat business man snoring with their pot bellies moving up and down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to eat dinner. And this reminds me of the amount of weight I've put on. It's so sad. I need to starve myself. No cannot later I get anorexic. I shall eat in moderation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I continue to eat what I want, I may turn into Barney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not purple though. Without the green spots too. Barney is ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Mr. Hot Guy at the airport to Chiang Mai with his not-so-hot girlfriend. So hot. Didn't see him when I went back though. And that is very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY LUCAS! 13 on the 13th!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-5411037444219823940?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/5411037444219823940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=5411037444219823940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/5411037444219823940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/5411037444219823940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2007/12/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-4682798416659746535</id><published>2007-12-11T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T01:28:19.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm back&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/u&gt; I shall blog about my trip some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Marseille vs Liverpool 0-4!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I was freaking angry and pissed last night. I woke up at 3.45 to watch the match but my cable tv box just had to be all aijszVC with me. That bleedy thing went pop and then died and then my cable stuff got screwed so I couldnt even watch anything. Wtf. The best thing is that I can't watch the replay today either. Or even any tv at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuanjing you watch out. I not happy with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-4682798416659746535?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/4682798416659746535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=4682798416659746535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/4682798416659746535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/4682798416659746535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2007/12/haha-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-7941339919681987288</id><published>2007-12-06T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T09:19:32.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HEY, WHERE'S MY REFUGE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's 1am now and I have no idea why I'm reading some random person's blog. I want to sleep but my fingers are bored and they don't allow me to shut down the computer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm amazed at how much people can change, both physically and mentally. I'm still in &lt;u&gt;the mood&lt;/u&gt; it's not going away and I'm really ticked off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really love Somebody's Me by Enrique Iglesias. And Untitiled by Simple Plan. Old song, I know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to go to some secluded corner and just disappear and shut everyone out. And not care about anything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh no. It's just started raining again. It's been raining the whole day. A weather to match my mood. Ha. Ha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I need a Jodi Picoult book now. Or Breaking Dawn. Or any James Patterson book. Or even Alex Rider. The eighth book or something. Snakehead reminded me why I thought Alex Rider was hot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fish. I just need a song or book or movie to cry over. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy songs are not helping.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm all sad and stuff for no particular reason. I think my mind got bored again or something and decided to be sad. My mind is screwed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Liverpool rocks and I'm so random I'm practically typing whatever that comes to mind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Edward Cullen and Torres are the love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to watch a Liverpool match with them winning the other team by a huge huge margin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I must stop this before it goes out of hand. I think what I should really do now is sleep or else I will have less than six hours of sleep and then I'll be really cranky tomorrow which is never good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-7941339919681987288?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/7941339919681987288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=7941339919681987288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/7941339919681987288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/7941339919681987288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2007/12/hey-wheres-my-refuge-its-1am-now-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-3537222531755930308</id><published>2007-12-05T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:00:14.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;ARSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thailand 7th to 11th. Somehow I'm not the least bit excited. I gotta wake up early tomorrow for Assisi. No, I don't want to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate getting squished on bus 156 and doing filing and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a new haircut. I'm sick of my fringe but my uncle can't find time. I'm in that kdsvhzncxlizs mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candia is feeling introverted. Go away. I have piano tomorrow. What the fish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realise my font kinda small huh. I like big big fonts. I shall make it bigger. Meanwhile,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140506508858348530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeXiGn_doIA/R1a_byoV0_I/AAAAAAAAAJM/7f191_r-ozY/s320/fernando_torres67.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140506504563381218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeXiGn_doIA/R1a_bioV0-I/AAAAAAAAAJE/44zTwLNPNZc/s320/fernando_torres18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140506500268413906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeXiGn_doIA/R1a_bSoV09I/AAAAAAAAAI8/UxIfY6BwqA4/s320/fernando_torres8.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fernando Torres. Hot is right. I like. I don't care you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140507836003243010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeXiGn_doIA/R1bApCoV1AI/AAAAAAAAAJU/JTh5F0GvFJU/s320/Image146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Marie these are the rings I was talking about. Cute stuff. The piglet and minnie are Silei's. &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Go away, mood swing. I don't like you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[edited] Stupid. I don't know how to make the font bigger. Stupid stupid stupid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that's it? just like that? the end? ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-3537222531755930308?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/3537222531755930308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=3537222531755930308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/3537222531755930308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/3537222531755930308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2007/12/arsh.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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/_XeXiGn_doIA/R1a_byoV0_I/AAAAAAAAAJM/7f191_r-ozY/s72-c/fernando_torres67.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36684493.post-2744143934725847793</id><published>2007-12-04T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T08:47:10.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm playing neopets now. All my neopets are dying but I don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia trip was a mixture of fun, bouncing fishballs, long bus rides, songs, shit smells, shit water, murderer, taiti, adverts and such. I just cannot sleep on the bus. Hotel was like shit. The showering thing no shower head. So its like a water hose. What the fish. And then Joey and Jorene and Jazreel's room, there was someone's underwear in the cupboard. But then I love the trip. Thanks for making the trip so nice 9jn! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'm like a damn lazy and unproductive piece of thing. I really hope I can finish my homework excluding elearning by thursday because I know that would not be possible. But chinese alone is zzzz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Assisi today was okay and after that I went for lunch with Jolene at J8. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;When I went home I was all sniffly and I kept sneezing and I used up a whole box of tissues and I almost plucked my whole nose out. Now I'm still sniffling and there's tissue everywhere and I feel like pulling my nose out. So irritating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;The wind is so strong. I'm cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I don't know why I haven't sleep. But nevermind I'm still going to wake up early tomorrow. No reason. I just don't like to wake up past 10. And it really pisses me off to be the last one to wake up. I'll get grumpy if I wake up past 10. I'm just weird like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I must practise my piano tomorrow if not I die on Thursday. I haven't had bubble tea for days. But I'm saving money. It's good to save money so when there's a rainy day, you'll still have money or whatever crap everyone says. Actually I'm not saving money I'm just too lazy to spend it.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I want a lot a lot a lot for Christmas. Ha. All my materialistic needs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, let's see. Torres still hot, Edward Cullen still hot, Numbuh 4 still hot, Kyle still hot. GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The twilight movie is coming out at 2010 thats so long because by then I may not be so excited anymore so now I must reread my book so I will remember the story and then go fanfiction and read all the twilight stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the new Paul Twohill song although I was never a fan of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and I find myself thinking of you more and more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-2744143934725847793?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/2744143934725847793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=2744143934725847793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/2744143934725847793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/2744143934725847793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-playing-neopets-now.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-3967572428666205312</id><published>2007-11-30T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T23:37:14.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh gosh. I'm like panicking big time now. :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-3967572428666205312?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/3967572428666205312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=3967572428666205312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/3967572428666205312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/3967572428666205312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2007/11/oh-gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-5079979687078337415</id><published>2007-11-30T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T23:07:41.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;ALYSIA TOMORROW-SUNDAYYYY. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you, 9jn sans phyllis and lucas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework shall be on hold again. Marie supposed to do geography with me but now I think I have no time. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tuition and then the concert later. Tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-5079979687078337415?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/5079979687078337415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=5079979687078337415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/5079979687078337415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/5079979687078337415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2007/11/m-alysia-tomorrow-sundayyyy.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-7874420995347843883</id><published>2007-11-29T02:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T02:11:38.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I turned on the computer to do my geography homework on microsoft words and look what I'm doing now. Joke. Laugh. Hahaha. And then time decides to past so quickly I have to shut the computer down to have dinner now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_______________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and aha, 4-1! Screw you Porto. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-7874420995347843883?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/7874420995347843883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=7874420995347843883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/7874420995347843883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/7874420995347843883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-turned-on-computer-to-do-my-geography.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-2159800687578794550</id><published>2007-11-27T01:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T01:23:15.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;CANDIA JUST GO AND DO YOUR HOMEWORK, WILL YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-2159800687578794550?