<?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-36675073</id><updated>2011-08-24T20:49:06.795+08:00</updated><category term='Events Charity YEC Clubbing For A Cause'/><category term='Reflections Life as it is successes failures mistakes trials and tribulations.'/><title type='text'>♥silence-RHAPSODIZED.bs</title><subtitle type='html'>♥Can you read between the lines,
Can you hear past the silence?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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>185</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-5605413929607430267</id><published>2011-04-19T22:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T23:09:46.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are intrepid, we carry on. Or at least try..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0p4_RzXpCXs/Ta2f4j4mCtI/AAAAAAAABG0/NTVCiLnUp_g/s1600/Lunch.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0p4_RzXpCXs/Ta2f4j4mCtI/AAAAAAAABG0/NTVCiLnUp_g/s400/Lunch.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597305705945500370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Can I interest anyone is making me lunch? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;A kiss is just a kiss, &lt;/span&gt;a sigh is just a sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;The fundamental things apply,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;as time goes by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;-Sam, Casablanca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you drive my car, I hate it when you stare.&lt;br /&gt;I hate your big, dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I hate you so much it makes me sick — It even makes me rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you make me laugh — Even worse when you make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you're not around. And the fact that you didn't call.&lt;br /&gt;But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you — Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;-10 Things I Hate About You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-5605413929607430267?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/5605413929607430267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/5605413929607430267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2011/04/we-are-intrepid-we-carry-on-or-at-least.html' title='We are intrepid, we carry on. Or at least try..'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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/-0p4_RzXpCXs/Ta2f4j4mCtI/AAAAAAAABG0/NTVCiLnUp_g/s72-c/Lunch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-1838850358918838969</id><published>2011-03-12T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T00:06:56.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I felt the thunder, Mister Look-Like-I-Don't-Give-A-Damn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;School.. Meh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School + Awkwardness .. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MBTs.. arghh!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Help? Please?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-1838850358918838969?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/1838850358918838969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/1838850358918838969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2011/03/yes-i-felt-thunder-mister-look-like-i.html' title='Yes, I felt the thunder, Mister Look-Like-I-Don&apos;t-Give-A-Damn.'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-6915518865002922726</id><published>2010-11-26T21:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T21:18:43.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last year, this year. Same ol', same ol'.</title><content type='html'>Funny how it's been a year but nothing has changed. I'm still stuck where I was even though I knew it was over from the start. All I can say is that I now know exactly how stubborn I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You? You'll get over me.&lt;br /&gt;He'll find someone or somewhere else to get his kicks from.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; me? Once was more than enough.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I don't think I want to watch reruns.&lt;br /&gt;'Coz when you do, you don't guess the ending, hope for the best or pray that everyone comes out alive.&lt;br /&gt;You already know what happens and how it's going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;Just roll the credits already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-6915518865002922726?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/6915518865002922726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/6915518865002922726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2010/11/last-year-this-year-same-ol-same-ol.html' title='Last year, this year. Same ol&apos;, same ol&apos;.'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-3953437575283208772</id><published>2010-11-14T22:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T22:34:46.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Play Lists</title><content type='html'>You know how everyone has this mental play list of songs that reminds them of people? Sometimes it's about people they don't quite like. It could also be old flames. Well, here's my play list related to guys. Ranging from dad to friends to ex-es to crushes. Some people have more than one song references. Let's see if you can guess who's who. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;King of Anything - Sara Bareiles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Little Easier - Leddra Chapman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry - Buckcherry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come On Get Higher - Matt Nathanson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be There - Howie Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Between The Lines - Sara Bareiles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Built to last - Melee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Candle (Sick And Tired) - The White Tie Affair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daybreak - Marie Digby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't Want An Ending - Sam Tsui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crush - Rosette&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He Said, She Said (Time We Let Go) - NLT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scar - Missy Higgins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shelter - Corrinne May&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stars Falling Down - Kina Grannis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Strong Enough - Kina Grannis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-3953437575283208772?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/3953437575283208772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/3953437575283208772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2010/11/play-lists.html' title='Play Lists'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-8503819886703379098</id><published>2010-10-30T17:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T17:22:28.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions decision..</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I feel like I've just lost my best friend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm a very logical person. I think things through and do what makes the most sense. I listen to my head and try not to let feelings get in the way. However, the one time I decide that I shall listen to my heart, it's made out to be the most irrational decision I've made. Since every other person I've talked to doesn't know the full story and I myself have thought through every single detail about what may happen, what would probably not happen, what I'm giving up in contrast to what I gain, does that still make my decision irrational? I've certainly given great though into this and if this is what I still think is best for myself, if that still so stupid a decision? I would call it a selfish decision but certainly not a dumb one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't say for sure that my decision will bring me happiness or joy or even contentment but if I never tried and I'll never be at this crossroad again, will I ever know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't argue the point will be wasted,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;'Cos every time I begin you just ended,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Everything that I wanted worlds ago.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-8503819886703379098?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/8503819886703379098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/8503819886703379098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2010/10/decisions-decision.html' title='Decisions decision..'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-5311062438315474259</id><published>2010-10-13T21:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T23:07:24.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What now?... JC2 or Singapore Poly?</title><content type='html'>Well, promos are over and I got back my dismal geography marks which I probably deserve. That's what you get for trying to be a smart-ass and not study the promo package even though it was simply 7 pages or so (The other subjects gave stacks thick enough to compile in a file). I guess it was the complacency I had towards geography because I believed it was a subject I believe to be 'simple' possibly even 'easy'. I must have thought wrong. Oh well, to err is human. All I can do now is hope I still get a chance to right my wrong attitude next year in JC 2, that is. Even my CL'B grades were not up to standard. Granted, I was top in my class for it and I earned myself a merit. Even so, one is supposed to improve over time not become worse. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what happens next? Well, if I'm lucky, I'll get the 'advanced' status to JC2. Otherwise, I'm retained and off to poly I go. Time to look back at those poly courses I had considered almost a year ago. Thank goodness I'm still eligible for all poly courses that are not Chinese based. It might be a longer route but with patience I'll get to university anyhow. At least I can take solace in knowing I'll be taking up something I actually enjoy and perhaps that way I'll be able to do better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm probably getting back my GP and biology results tomorrow. Possibly even maths. Wish me all the best because I'll be needing it. It's kinda late for regrets and feeling bad about it now does nothing. Promos are over. My fate is sealed. Right now I'm just concentrating on PW and my application of differentiation tutorial. After all, I am still a JC student and until I know the full extend of the damage I've caused myself, I'm just going to do what I have to and currently, that means completing my Maths tutorial..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. I absolubly hate my retainers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-5311062438315474259?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/5311062438315474259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/5311062438315474259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-now-jc2-or-singapore-poly.html' title='What now?... JC2 or Singapore Poly?'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-3875492925936055232</id><published>2010-10-05T22:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T22:19:15.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoping for the best but expecting the worst..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Promos &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;over!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that doesn't mean it's a call for celebration. Geography's probably going to be atrocious and economies doesn't fall that far behind on the fail scale. Thankfully, I see hope in finally passing maths and biology. Or maybe just secure an 'S' each. Oh well, at least I think I did my best in GP. Whatever it is, please please PLEASE!! I need to promote!