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/2159800687578794550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=2159800687578794550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/2159800687578794550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/2159800687578794550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2007/11/candia-just-go-and-do-your-homework.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-3433915265997896918</id><published>2007-11-27T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T00:33:34.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And I laugh, because I can't believe I was so stupid to even hope. Or believe that it could actually be otherwise. Just for once. I hate myself for being so naive okay. And you know what's the funniest thing? You don't even know that I'm referring to you. Let's laugh. Ha. Ha. Ha. I doubt you even come here nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just being dumb or maybe I'm just making a big deal out of it but seriously, I can't not care. I thought it was enough but apparently, it wasn't. It can never be enough to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I'm surprised at myself for reacting so childishly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not emo or anything okay!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((((((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the smileys? Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assisi was okay. The person thought my name was Singyi. My name is Candia. Singyi didn't go. So sad bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework should just shoot itself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-3433915265997896918?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/3433915265997896918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=3433915265997896918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/3433915265997896918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/3433915265997896918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2007/11/and-i-laugh-because-i-cant-believe-i.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-4361082795134806716</id><published>2007-11-25T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T00:16:17.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Screw homework. Let's just forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ha, I wish.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekends were nice. But today's a monday. Mondays, I don't like. Saturday was nice because I went to Orchard and got some more of those cute rings and I got a Kinokuniya card. And then at night the Thos came and we watched Liverpool win. Sunday was nice because we ended up going to Uncle Bernard's house and that was fun. Chicken chicken worm worm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shan't do homework today. Heck. I don't even know where my geography/history/chinese went. I better go get them. Somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop moping about at home. I need to start baking or knitting to put my mind off things. No no no no. Cannot. That sounds like something my granmother would do. But it's quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got Snakehead! Yay. But I still have my library books to finish so I have to finish them first. This post is so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition could be exciting later. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-4361082795134806716?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/4361082795134806716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=4361082795134806716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/4361082795134806716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/4361082795134806716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2007/11/screw-homework.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-3747641287014828779</id><published>2007-11-25T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T23:44:22.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Its the first time I ever felt this lonely&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish someone could cure this pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its funny when you think its gonna work out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Til you chose weed over me, you're so lame&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought you were cool until the point&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But up until the point you didnt call me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you said you would&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I finally figured out youre all the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Always coming up with some kind of story&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everytime I try to make you smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're always feeling sorry for yourself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everytime I try to make you laugh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can't&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Youre too tough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You think you're loveless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is that too much that I'm asking for?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought you'd come around when I ignored you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I thought you'd have the decency to change&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But babe, I guess you didn't take that warning'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I'm not about to look at your face again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't you see that you lie to yourself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can't see the world through a mirror&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It wont be too late when the smoke clears'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I, I am still here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But everytime I try to make you smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'd always grow up feeling sorry for yourself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everytime I try to make you laugh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You stand like a stone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alone in your zone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it too much that I'm asking for?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-3747641287014828779?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/3747641287014828779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=3747641287014828779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/3747641287014828779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/3747641287014828779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-first-time-i-ever-felt-this-lonely.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-7605349867666022063</id><published>2007-11-22T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T20:27:57.