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Horrible results aside, the rest of the week is full of enjoyment. I think. That is is you enjoy visits to army camps, Cyber Wellness and Sex Ed workshops and of course, not forgetting the PW lectures. At least there's still the JC1 bash to look forward to on Friday. Hopefully it'll be more of a hit than a miss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess that all for for this entry. No drama, just plain facts. At least till next time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm caught up in something I don't get,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't understand how I got here,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm losing everything I knew,&lt;br /&gt;And it was all for you.&lt;br /&gt;Could you be a little easier on me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-3875492925936055232?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/3875492925936055232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/3875492925936055232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2010/10/hoping-for-best-but-expecting-worst.html' title='Hoping for the best but expecting the worst..'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-6274625830912007388</id><published>2010-09-06T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T22:10:09.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;promise&lt;/span&gt;, I&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; 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I know I said I would blog regularly but I don't think I can. JC life is really starting now and it demands longs hours and blah blah blah. As I'm typing this, I'm doing geog homework. Yes, homework. And I have an Econs project too! So as you can tell, I'll be hella busy over this CNY holiday. In fact, you know what? I don't think it'll be much of a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of the mundane matters. Today was CNY celebration. 10A202 is officially the JC1 class that cam-whores the most! Ha! The celebration itself was pretty boring actually. We had to sit through about 30 minutes of dragon and lion dances before going for a break and then up to the hall for the mini concert. Half the JC1 classes has to watch the concert from LT5 as the hall can't hold the whole school sadly. So my class sat up in the hall and cam-whored the whole time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As this is Friendship Week, MJC played the Angel &amp;amp; Mortal game where the angel has to get the mortal a gift and write a letter to them. Everyone has an angel and a mortal. So everyone has to give a gift and receive a gift. My mortal actually took the effort to hunt me down and find out my name through means I still don't know about. Kinda freaky actually since nobody told her. So glad she loved my gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for now. Happy CNY! Collect lots of red packets and split it wil me! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Signing off, Evelyn. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-7127420054636247836?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/7127420054636247836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/7127420054636247836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2010/02/busybusybusy.html' title='BUSYBUSYBUSY!!!!'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-1543470740273003725</id><published>2010-01-26T23:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T23:17:10.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excited? Anxious? Scared? ARGHH!!!!</title><content type='html'>That one little sms that's going to chart our paths for the next two or three years will start coming in about 45 minutes! Gosh! No word can describe how I feel right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-1543470740273003725?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/1543470740273003725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/1543470740273003725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2010/01/excited-anxious-scared-arghh.html' title='Excited? Anxious? Scared? ARGHH!!!!'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-8599935400484399867</id><published>2010-01-26T22:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T22:58:04.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartbreak warfare.</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lightning strikes&lt;br /&gt;Inside, my chest to keep me up at night&lt;br /&gt;Dream of ways&lt;br /&gt;To make you understand my pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clouds of sulfur in the air&lt;br /&gt;Bombs are falling everywhere&lt;br /&gt;It's heartbreak warfare&lt;br /&gt;Once you want it to begin,&lt;br /&gt;No one really ever wins&lt;br /&gt;In heartbreak warfare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want more love,&lt;br /&gt;why don't you say so?&lt;br /&gt;If you want more love,&lt;br /&gt;why don't you say so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop his &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(her)&lt;/span&gt; name&lt;br /&gt;Push it in and twist the knife again&lt;br /&gt;Watch my face&lt;br /&gt;As I pretend to feel no pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clouds of sulfur in the air&lt;br /&gt;Bombs are falling everywhere&lt;br /&gt;It's heartbreak warfare&lt;br /&gt;Once you want it to begin,&lt;br /&gt;No one really ever wins&lt;br /&gt;In heartbreak warfare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want more love,&lt;br /&gt;why don't you say so?&lt;br /&gt;If you want more love,&lt;br /&gt;why don't you say so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just say so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come the only way to know how high you get me&lt;br /&gt;is to see how far I fall&lt;br /&gt;God only knows how much I'd love you if you let me&lt;br /&gt;but I can't break through at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a heartbreak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if we don't sleep at all tonight&lt;br /&gt;Let's just fix this whole thing now&lt;br /&gt;I swear to God we're gonna get it right&lt;br /&gt;If you lay your weapon down&lt;br /&gt;Red wine and ambien&lt;br /&gt;You're talking shit again, it's heartbreak warfare&lt;br /&gt;Good to know it's all a game&lt;br /&gt;Disappointment has a name, it's heartbreak warfare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;-Heartbreak Warfare, John Mayer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SCREW IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-8599935400484399867?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/8599935400484399867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/8599935400484399867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2010/01/heartbreak-warfare.html' title='Heartbreak warfare.'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-3877799800679247041</id><published>2010-01-23T23:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T23:54:47.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morbid much?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just came back from my grandmother's sister's wake. It's sad especially when you start thinking about your own in future. It's a morbid thought, I know but I can't help but wonder who will be at mine. Will the people I know now be there or would I have already have attended their's or maybe we've grown apart such that we don't know each other anymore. Will there be many people there? Would I be missed? Would I have achieved enough or made a big enough impression to actually be remembered? If so, what incident or event would I be remembered by? Would I have made good use of my time on Earth or would I just be returning to the ashes in vain? So many questions I don't have an answer to yet. In fact I wouldn't have an answer until I'm far into my twilight years. That is indeed a long way to go but once in a while, you just can't help but to wonder...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On a happier note, my new wardrobe will be delivered on Wednesday. Can't wait. On top of that, my lovely mother allowed me to make a couple of online purchases so I bought a couple of tops. They should arrive in the mail by Tuesday. Ohya, mummy and I also went to a flea market next to Katong Shopping Centre earlier today, bought me more stuff. Mad happy now. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, I guess that's all for now. I'm going to have to adjust the time I sleep and wake now since school will be starting this Thursday. Wish me luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-3877799800679247041?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/3877799800679247041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/3877799800679247041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2010/01/morbid-much.html' title='Morbid much?'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-6519824889248676026</id><published>2010-01-17T22:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T23:56:11.318+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections Life as it is successes failures mistakes trials and tribulations.'/><title type='text'>I must, I must be gracious.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So what if it hurts me? So what if I break down?&lt;br /&gt;So what if this world just throws me off the edge, my feet run out of ground?&lt;br /&gt;I got to find my place, I want to hear my sound.&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to care about all the pain in front of me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm just trying to be happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;-Happy, Leona Lewis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot in life to be thankful for. Firstly, being here. Where I am here in Singapore. If things had been even just a little bit different, I would have ended up in an orphange in China just like my older sister. So yeah, China jokes, not funny. At least not to me. I'm not ashamed to say I was adopted from China. It's nothing humiliating. It's the opposite really. I feel proud and it's a reminder to cherish what I have because there are so many other girls in China who would give anything to be in my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I've done a lot of stupid things. I've always been blur. Even slow at times. I know. I've never been seen as smart. I was always the one no one expects to score well or do anything right. MOE thought so, my extended family agreed, my parents would never say it out loud but I could see it. I don't blame them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be the most problematic child in Kindergarden and primary school. Firstly, I wouldn't sit still. Secondly, I wouldn't stop talking. Thirdly, I just refused to do my homework. On top of all that, I was always falling ill. It's no wonder why the teachers never really liked me. So when my pathetic PSLE results came out, no one was really surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then, I was too young to understand what that would mean. It was just another piece of paper. So, I ended up at Bedok North Secondary. At 12, I saw it as an adventure. It would be the first time I would be mixing around with actual boys! (I grew up mainly around females. My dad doesn't count.) That explains why I was so boy-crazy in sec 1. I got so caught up I didn't bother about my own friendships because my new found relationship was so much more special. At least that was how I felt then. Then in sec two, I got into some trouble with classmates. That brought me back to Earth and helped me get my head out of the clouds. But then, I got caught up in some new drama and started a new phase of self mutilation. I'm not proud of it. I still have the scars on my right arm as reminders of my stupidity. It wasn't until sec 4 did I completely outgrow that phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's a little early talk. I still have a long way to go, many more lessons to learn and even more obstacles to overcome. I can't say I'm not scared because I'm not just scared. I'm terrified. Who wouldn't be? Especially when it comes to starting all over again in a new place with no familiar faces. Yes, I'm talking about being in a new school. It's already more or less confirmed that I'll get into a JC. Now it's just a matter of WHICH JC. Wherever it is I'm headed, the number of people I'll know can be counted with the fingers on one hand. So yes, I'm frightened to death. I don't like new places or new people. I don't make friends easily. I don't like people fast. I'm not all that likeable either. It's like starting Sec 1 all over again except I have no idea what to expect. I can't explain how I feel nor can I exactly describe it. All I can say is that is a good kind of fear. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting this far in life, I have everyone who has been in it to thank. The friends, my family, the teachers who never gave up on me, even the people I never really got to know. I wouldn't be who I am without everyone. I may not have made it this far. So, thank-you. For making me who I am. I wouldn't have it any other way. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I'll live with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Carpe Diem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; engraved on my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-6519824889248676026?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/6519824889248676026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/6519824889248676026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-must-i-must-be-gracious.html' title='I must, I must be gracious.'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-4067999307168651758</id><published>2010-01-15T22:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T11:06:23.547+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events Charity YEC Clubbing For A Cause'/><title type='text'>Clubbing for a Cause.</title><content type='html'>Just came back from the first committee meeting for an upcoming event 'Clubbing for a Cause'. This event is special as it is a colleboration of three YECs in the East. Namely, Eunos YEC, Tampines- Changkat YEC and Pasir Ris YEC. This makes this a huge project under PAYM. The aim is to raise funds for a youth beneficiary through a clubbing event. Target group would be Poly, JC2 students, University students, other students in tertiery education and NS men. Basically, the youths over 18 as it is a clubbing event and hence, club rules apply. Entry price would be between $15 to $25 and may or may not come with a free drink depending on how much we can raise. All this will be finalised by a later date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name of the event would probably be changed. The event will basically be held in a club. We're pushing for Zouk. Our second choice would be Butter Factory. 70% of proceeds go to the youth charity beneficiary. The remaining 30% will be used to cover cost. Of course like every other fund raiser, there must be Guest of Honours. So, come and you'll probably get to see your MP dancing and clubbing along with you too. Performances will also be held for the first hour or so. More info at a later date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, looking for talented youth willing to perform for charity. Not necessary to be over 18. Those interested please email me or IM me if you have me on MSN. Yours truly will also be able to enter as I am part of the OC. Cool right? I'm not even 17 yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event will be held tentatively on the 18 or 25th of June. Those interested can contact me at a later date. I will say when don't worry. This is one event I'll definately blog about. For now, ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-4067999307168651758?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/4067999307168651758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/4067999307168651758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2010/01/clubbing-for-cause.html' title='Clubbing for a Cause.'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-5701819243443464997</id><published>2010-01-13T15:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T19:01:47.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions, decisions..</title><content type='html'>Finally sent in my JAE application after staring blankly into the computer screen for 10 full minutes until the system logged me out. Hah. Anyway, here's what I submitted. I changed it a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Choice : Meridian Junior College (Arts)&lt;br /&gt;2nd Choice : St. Andrews Junior College (Arts)&lt;br /&gt;3rd Choice : Nanyang Junior College (Arts)&lt;br /&gt;4th Choice : Catholic Junior College (Arts)&lt;br /&gt;5th Choice : Human Resource Management with Applied Psychology (SP)&lt;br /&gt;6th Choice : Mass Communication (NP)&lt;br /&gt;7th Choice : Business Studies (NP)&lt;br /&gt;8th Choice : Communications &amp;amp; Media Management (TP)&lt;br /&gt;9th Choice : Advertising &amp;amp; Public Relations (NP)&lt;br /&gt;10th Choice : Music &amp;amp; Audio Technology (SP)&lt;br /&gt;11th Choice : Business/Marketing (TP)&lt;br /&gt;12th Choice : Hospitality &amp;amp; Tourism Management (TP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep.. So that's that. All $7 worth. I'm not spending another $10 to amend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-5701819243443464997?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/5701819243443464997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/5701819243443464997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2010/01/decisions-decisions.html' title='Decisions, decisions..'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-8794588412340294341</id><published>2010-01-13T00:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T00:41:46.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JAE choices</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I've more or less finalised my list. I'll be going to MJC Open House later today so if the open house doesn't change my mind about any of my choices then this shall be the list I will be submitting tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Choice : Meridian Junior College (Arts)&lt;br /&gt;2nd Choice : St. Andrew's Junior College (Arts)&lt;br /&gt;3rd Choice : Catholic Junior College (Arts)&lt;br /&gt;4th Choice : Human Resource Management with Applied Psychology (Singapore Poly)&lt;br /&gt;5th Choice : Mass Communications (Ngee Ann Poly)&lt;br /&gt;6th Choice : Millennia Institute (Commerce)&lt;br /&gt;7th Choice : Business Studies (Ngee Ann Poly)&lt;br /&gt;8th Choice : Communications and Media Management (Temasek Poly)&lt;br /&gt;9th Choice : Advertising and Public Relations (Ngee Ann Poly)&lt;br /&gt;10th Choice : Music and Audio Technology (Singapore Poly)&lt;br /&gt;11th Choice : Business Study Grouping- Business/Marketing (Temasek Poly)&lt;br /&gt;12th Choice : Hospitality and Tourism Management (Temasek Poly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. So these are my choices. I'm hoping for my first three choices. My father is still quite insistant on talking to the pastor on getting me into ACJC. Now, if I had taken up the VP of Payar Lebar Methodist Girl's offer to transfer there at the end of sec 1 I would have no problem getting in at all as I would be affiliated. But hey, I'm satisfied with how I have done and my choices. So that's that. Whatever result I get on the 27th, I'll be happy with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-8794588412340294341?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/8794588412340294341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/8794588412340294341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2010/01/jae-choices.html' title='JAE choices'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-4393237436080400370</id><published>2010-01-12T19:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T21:33:30.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm through with all this s''t. Time to turn the car around..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It matters not wherther she lives next door, halfway around the world or 1146 miles from here. It hurts and it will continue to hurt for a long time. The way I feel is not some switch I can turn on and off as I please.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You know, he may read this but he probably won't but what the hell. It doesn't matter anyway. It's my blog and this is where I write about my thoughts and my feelings. So here goes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For those who don't know the story... We broke up in the middle of my prelims. I guess to could say I initiated it. But even so, it hurt but my results were unaffected. In fact, they were the best I ever had in my whole secondary school life. After that, during the O'levels itself, I got a little bit distracted by the same person because of a single night's incident (Nothing dirty I assure you.) . It left me with no mood to study, angry and cold but somehow, I managed to get past all that, put my thinking into perspective and trudge ahead anyway. So, if I was able to do it during my prelims and then again during my O'levels. I see no reason why I can't do it again. With or without some major exam looming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;To him.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The whole reason why I wanted to meet you and talk it out with you so badly was because I had things I wanted to say to you. I wanted to tell you that despite you saying that you weren't going to get into a relationship until after NS, I was willing to wait and I did put a lot of thought into it. I wanted to tell you, no matter what happened, I wanted you to know that I could be the one for you to turn to about anything at all. Something joyful, sad or anything at all. That's how much I felt for you. I guess all that is just bull and void now isn't it? Getting it on with some girl you knew for less than ten days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Maybe she's special, maybe she's something more. Whatever it is, I hope she is. If she wasn't then it's just plain humiliating for me. For you to choose someone so far away when I'm right here and how you moved on so fast when just a month before that you were telling me something totally different. I know, it's nobody's fault for falling in love. Which is why I'm not blaming you or her. Which is why I'm trying my best not to judge. I'm not angry at you. If it's anyone I'm mad at, it's me. You know, now I'm thinking, if I had told you all that that every night, would things have turned out different? Perhaps...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I'm not bitter, I'm just done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Will you just shut up already? I know what I'm getting into when I choose where I want to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;During the O's, you kept saying that I'll end up in ITE and flunk the whole damn exam! When I said I wanted to enter polytechnic, you just had to critizise and find every excuse in the book why it is bad. You said that it's expensive, that it's not easy to go to University from there and a whole bunch of other reasons that I kind of agreed with. You tried convincing me I HAD to enter JC. Never once did you asked me why I said no every time. When I tried to explain, you didn't want to hear. So here's why. Again: I DIDN'T THINK I WOULD EVEN QUALIFY! You even went as far as to call me a bimbo. See that's you, and you call me tackless. Sorry, I learnt from the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now after I get my results, I have 5 freaking As and one B. I can actually enter JC. Just like what you wanted. You're still not satisfied. You insisted that JC wasn't that place for me and that maybe I should rethink my decision to enter JC. WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT FROM ME?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;From day one you refer to me as your 'investment', just like your beloved stock markets. How you expect returns and how I must be your 'ATM' in time to come. What the hell am I?! A damn cash cow?! Maybe it's about time you realise not everything is about money!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You keep saying that it's because you want me to be better than you. I scored better than you now and you're still ashamed of me. Could it be because I'm not your own. Maybe it's humiliating for some girl from China to have finally done something good. Something that goes against my 'Made In China' stereotyping? Or can you not stand the fact that maybe I might actually be good for something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Whatever it is, I'm sick of it. I'm sick of feeling ashamed of myself. I'm tired of letting you bring me down as and when you like it. I'm so over giving in to you and letting you walk all over me and telling me what to do. That's it! I'm done!