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello people. I want to be a princess. You know why? Because I can act like a spoilt brat and get my own way and order people around. Won't that be the funnest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a princess and I'm thirteen, not six. I have a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I don't want that pink frilly glittery frock and the sparkly tiara. But I wouldn't mind the fairy godmother with her wishes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-7605349867666022063?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/7605349867666022063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=7605349867666022063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/7605349867666022063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/7605349867666022063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2007/11/hello-people_22.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-2606349527464083460</id><published>2007-11-20T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T09:43:04.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fan Fiction so fun!(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-2606349527464083460?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/2606349527464083460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=2606349527464083460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/2606349527464083460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/2606349527464083460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2007/11/fan-fiction-so-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-4465498921534203741</id><published>2007-11-20T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T07:13:59.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel like a total &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bitch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and those are times when I &lt;em&gt;hate &lt;/em&gt;myself.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or when I think in really &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;immature&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ways.&lt;br /&gt;Or when I get &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jealous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the &lt;u&gt;stupidest&lt;/u&gt; of reasons.&lt;br /&gt;Or when I make a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; deal out of the &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;smallest&lt;/span&gt; things.&lt;br /&gt;These are times when I really &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;suck&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burned is a nice book. And a sad one too. I really need to shut my mind sometimes and just stop thinking about anything at all. I need to shut off my mind. You know right now I'm having dumb thoughts that's making me feel screwed. I think my mind is like too bored it just has to come up with bloody things to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye bye I shall go and play stupid games on the internet now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-4465498921534203741?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/4465498921534203741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=4465498921534203741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/4465498921534203741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/4465498921534203741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2007/11/sometimes-i-feel-like-total-bitch-and.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-4314839201693294414</id><published>2007-11-19T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T08:32:42.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been so long huh.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it shows that I'm not addicted to the computer so that's pretty okay. You know what, I've got so many things to type but then I'm not in a blogging mood. Okay fine, i'll &lt;i&gt;summarise&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, choir practice. Yuanjing was being some stupid dumb crazy bananana. That sheep! Here's what she did.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;She made me chop the air with my hands with my eyes closed like some idiot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She got me lost.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She made me make myself walk to the bus stop near her house.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She tried to freak me out with some ghost piccolo-player.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some more I think. But I can't remember. Bad memory.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SINGYI'S BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (: I'm glad Singyi liked my present and our surprise! Glad that she's happy.(: Everything was nice except they pushed me into the pool. And I got wet. Oh and my slipper floating in the middle of the pool. But it's fun.(: So that went well. Singyi's thirteen. Thirteen is nice!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that I went to the Tho's. I must say that while I went there I was thinking about some stuffs and I got seriously pissed and sad and angry and so I put on this emo face and walked around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I didn't know it was Jazreel early sort-of birthday celebration too! But we made her a card in the end and that was okay.(: And guess what, I learnt how to play taiti/daidi/bigtwo/big2/royalflush/whatever you call it in the courtesy of Jia Min and Jia Hui. So now, I actually don't put stupid cards down and lose. Instead, I put the correct cards and I actually win.(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Learning taiti is probably one of the biggest achievements this holidays thus far.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was being a pig that day because i ate a lot and Jorene too and Jia Hui ate moutains and mountains of tofu. The tofu was nice and the fried rice and the cake. After a bit of Mahjong and more taiti and Wii we went back. Pretty late eleven-ish.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went to the library so now I have books to read so now I'm an okay person. My brother's friend tagged along. They are so childish and irritating and it really really pissed me off big time. So the whole day I was in this really really black mood and I had that pissed face on. But then I had B&amp;amp;Js and donuts from Donuts Factory so my mood did improve. But seriously I was so pissed I felt like I could've murdered people but that would land me in trouble so I didn't.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today uh, was a normal day. And what's with me and phones left behind on buses. Tomorrow, I must do my homework and practise my piano till I die and beg for uh, a break. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please ask me why I'm actually playing Duel Master with my brother.-.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hate Yuanjing for being in China.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Julene has her jersey. YAY. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh my I hate this song. It gives me some stupid feeling I hate. The singer's voice is so sickening. I hate it also that this song is actually quite nice and I don't like it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right now I'm being immature and having childish thoughts which makes me really unhappy and pushes me to the brink of depression. Which, is really really stupid. I should stop it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My mum is trying to get on my nerves because she thinks I should stop using the computer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Still, why won't this stupid song just end?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stupid thoughts. Go. Away. Disappear. Bye bye. Ugh. I don't want to go for the ______.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know something? I feel really screwed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please let me wake up tomorrow, feeling like its a Good Day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-4314839201693294414?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/4314839201693294414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=4314839201693294414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/4314839201693294414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/4314839201693294414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-been-so-long-huh.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-6657329771825405881</id><published>2007-11-15T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T05:19:07.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so full I could explode. -_____-My brother chose a flavour of B&amp;amp;Js that has marshmallows in it. Eew? I've finished Maximum Ride. It's so incomplete. But I like and that's why there's a fourth book coming up. And I just realied I've wasted my first third of my holidays and now I look at the neglected homework I feel so lSJKVNCxioasd. I. Need. To. Start. But heck, I don't even have ALL of them. So, screw it. For now. I shall push homework to the back of my mind till-I don't know when-when I feel like it. Yes. I shall wait till one day I realise the hell amount of homework and then I'll die. Yes.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Akon songs get irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Game Plan is a nice movie. I went to watch it with Vic and SL today. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a alsighiosdxncmxz mood. Goodbye I shall go wiki Numbuh Four!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Screw it screw it screw it; just screw everything and let me wallow in misery or whatever emo shit I never fail come up with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-6657329771825405881?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/6657329771825405881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=6657329771825405881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/6657329771825405881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/6657329771825405881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-so-full-i-could-explode.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-6828319190982956172</id><published>2007-11-14T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:00:15.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must be mentally defective because I actually think Number Four from Codename Kids Next Door is HOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132745016196821586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeXiGn_doIA/RzssZdURclI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Pv0VIN3Zo0c/s320/Numbuh_Four.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like his hair. So cute.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132745376974074466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="127" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeXiGn_doIA/RzssudURcmI/AAAAAAAAAIc/5tqLeJj8SDQ/s320/AVJV931CATBDG9ECA3LD4W7CA3433LACAD2R49BCASFH2R0CARLZBSYCAAFMOMNCAEKRHX2CA14RHXLCAZV34D7CAAI88R1CAU41JT9CAI3YG9VCA3O9K7ZCA73LC5VCAKX9IVLCAKX2XARCATGZH1DCAFTFJPOCA398GYS.jpg" width="153" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-6828319190982956172?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/6828319190982956172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=6828319190982956172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/6828319190982956172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/6828319190982956172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-must-be-mentally-defective-because-i.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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/_XeXiGn_doIA/RzssZdURclI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Pv0VIN3Zo0c/s72-c/Numbuh_Four.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36684493.post-4571532003968985122</id><published>2007-11-14T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T07:04:32.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sad. I don't like eclipse's ending. It's so unsatisfying. But that's why there's going to be a fourth book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a somewhere between emo and depressed mood. And now empty's playing on the radio. It's not helping the situation. Let me tell you why I'm depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've finished twilight, new moon and eclipse. Thus, no more Edward for a while.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maximum Ride is becoming a sad story. And its ending.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Empty's playing on the radio.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have piano tomorrow early in the morning.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My immortal, the song reminds me of Edward, Bella and Jacob.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; can't go. And I'm feigning nonchalance.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone is angry with me. I think.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My highly inflexible face muscles stubbornly do not want to smile.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Varsha's in India. And also about what YJ claims.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;-to be filled-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm so childish. It's just a story. But its nice to get affected by them I think. Oh and check this out;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/pdf/midnightsun_chapter1.pdf/"&gt;http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/pdf/midnightsun_chapter1.pdf/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's chapter one of twilight written in Edward's perspective! I think its gonna be published as a book sometime!