&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/36675073-4393237436080400370?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/4393237436080400370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/4393237436080400370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-matters-not-wherther-she-lives-next.html' title='I&apos;m through with all this s&apos;&apos;t. Time to turn the car around..'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-8681724602446278329</id><published>2010-01-11T22:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T21:59:34.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMFG...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I think the picture is self explainatory..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(photo removed)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you wanted to know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English Language, A1&lt;br /&gt;Combined Humanities, A1&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics, A2&lt;br /&gt;Additional Mathematics, B3&lt;br /&gt;Biology, A2&lt;br /&gt;Science (Physics/Chemistry), A2&lt;br /&gt;Chinese B, Merit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NluR3JEuB00/S0s1qKlEUvI/AAAAAAAABFY/c_ZQgEgpl18/s1600-h/SNC00170.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; Top girl. WTF?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;___________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-8681724602446278329?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/8681724602446278329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/8681724602446278329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2010/01/omfg.html' title='OMFG...'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-3502811133484541432</id><published>2010-01-11T09:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T10:34:37.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not bitter, I'm just done with you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Five years down the road, I swear I'm not going to remember the guy who broke up with me then hooked up with me for one night and then then moved on to another girl in 20 seconds flat... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll laugh when it comes up in girl talk. About his new girl that lives 1146 miles or 1845 kilometers away (Yes, I checked.) In fact I think of it as a joke right now. Maybe it's because I don't know her. Then again, I'll never want to know her. Not in a million years. Which girl would want to? But whatever it is, it's over. Fini. Finis. Finito. I'm done, I'm through with him. I could find a replacement just as easily. I choose not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;You don't die of a broken heart. You just wish you did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;-Marilyn Peterson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, today is the day. Judgement day. I've done done the studying, did the papers. Now all that's left is the results themselves. I can't go back to change my answers and I can't go back to study more. Whatever happens later, happens. I've already calculated the range of results I'll probably get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At best --&gt; L1R5, 14. L1R4, 10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At worst--&gt; L1R5, 17. L1R4, 12.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is what I think I'll get for my raw score. Either way, I'll probably not be able to get into JC but have a pretty good score for poly. So I guess we all know where I'll probably end up now. Well, that's all for now. 4 and a quarter hours to go. Wish me luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-3502811133484541432?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/3502811133484541432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/3502811133484541432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-not-bitter-im-just-done-with-you.html' title='I&apos;m not bitter, I&apos;m just done with you.'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-7625082156847398602</id><published>2010-01-09T22:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T23:24:18.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I don't need you..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;If you're gonna be there, be there.&lt;br /&gt;If you're gonna stay, stay tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Start living. Out with the old.&lt;br /&gt;I'm all lit up, must be the good life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 599px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 455px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424760746457610786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NluR3JEuB00/S0ifKEQWuiI/AAAAAAAABFQ/0RXRi8tveeE/s400/SNC00168.jpg" /&gt; I'll miss you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-7625082156847398602?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/7625082156847398602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/7625082156847398602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2010/01/if-i-dont-need-you.html' title='If I don&apos;t need you..'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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/_NluR3JEuB00/S0ifKEQWuiI/AAAAAAAABFQ/0RXRi8tveeE/s72-c/SNC00168.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-1915372510248583588</id><published>2010-01-08T21:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T23:03:51.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New beginning?...</title><content type='html'>So, I'm finally updating my blog. It's now 2010. It's kind of late but let's do new year resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 resolutions for 2010.&lt;br /&gt;1) Not be impulsive and get into a relationship just for the sake of being in one.&lt;br /&gt;2) I will be completely honest with me, myself and I.&lt;br /&gt;3) I WILL work hard! (Probably going to break this within a month of starting school.)&lt;br /&gt;4) I will religiously eat my vitamins everyday. (Already broken.)&lt;br /&gt;5) I will blog regularly. (Like once a month. Ha.)&lt;br /&gt;6) I will control my mouth and my temper.&lt;br /&gt;7) I will be thrifty. (Already broken.)&lt;br /&gt;8) I will appreciate the things I have and the people I have around me.&lt;br /&gt;9) I WILL learn POA. (Must be done before I start school.)&lt;br /&gt;10) I will do my best to keep to my resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 means I'll be 17. I'll be going on to either JC or poly. Probably the latter. Whatever it may be, I'm ready to take it on and be damn right serious about it. I'm no longer a child and so I should act like the young adult I am in order to be treated that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 aside, results will be out on Monday. I'm starting to second guess how confident I felt about the good papers and regret not doing more for the rest. I don't expect me to rest easy on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all. Really tired right now. Shall do a proper post... soon. Ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-1915372510248583588?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/1915372510248583588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/1915372510248583588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-beginning.html' title='New beginning?...'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-550670398018976058</id><published>2009-11-11T16:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T17:03:42.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, busy busy!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, it's been a really long time since I last did a proper post. Well, the O's are practically over so I'm out of excuses to not blog. Anyway, I'll still be busy. Just not with studying. With what then? For starters, a christmas party, a part time job, the sec one orientation camp, lottsa outings with the girls and hanging out with the guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already promised to help out at the Eunos CC as a commitee member in an upcoming christmas party the Eunos YEC and RC are organising. I'll be attenting the first meeting this saturday. Got to get my lazy ass up in time for it. Well, after the christmas party the Shining Stars held last year, this one should be a walk in the park especially since I doubt they'll give me some job with huge responsibility like last year. The best part? I don't have to travel all the way to Tiong Bahru every freaking day this time!! Yes, I'm excited. The thing is, I don't know anyone else in the commitee. (The BNSS SLC isn't involved this time.) Kinda scary especially for someone like me who isn't very sociable. I guess there's a first time for everything. Well, wish me luck guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now that the O's are over (Don't expect as blog post about it. I never want to hear about it again!), I need my social life back! And what better way than having a class BBQ? Expect pictures, pictures and MORE PICTURES! (If I'm not too lazy to blog, that is. Heh..) Besides that, 'll be spending lots of time (and money) with my girlfriends an boyfriends. So that explains my need for a part time job. Currently job hunting. If anyone knows of a pretty good job, please please please tell me. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2010 sec one orientation camp? Well, I'm just going to help out there as a facilitator. Mostly to make up for the fact that I wasn't there at this year's camp. (I was at the Adam Khoo workshop.) Hopefully, next year's batch of sec ones would be well behaved and quiet. Oh, who am I kidding? They're going to be rowdy, noisy, vulgar and everythig else in between but I'm still going anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to get back to studying. Bio MCQ and CL'B exams tomorrow. Seriously, who studies for CL'B exams? Not me. I'm onl doing bio. Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Where would you want to be if the world really ended in December 2012? (Sorry, just had to ask.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-550670398018976058?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/550670398018976058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/550670398018976058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/11/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy, busy busy!!!'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-1279197522134715096</id><published>2009-11-10T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T21:56:17.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Straight through my heart.</title><content type='html'>You always show up too late,&lt;br /&gt;Drive me totally insane.&lt;br /&gt;You never tell me what you think,&lt;br /&gt;And never say what you mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I tore you out of my heart,&lt;br /&gt;And cleared you out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me how you got here under my skin.&lt;br /&gt;You come around and I can't pull away.&lt;br /&gt;And there's just no use trying to say goodbye again&lt;br /&gt;'cause I just can't be with or without you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-1279197522134715096?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/1279197522134715096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/1279197522134715096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/11/straight-through-my-heart.html' title='Straight through my heart.'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-5052916783487102297</id><published>2009-09-19T14:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T14:20:01.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the coldest war.</title><content type='html'>what are you fighting for?&lt;br /&gt;What's the point if you win the battle but lose the war?&lt;br /&gt;You're both not backing down and I stand in disbelief&lt;br /&gt;How you exchanges can seem so deafening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you fighting for?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if you see it how I do&lt;br /&gt;You just might see this war is uncalled for.&lt;br /&gt;But still, no one is backing down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-5052916783487102297?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/5052916783487102297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/5052916783487102297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-are-you-fighting-for-whats-point.html' title='the coldest war.'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-7470341776820001288</id><published>2009-09-11T15:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T15:30:09.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken hearts and torn up letters.</title><content type='html'>I don't want to think about it. &lt;br /&gt;I don't want to talk about it. &lt;br /&gt;I don't want to dream about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to hear "I'm sorry".&lt;br /&gt;I don't want sympathy.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to remember.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to recall promises.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to cry about it.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to mop about it.&lt;br /&gt;Because it's over and that's all there is to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;That's the word for it.&lt;br /&gt;It should mean get up and get on with your life &lt;br /&gt;cause that's the only thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;Upgrade.&lt;br /&gt;Cause that's what I'm going to do.&lt;br /&gt;He'll be sorry then.&lt;br /&gt;They all end up that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What doesn't kill me will only make me stronger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-7470341776820001288?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/7470341776820001288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/7470341776820001288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/09/broken-hearts-and-torn-up-letters.html' title='Broken hearts and torn up letters.'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-6114390692777355315</id><published>2009-09-07T18:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T18:33:13.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday wishes.</title><content type='html'>Hey guys! Finally back. Thanks all who wished me a happy birthday! Talking about my birthday, Sara says she has my present from xinyi, Huijuan and her currently sitting in her house and that she'll only give it to me on 15th Oct. Nothing wrong with that ya. It was just the way she said it. Makes it seem like it's something bad. Should I be scared?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just came online to tell all your lil' peeps that I bought KIMCHI!!! -drools-&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to have a really nice time tonight eating kimchi and watching house. That obnoxious old man. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;KIMCHI = MAD LOVES!!!!&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/36675073-6114390692777355315?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/6114390692777355315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/6114390692777355315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/09/birthday-wishes.html' title='birthday wishes.'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-6532675089908790287</id><published>2009-08-27T18:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T20:20:51.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life is mundane and unexciting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;My life is boring, my blog is dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I have no pictures to show and nothing to be said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;In other words, my life is like this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Study, eat, do homework, sleep, go to school, shit, revise, sleep.. etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can pretty much guess the cycle. The only thing that's going to break it will be my prelims. And after that, this will be my facinating life for the next three months...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Study, go to school, eat (+ revise), Do homework, Do TYS, Sleep (-3 hours)... etc..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can continue the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun eh? I can't wait till I get my life back.&lt;br /&gt;Birthdays are meant to be celebrated but no.. I'm going to be studying for some exam on both possible dates. Great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S. -ahem- Goh Hui Juan still owes me a present from last year. So I shall gladly receive two from her this year! xD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-6532675089908790287?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/6532675089908790287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/6532675089908790287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-life-is-mundane-and-unexciting.html' title='My life is mundane and unexciting.'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-5592505069226165139</id><published>2009-08-17T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T23:00:26.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as a Senior in Bedok North is all work and no play indeed.</title><content type='html'>Okay, so after a long unforgiveable haitus, I'm finally going to do a proper blog post. So basically, I've been busy studying. Surprised I was actually doing something meaningful? Well, I never fail to surprise. Sometimes, I even surprise myself. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, day by day, all my teachers except Mdm Wong are turning into terrifying and utterly loathsome slavedrivers, What happened to the good ol' Miss Lenny? Who kidnapped her and replaced her with this cheap knockoff that only looks like her?! No one is my class would bet on what would be the first thing she'll do the minute she steps in for you next lesson. Probably, no definatly, without a doubt she'll nag. The only thing that's unpredictable is the duration of her nagging session. That's only for bio. All the other teachers have their own form of torture. I swear before becoming teachers they all went on a crash course on torture! Talking about teachers and school work, I have a full bio mock exam and a chemistry mock exam on thursday. Both subjects require much space in my temporary hard disk! -groans- These teachers are trying to kill us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said about teachers and test. Let's move on to a slightly happier topic- O'Level English Oral. Usually, I would be jumping for joy if someone were to tell me I have an English oral this Friday but not this time. Why? Mainly because it's part of this huge scary concept otherwise known as the GCE O'Level exam. Looking back, I think I said something like this about my PSLE too. Anyway, I will not be putting myself through another one of these GCE examinations. Namely, the A'Levels. MY poor heart wouldn't be able to take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's pretty wordy. Even by my past standards. Anyway, gotta get back to studying. Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-5592505069226165139?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/5592505069226165139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/5592505069226165139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/08/okay-so-after-long-unforgiveable-haitus.html' title='Life as a Senior in Bedok North is all work and no play indeed.'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-2921004790876481807</id><published>2009-08-14T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T18:13:56.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A love a lot like winter..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;..I'm &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;frightened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, and you're &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;indifferent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;..You seem &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;miles away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Are you even &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;..Do I still have your heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I can't&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;..I need a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;If you don't want me to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;then there's no point of me &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;holding on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;..You're getting &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;careless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; with my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;..The minute I look &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;you could be &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;..Was it something &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;something &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;or was it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; this way?..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;..I don't think I know &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;..I'm hoping for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;best &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;but expecting the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;worst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Are you going to drop the bomb or not?..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.S. I'm sorry Sara for being a total asshole today.&lt;br /&gt;So much that you had to personally drag me home.&lt;br /&gt;But thanks ya? :)&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/36675073-2921004790876481807?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/2921004790876481807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/2921004790876481807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-lot-like-winter.html' title='A love a lot like winter..'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-8727489017099668866</id><published>2009-08-13T17:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T18:15:22.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you hear me screaming out your name?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;just listen to the words I say&lt;br /&gt;This is not a game I play&lt;br /&gt;With just any guy&lt;br /&gt;It's no use to lose your way,&lt;br /&gt;Just keep me in your arms baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be careless with my heart&lt;br /&gt;When my breath, it starts to shake&lt;br /&gt;I'm not too delicate to love&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not too delicate to break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Can you hear me just screaming out your name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-8727489017099668866?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/8727489017099668866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/8727489017099668866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/08/can-you-hear-me-screaming-out-your-name_13.html' title='Can you hear me screaming out your name?'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-8384716917732260579</id><published>2009-08-12T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T21:27:37.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I'll just bite my lip and hold my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe even let it pass&lt;br /&gt;Simply because it's okay&lt;br /&gt;But I can't promise you I'm alright.&lt;/ i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-8384716917732260579?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/8384716917732260579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/8384716917732260579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/08/ill-just-bite-my-lip-and-hold-my-tongue.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-528844495072030918</id><published>2009-08-12T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:00:13.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I saw two full grown men fight outside Kemangan MRT station today. Oh, and I when I say fight, I meant both physically and verbally.  One guy nearly fell off the ledge but he didn't so when the other man fell to the ground he started kicking him. I would have probably found this hilarious under other circumstances but not when one of them almost hit me in the process of attacking the other. -.