(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And Fang's blog in Maximum Ride actually exists! It's gonna be made into a movie too. So many nice books are going to be made into movies! Like, Twilight, Maximum Ride and My Sister's Keeper! I hope it shows in Singapore because I want to watch and sit on the cinema seat and cry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Crying while watching movies is very fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stupid Yuanjing actually thought eclipse's the second book. And the Erhu Lover's actually going to make out with her erhu for twenty three hours straight. I have faith in you, EL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is not helping. I'm still sad. But it's okay because it's nice to be sad sometimes. My mind is too screwed by stories. Oh, one thing to rejoice, we're not going to Assisi tomorrow. Why? Because we simply don't want to. Isn't that just so utterly hilarious and yay-ish. Wait when Jolene comes back. Ha. Ha. Oops.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;My Immortal lyrics.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm so tired of being here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Suppressed by all of my childish fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And if you have to leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wish that you would just leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because your presence still lingers here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And it won't leave me alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These wounds won't seem to heal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This pain is just too real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's just too much that time cannot erase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I've held your hand through all of these years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But you still have all of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You used to captivate me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By your resonating light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But now I'm bound by the life you left behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These wounds won't seem to heal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This pain is just too real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's just too much that time cannot erase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I've held your hand through all of these years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But you still have all of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And though you're still with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been alone all alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I've held your hand through all of these years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But you still have all of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Really suitable for Bella/Edward when they left each other. For Jacob when Bella left. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I crave M&amp;amp;M cookies. I must ask my mum to get them. Excited for tomorrow!&lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-4571532003968985122?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/4571532003968985122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=4571532003968985122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/4571532003968985122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/4571532003968985122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-5452395186533836029</id><published>2007-11-13T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T07:37:39.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gosh I was just reading some twit's blog and I feel like laughing at them condescendingly. Seriously it just irks me to the fullest to see the way they type. it's just so sickening okay. It totally erases the respect I have for that person. Like &lt;em&gt;eww&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;eww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EWW&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my discipline totally rocks. oh gosh this is so ridiculous. I'm using the computer with the lights off so that my parents would think I'm asleep. This is so silly I feel so silly. Who am I kidding? Using the computer in the dark? Ha. Ha. Ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-5452395186533836029?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/5452395186533836029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=5452395186533836029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/5452395186533836029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/5452395186533836029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2007/11/gosh-i-was-just-reading-some-twits-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-3794432929825576738</id><published>2007-11-13T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T07:22:31.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Someone tell me to get my ass off the computer seat and like, Go To Bed now. No but cannot my hair is wet. But then I must off the lights and sit on my bed so my parents will think I'm asleep. If they wake up. So, faster!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, Candia has discipline. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeah right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-3794432929825576738?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/3794432929825576738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=3794432929825576738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/3794432929825576738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/3794432929825576738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2007/11/someone-tell-me-to-get-my-ass-off.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-833930971711973166</id><published>2007-11-13T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T07:09:23.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm annoyed now because my hair is wet and I cannot sleep if not I'll get an atrocious headache on the morning tomorrow and I don't want that. I cannot blow my hair dry either because that will wake everyone up in my family although its only eleven. So, this sucks because I want to sleep so I can wake up early tomorrow for no particular reason because waking up early makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the point is, my hair is wet so I can't do that. Which also means I have to sit on my bed and stone until my hair dries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-833930971711973166?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/833930971711973166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=833930971711973166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/833930971711973166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/833930971711973166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-annoyed-now-because-my-hair-is-wet.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-6429614324543286489</id><published>2007-11-13T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T06:33:51.