- Gosh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-528844495072030918?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/528844495072030918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/528844495072030918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-saw-two-full-grown-men-fight-outside.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-3201889478227026308</id><published>2009-08-06T18:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T18:42:58.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;To Xavier:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Second Month Baby!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's alright if you can't spend as much time with me as before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I know things are getting tough but I'm sure we'll make it through this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I promise I'll be here no matter what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So don't give up on me because I haven't given up on you.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&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/36675073-3201889478227026308?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/3201889478227026308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/3201889478227026308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-xavier-happy-second-month-baby-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-3637589985566862499</id><published>2009-07-30T17:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T17:45:09.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THIS POST IS DEDICATED TO TIEW XINYI WHO IS ANYTHING BUT ADORABLE, CUDDLY AND LOVABLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Xinyi, but that's the truth. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I won't be updating my blog at all until I get my inspiration back which would be sometime after my o'levels. Or maybe I'll just update when I feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s. Goodbye world. I'm going to attempt suicide before my mother kills me instead. &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-3637589985566862499?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/3637589985566862499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/3637589985566862499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-post-is-dedicated-to-tiew-xinyi.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-5868008046675266190</id><published>2009-07-08T17:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T18:33:14.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys, it's been some time since I last updated. Mostly because I was never online long enough to. Excuses excuses. Ya, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;_______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I had 8 freaking periods dedicated to Maths today!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means, 4 hours of pure Amaths and Emaths. Two sessions, two hours long. My brain hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, if they keep this up, the school will start to see a trend in absentees every Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what I really want to tell the world, is that I had tofu for breakfast. Yup! That soft, smooth and silken beancurd! Yummy. :)&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so now I'm at a point where I'm crapping so much I have no idea what the heck I'm typing. So I'll spare all of you with these new vids that aren't actually new. &gt;.&lt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;_____________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, XinYi, remember how you promised to get stoned with me after the O's? Wanna try one of these hangover cures after? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Xiaxue's Guide To Life: EP37 - Hangover Cures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E6PDh38QUhk&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E6PDh38QUhk&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I post this up before? I don't think I've posted this up before. I might have though. Oh, screw it! Just watch the damn vid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Chick vs. Dick: EP34 - The Impersonation Challenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t9wPl3ysgjE&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t9wPl3ysgjE&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;_____________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Xavier:&lt;br /&gt;Hey baby, one month passed so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe you're mine.&lt;br /&gt;What I'm trying to say is,&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm excited about this journey&lt;br /&gt;simply because I know I'll have you by my side.&lt;br /&gt;Happy first month anniversary~♥&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/36675073-5868008046675266190?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/5868008046675266190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/5868008046675266190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/07/hey-guys-its-been-some-time-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-8414749452265140552</id><published>2009-06-29T18:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T18:50:44.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Argh! I knew listening to this was a bad idea! Now it's stuck in my head. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The Llama Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KMYN4djSq7o&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1&amp;amp;color1=" color2="0xe87a9f" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-8414749452265140552?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/8414749452265140552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/8414749452265140552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/06/argh-i-knew-listening-to-this-was-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-7997121323517459486</id><published>2009-06-28T13:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T13:39:16.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gosh. OMFG! What's wrong with you?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;First when you were seventeen, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and now when you're twenty-two. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't you learn? What are you trying to prove?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Surely you should have known where all that leads to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why weren't you thinking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Are you proud of yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why do you have to be such a screw up?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;How are you going to support them now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;No job, no proper qualification.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Heck, I'm never going to be like you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-7997121323517459486?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/7997121323517459486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/7997121323517459486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/06/gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-546672830016440594</id><published>2009-06-15T12:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T12:14:02.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gossip Girl and Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's. What could possibly be better? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-546672830016440594?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/546672830016440594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/546672830016440594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/06/gossip-girl-and-ben-jerrys.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-3140078965271301262</id><published>2009-06-14T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T00:03:24.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THIS POST IS SPECIALLY DEDICATED TO KIMMY AND XINYI WHO WON'T STOP BUGGING ME TO UPDATE!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I'm finally here to update! So the thing is, I'm stuck alone at home till tuesday. My parents went to Malaysia again. Baby came over in the afternoon but I'm probably going to be alone for the rest of the time with only my books to keep me company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, a girl from my level, in my school is down with N1H1. From what I've read, she's allowed to come back to school. Scary. My school's probably going to go crazy with the temperature taking again. She came to school on the 10th and 11th. I clearly remember walking pass her while she was waiting for the BNSS idol auditions. I guess that's not considered close contact but still... Ohwell, I'm not exactly her fan but I hope she gets well soon anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, full story at &lt;a href="http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/singaporelocalnews/view/435851/1/.html"&gt;http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/singaporelocalnews/view/435851/1/.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go. Ciao peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-3140078965271301262?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/3140078965271301262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/3140078965271301262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-post-is-to-kimmy-and-xinyi-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-1233419726308379186</id><published>2009-06-07T14:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:59:24.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm back to update!&lt;br /&gt;psst. As you are a loyal rader of my almost dead blog,&lt;br /&gt;I though I should share with you this little piece of information.&lt;br /&gt;Evelyn's really high and o6o6'o9 a special date. Figured anything out yet?&lt;br /&gt;No? Oh, too bad. :p&lt;br /&gt;Ciao suckers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-1233419726308379186?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/1233419726308379186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/1233419726308379186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/06/ok-im-back-to-update-psst.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-6255063103985827169</id><published>2009-05-28T20:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T17:45:18.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;kay, so I owe the KSEXY clique this. Best get it over with before they come after my head. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I've known her since sec 2.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to her short stint in the choir.&lt;br /&gt;She is spastic. Just so you know.&lt;br /&gt;She is best avoided in the early morning&lt;br /&gt;when her spastic levels are at all-time highs.&lt;br /&gt;Highly toxic when taken with Kimberly.&lt;br /&gt;She absolubly loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I love her back. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kimberly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Been my friend since sec 1.&lt;br /&gt;Won't forget the projects we've done together.&lt;br /&gt;Where we end up laughing like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;She says alot of things that make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;She's probably the most daring among the lot.&lt;br /&gt;She loves me lots and I love her too. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Xinyi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Known her since sec 1.&lt;br /&gt;Perfectly random.&lt;br /&gt;She'll be so alone if not for me. XD&lt;br /&gt;She loves me as much as she loves food and her teddy bears&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I love her equally much too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;_________________________________ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok, now I'm gonna compare what my lovely dears have said about me with one another and add my own comments. Whee.... XD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From Xinyi's blog...