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh! I'm so irritated because I cannot see some people tagboards and I want to tag! But that's okay because I'll tag them here although its so weird to be tagging someone at your own blog. But still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singyi: happy birthday on saturday! professor! (((: i see my name! so cool! singyi you always not online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuanjing: HUP HUP. generals dont play the erhu and MRTs are nothing to them. i warn you you better appear tomorrow!!!!!! and i don't see your blogskin change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria: eh! im not isolating you! we MUST go out okay! i want to watch BRATZ! and the course!((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm finishing eclipse now and that's so sad because I'm finishing the story and that is never a good thing. Maybe I will read slower, so I won't finish the story so soon! But the book's making me emo. Saturday's a special happy day for someone so yay. (((: Nothing much's happened recently so yeah, life's been KIND OF boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Varsha is in India, so sad! )): Come back quick, I'm waiting!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's choir tomorrow, Assisi and piano on Thursday then chior again on Friday and tuition. Oh, I'm one hell of a busy woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I attempted to do my homework and failed miserably because I keep telling myself homework will start after the choir practice ends. And I wanted to read my book too. Right now I'm a quite-happy person because I went to Borders on Sunday and bought 3 books because there was some major discount! But it was so crowded and all the books were strewn all over and the place reminded me of a farm so that was not very nice. And this got me really pissed so I put on my pissed face and walked around. I think I saw Charmaine but she didn't see me. Then I wasn't so pissed anymore when I went for dinner so that was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My book-a-thon is ending soon. Sad. But I'll go to the library. Happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yippee! I sound like a five year old. Yay! I want ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sounds so stupid. But nevermind. I hate the sudden bouts of emoness I feel. I must practise my piano more often and have a piano marathon like yuanjing except hers is an erhu one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the bubble wraps go POP POP POP! :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-6429614324543286489?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/6429614324543286489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=6429614324543286489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/6429614324543286489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/6429614324543286489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2007/11/oh-im-so-irritated-because-i-cannot-see.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-1967778976275756586</id><published>2007-11-09T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T07:01:49.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I shall try to type with the first letter of each sentence capitalised so it will look professional. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i saw many sets of 2-red-cars-in-a-row which means that today is a nice day.(: I saw yellow too, but thats okay because I'm not Christopher. I like that book. I've been reading a couple of nice good books and that makes me happy. I've read Twilight too which is wonderful and I want my Edward Cullen. I used to think it was pronounced as 'twee-light'. I also think it sounds better that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to school early to meet Varsha while Yuanjing was making out with her erhu. And then i became a spy for a while and spied and Singyi playing tennis who took a few seconds to react when i waved to her. Went to J8 with V for lunch and I realised i haven't been there for ages and it's boring now that the neoprint shop is removed. I fell while going down the stairs from the upper deck of bus 13 and got everyone staring. I literally fell all the way down. You know, like a slide. Embarrassing, much. The capsule station ate my dollar and I got half a pair of slippers from minitoons. We ate at pastamania and I had baked rice for the first time it was rice with cheese with ham with mushrooms with sausages and cheese and cheese. And cheese. Which got me terribly sick but I think i would try it again. Bubble tea got me sicker and Varsha had to help me finish it. I was so full i thought i could explode. I don't know why I'm bothering with the details of the day but I'm in &lt;u&gt;A Blogging Mood &lt;/u&gt;which means I feel like blogging so you know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In school I had a small cup of ice because I was feeling very hot and it got me even more pregnant than I was supposed to and this made climbing up the stairs and moving a penace. And Yuanjing came shortly and we didn't pass the dance but that was okay because that's why I'm in chior and not dance. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Varsha got through! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After choir I had Invisible Birdshit on my shirt which i managed to clean off. Then we went to Macs for dinner where we became cadets on the way and Yuanjing owes me money because only people like her leave their wallets at home. So after that I went to my granparent's where I finished Twilight while everyone was yakking on about the imminent Thailand trip which I somehow have a lack of anticipation for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went home and thus I'm here. But I'm sasd because Vernon is not on the radio which makes Muttons To Midnights suck a little. Oh no, I really need an Edward Cullen. I think Stephenie Meyer is probably evil because she makes almost all the readers yearn for a EC when&lt;br /&gt;its totally impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julene is probably making out with Brandon now whois supposedly hot. I think MTV is cool. Yushu thinks its porn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice songs on radio now! (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fridge needs a serious restock of ice cream because there are no more tubs of B &amp;amp; Js or Haagen Dasz or Cornetto I see which is bad because ice cream is useful during the holidays. That's only because I binge during the holidays and I reckon I will become Barney someday so that's why school's good because I can't eat as and when I want and there's jogging. I can't discipline myself to jog. Actually I know I can always force myself to. No, but jogging is meant to be a pleasure because its exercise and if you read Mind YOur Body you will see thyat the interview question about whether exercise is a pleasure or penace is always answered 'pleasure'. Wow long sentence. I shall jog this Sunday though. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilt hasnt caught up with me yet and i wonder if that's good and if I should forget about waiting for Guilt and just do my work but then there's this thing called Lazy which wants to be my best friend and well, I cannot reject it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-1967778976275756586?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/1967778976275756586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=1967778976275756586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/1967778976275756586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/1967778976275756586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-shall-try-to-type-with-first-letter.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-7893275285426951699</id><published>2007-11-06T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T17:39:53.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;8-0!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!!!!! :))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-7893275285426951699?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/7893275285426951699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=7893275285426951699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/7893275285426951699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/7893275285426951699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2007/11/omg-8-0-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-663496923812382989</id><published>2007-11-06T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T07:14:49.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG OMG OMG HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IM DYING HELP SO HOT SO HOT!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! %@#*)@#&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hot hot people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-663496923812382989?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/663496923812382989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=663496923812382989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/663496923812382989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/663496923812382989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2007/11/omg-omg-omg-hot-hot-hot-hot-hot-hot-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-8626912243465681446</id><published>2007-11-06T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:00:15.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im fine now TYVM! (: life's been a bore and singyi doesnt miss me!! AW. so sad right. okay but nevermind! we'll still see each other somehow! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;julene's camp-sick, yushu's bored and bored and bored, boonhui is bored and lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh look, this is actually peter crouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129711377649064530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeXiGn_doIA/RzBlUdENWlI/AAAAAAAAAIM/nw6lPXMJZUA/s320/Image241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;like how?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway. choir tomorrow.(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i like theatrette cos its fun &amp;amp;@*()!OE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; im almost too scared to want to know. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-8626912243465681446?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/8626912243465681446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=8626912243465681446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/8626912243465681446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/8626912243465681446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2007/11/hello-people.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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/_XeXiGn_doIA/RzBlUdENWlI/AAAAAAAAAIM/nw6lPXMJZUA/s72-c/Image241.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36684493.post-1382045378928560021</id><published>2007-11-05T01:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T01:03:48.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel so SHITTTTTTTTTTT. i really ought to start on my homework but i just cant seem to go to the ecampus page to print out the homework or dig out all that homework in my file playing hide and seek with me. BLAHHHHHHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-1382045378928560021?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/1382045378928560021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=1382045378928560021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/1382045378928560021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/1382045378928560021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-feel-so-shittttttttttt.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-467354044324281175</id><published>2007-11-05T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T00:44:38.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHY DID I HAVE TO BE SICK? ): so now im stuck at home while others are enjoying themselves at sentosa. )))))))))))))))))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was the horriblest of horrible days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-467354044324281175?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36684493.post-6247909051346673289</id><published>2007-11-01T01:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T01:38:22.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoa. i must say im surprised because i never expected it. i feel like laughing at you. like, HA HA HA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-6247909051346673289?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/6247909051346673289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=6247909051346673289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/6247909051346673289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/6247909051346673289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2007/11/whoa.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-5955535430897229882</id><published>2007-11-01T00:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T00:57:19.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;im fed up, and fed up and fed up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;at what?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-5955535430897229882?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/feeds/5955535430897229882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36684493&amp;postID=5955535430897229882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/5955535430897229882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36684493/posts/default/5955535430897229882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsomystified.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-fed-up-and-fed-up-and-fed-up.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08051856456242924113</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-36684493.post-8423807257004578748</id><published>2007-11-01T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T00:24:10.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im looking at the elearning maths my face is like&lt;br /&gt;-__________________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and chinese seems so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happened to my holiday fun huh!! and how come sec 1 got the most work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36684493-8423807257004578748?l=imsomystified.blogspot.com' alt='' 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