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ahh... My beloved ikan-bilis! :D I look forward to seeing you prance around in a bikini soon, k? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[Okay! XD]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; xD Just kidding. Hahahaas Hmm. Evelyn is a sensible girl who has been through alot of ups and downs in her life, so she's a really grounded person, I guess.&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[Hmm.. interesting]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; She knows alot of nice songs too.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; [Oh, so you only love me for my nice songs. Now I'm heart broken! ):]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ;p I love Evelyn as much as I love &lt;s&gt;biting the heads off&lt;/s&gt; gummy bears and teddy bears and drooling over pictures of smexaye cars. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[Well, at least I don't fall under the catergory of 'asshole' which would be the worst insult in the world. xD]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; :3 Uhh.. Scratch that drooling part, but yeah, it's just just metaphorically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From Sara's blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The 'E' of the clique. The one that teachers adore. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[Nope! I'm pretty sure Mrs Fong's not exactly fond of me. Or at least she won't be once she finds out her name's the new 'F' word. :x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; The goody, goody girl (oh well, at least in school. ;3)&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[Yup, only in school! ;)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;:D She loves the wierdest things. Such as, one night stands, flirting and bikinis. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[How is flirting and bikinis wierd? And I don't exactly love them.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;But well, I love her all the same.&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[You'd better! xD]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ;3 Like Xinyi, she has had some really rough patches and I'm so so so sorry I was in Canada at that time.&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;[I *ahem* forgive *ahem* you. lol]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; She's always there to push me back to reality whenever I drift too far from it. She is always there when I'm in need of a shoulder to cry on, literally.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; [School blouse.With councillor stripes. Wet. At the shoulder. *ahem* &gt;.&lt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; She has the most experience when it comes to relationships and is usually the one with the most rational advice. She's a good friend and I love her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From Kimmii's blog..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Evelyn is the E in the KSEXY clique.&lt;br /&gt;I knew her from Sec 1 and was kinda my best friend from Sec 1.&lt;br /&gt;Evelyn's the more rational one in the group and gives us more matured advice.&lt;br /&gt;She's the more "guai kia-ish" of the clique and has never got into any trouble with the school authorities as far as I know.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, NEVER.&lt;br /&gt;Lols.&lt;br /&gt;Sara and I don't really call her sister.. Doesn't seem right.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, she's given the title of 'aunt agony' or something.&lt;br /&gt;Ah.. Not really sure about the title =/&lt;br /&gt;Yea, we love her as Auntie Evelyn!&lt;br /&gt;Wahaha ;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[... I have nothing to say about kimmy's post. Damnit! Kimmy Kay Killed the Kick of this (K)post. :x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;_________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ahh... Wasn't that fun? XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-6255063103985827169?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/6255063103985827169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/6255063103985827169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-kay-so-i-owe-ksexy-clique-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-3663055197959783893</id><published>2009-05-23T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T00:01:32.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't know why, when or how but some time this week, I woke up and realising he's no longer on my mind. I found that I didn't like/love/hate/dislike him anymore. (I have strange relationships with people.) And I know it's taken me pretty long but here goes.. I'm &lt;strong&gt;finally&lt;/strong&gt; moving on. I'm finally going to start over. I'm going to feel the thrills, the fears and the excitment of living without some form of a memory holding me back. No more thinking that I should be feeling down 24/7. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;So she walked down the street &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;dressed, looking and feeling her best &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;knowing she made heads turn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;and basked in every minute of it.&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/36675073-3663055197959783893?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/3663055197959783893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/3663055197959783893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-know-why-when-or-how-but-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-4059128256709188905</id><published>2009-05-22T15:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T16:16:09.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need inspiration to update this blog.&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;Oh look, I just did! Yay me! -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-4059128256709188905?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/4059128256709188905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/4059128256709188905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-need-inspiration-to-update-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-8453605056806062659</id><published>2009-05-09T22:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T22:43:17.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whee..&lt;br /&gt;Finally pursuaded my mom to get me a bikini.&lt;br /&gt;See... I CAN be pursuasive. XD&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all I have to report. Ciao. lottsa lurve!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-8453605056806062659?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/8453605056806062659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/8453605056806062659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/05/whee.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-7783869831494607128</id><published>2009-05-08T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T19:46:17.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;I miss the sound of your voice&lt;br /&gt;Loudest thing in my head&lt;br /&gt;And I ache to remember&lt;br /&gt;All the violent, sweet,&lt;br /&gt;Perfect words that you said.&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/36675073-7783869831494607128?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/7783869831494607128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/7783869831494607128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-miss-sound-of-your-voice-loudest.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-5336502185835051019</id><published>2009-05-07T23:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T23:25:36.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It should be a crime to make you grow up at sixteen. Scrap that, make it fifteen.&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/36675073-5336502185835051019?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/5336502185835051019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/5336502185835051019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-should-be-crime-to-make-you-grow-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-7888159915852720979</id><published>2009-05-07T19:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T19:44:57.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gay, anti-gay, pro-gay?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am an anti-gay activist!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, maybe not an active 'activist'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fine, fine... I'm not an activist either. I just said it 'coz it's sounds more professional and you'll probably swallow whatever nonsense I'm about to write without geting indigestion.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I believe in anti-gay laws because pro-gay (did I seriously just type that? o.o)is just unfair to women. Imagine.. A girl sees this guys she really likes, goes up to him, chat with him the whole damn night and at the end of it, finds out he's gay. What a bummer. I don't get it. Why do some guys wants to get with some other guy who's probably really hairy in wierd places and will probably snore through the night?! I mean next to getting a girl, with smooth skin, luxurious hair and a soothing voice(If I were a guy I would pick the girl. No doubt about that! Eh.. And I'm still straight even though I described girls like that.), they choose furry hairballs that snore that is of course unless your girl's a furry hairball that squeaks. Maybe then, you're entitled to a choice. Then again, female furry hairballs probably already don't have guys. So anyway, why would a guy choose a guy over a girl. Beats me. It's dampens my mood even more to say that most gay men are hot. See, see.... unfair! Guys date the guys and the girls are left with second best. Damn... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ohwell, this was fun. Let's continue this another day. Ciao! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-7888159915852720979?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/7888159915852720979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/7888159915852720979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/05/gay-anti-gay-pro-gay.html' title='gay, anti-gay, pro-gay?'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-7383760118179756334</id><published>2009-04-29T16:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T16:52:58.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;flirting = good.&lt;br /&gt;Fake flirting = bad.&lt;br /&gt;Slutty flirting = OMG, put that stuff away already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~lalala... XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MYE Day 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; down&lt;br /&gt;English Compre and Maths paper two's finally over.&lt;br /&gt;But Mrs Fong mentioned that many people in our class did badly for SS.&lt;br /&gt;Damn...&lt;br /&gt;Please let it not be me. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;No exams tomorrow. Great!&lt;br /&gt;(I meant that in a totally not sarcastic way.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad's still at SGH. He's now hooked up to some machine.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, they can't find what's wrong with him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, gotta go back to completing homework. Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-7383760118179756334?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/7383760118179756334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/7383760118179756334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/04/flirting-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-4462711381049146604</id><published>2009-04-28T18:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T18:31:21.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MYE Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; down&lt;br /&gt;S.S. is finally over. Hopefully I did well.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so it's English Compre and Maths paper 2 tomorrow. Yay. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Anyway, was about to have breakfast when I got an sms from Kimmy who was stuck at Mac and it was raining heavily. She somehow got me to leave my perfectly dry house in my perfectly dry underwear into the darn wet weather which cost me my perfectly dry underwear to turn into soggy, wet and uncomfortable underwear. dang.. Anyway, I had my breakfast at Mac so I'm ultimately satisfied. ( Despite my soggy, wet and uncomfortable underwear. &gt;.&lt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Had CLB oral after school. Met Sara's special friend and by then, Sara and Kimmy probably had soggy wet uncomfortable underwear too! Yay me! &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ahh... underwear, what would we do without it? Sweet underwear... Ahh... XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I'm trading up your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;old dirty shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;for&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; lipsticks&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;mini skirts.&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/36675073-4462711381049146604?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/4462711381049146604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/4462711381049146604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/04/mye-day-2-down-s.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-1548365793748833420</id><published>2009-04-27T16:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T16:44:01.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mug Fest!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&amp;amp; it's taken me this long baby,&lt;br /&gt;but I've figured you out.&lt;br /&gt;So when you drive back round this turn again&lt;br /&gt;we'll see who'll be turning who out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Daddy's still at SGH. 3 senior doctors and they can't tell what the hell is wrong with him.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Oh ya, and I've created facebook. The boredom is killing me. So add me if I haven't added you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Gosh, I can't wait to leave this school and start dating more matured poly guys. You know what, on second though, I take that back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Maybe I should address this issue on my next blog entry. 'Why I share a love-hate relationship with all human carriers of the XY chromosome with an extra piece of flesh several inches long.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hmm.. that would be interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MYE Day One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; down&lt;br /&gt;Compo was okay. Social Studies tomorrow. Kinda scared. So, off I go to mug mug mug!&lt;br /&gt;See ya peeps in school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Oh lovely examinations, hail to thee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Mushy brains is what you make of me.&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/36675073-1548365793748833420?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/1548365793748833420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/1548365793748833420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-taken-me-this-long-baby-but-ive.html' title='Mug Fest!'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-2523646649167630755</id><published>2009-04-24T22:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T22:25:46.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best, good, bad and the worst</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Daddy called saying he's waiting for results from the cardiologist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;'Cardiologist' doesn't sound like a good sign.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I mean, if he's fine they wouldn't have refered him to the cardiologist right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He's staying at the hospital tonight and mummy will be there with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So it's just me all alone at home now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm just going to continue to cross my fingers and hope for the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-2523646649167630755?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/2523646649167630755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/2523646649167630755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/04/best-good-bad-and-worst.html' title='Best, good, bad and the worst'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-3612696563910871522</id><published>2009-04-24T20:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T20:23:34.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Received bad news on the way home from geog lesson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Daddy had three blackouts today so mummy's sending him to SGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To worried to comment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just hope everything turns out alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't know what I'll do without you.&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/36675073-3612696563910871522?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/3612696563910871522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/3612696563910871522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/04/received-bad-news-on-way-home-from-geog.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-8237994753093920116</id><published>2009-04-23T18:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T18:10:44.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Study break has started. That means no more rushing around before 6.45 every friday just to make sure I reach school before 7. That also means exams are coming. The calendar supports my claim. It's say WTF! 4 dats to Mid Year -.- diediedie... Must choing this post and change to 'nerd' mode.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-8237994753093920116?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/8237994753093920116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/8237994753093920116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/04/study-break-has-started.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-813329468170461953</id><published>2009-04-23T16:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:59:52.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyone under 13, please don't read. Yes, I'm talking about you, Jolynn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Wear these clothes, walk this way, do exactly what they say&lt;br /&gt;It's your life, but they're way, follow me it's all the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;That's it... I've figured.&lt;br /&gt;You're not desperate. &amp;amp; don't blame it on your hormones.&lt;br /&gt;You're just daft. Really dumb.&lt;br /&gt;If you were desperate, you would have stuck around no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;If you were stupid, you would go on and spoil the good thing we had.&lt;br /&gt;And... you choose the latter. So good for you.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda glad you chose not to stick around now.&lt;br /&gt;Yay me! boo you.&lt;br /&gt;Desperate would be me. Back then.&lt;br /&gt;Just wanting you to stay. heh...&lt;br /&gt;Hormones would be me...&lt;br /&gt;Ditto for puppy love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wondering how poly would be?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you just cut the crap and say it.&lt;br /&gt;You're not wondering how good the facilities are.&lt;br /&gt;Or if the lectures will be good.&lt;br /&gt;You just really want to know how many hot girl are there.&lt;br /&gt;So just stop it. 'Cause now thinking about you makes me want to hurl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it with some guys?&lt;br /&gt;It's okay to flirt. Why?&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because I'm a guy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;So it's an excuse then is it? Your gender?&lt;br /&gt;So I can say,&lt;br /&gt;"I let myself get my heart broken time and time again and still put that bloody smile back on my face." Why?&lt;br /&gt;"Cause I'm a girl."&lt;br /&gt;Oh fuck you all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I guess it ain't so bad, it was the best time that I never had&lt;br /&gt;It's my move, my say, I think I like it this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-813329468170461953?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/813329468170461953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/813329468170461953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/04/fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-6285940523491325697</id><published>2009-04-13T19:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T19:55:23.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Falling in love consist of merely uncorking the imagination and bottling the common-sense.&lt;br /&gt;-Helen Rowland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;THISBLOGPOSTISDEDICATEDTO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;XINYICAUSESHEASKEDFORIT-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;People need inspiration to blog alright?&lt;br /&gt;I know how you want more of me but a work of art takes patience time and patience. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Stupid la. I was running my shuttle run today. Guess what? I fell down. After I passed the finished line. Then I sat there for a good ten seconds laughing my ass off. Didn't notice the pain in my left foot until I started walking to the next station. Yay! -.- Still hurts damnit! :'( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;After school, when to techview with Sara and Kimmy. Read from my spanking new quote book to them. Then started talking about stuff. Shall not post about it coz it's not PG. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of course, once you've been been around the block a couple of times,&lt;br /&gt;you'll find unconditional love is a mirage.&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/36675073-6285940523491325697?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/6285940523491325697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/6285940523491325697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/04/thisblogpostisdedicatedto.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-5996279635145632824</id><published>2009-04-06T18:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T18:28:04.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;There's an awful lot of breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but I can hardly move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I'm scared,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this once in my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-5996279635145632824?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/5996279635145632824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/5996279635145632824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/04/theres-awful-lot-of-breathing-but-i-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-8935290477047744402</id><published>2009-04-06T17:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T18:05:30.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;To all the rainy days and monday blues...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321504431705642994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NluR3JEuB00/SdnIFgp7V_I/AAAAAAAABEY/w3IEj00L2fE/s400/DSC01104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NluR3JEuB00/SdnIFZc-yaI/AAAAAAAABEQ/Z3pIbhDwx8M/s1600-h/DSC01103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321504429772294562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NluR3JEuB00/SdnIFZc-yaI/AAAAAAAABEQ/Z3pIbhDwx8M/s400/DSC01103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NluR3JEuB00/SdnIFd2ZSHI/AAAAAAAABEI/e5_DFMqrRsU/s1600-h/DSC01101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321504430952630386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NluR3JEuB00/SdnIFd2ZSHI/AAAAAAAABEI/e5_DFMqrRsU/s400/DSC01101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;For all past memories gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NluR3JEuB00/SdnIFP7n0-I/AAAAAAAABEA/nlUj_qq-b8o/s1600-h/DSC00466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321504427216458722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NluR3JEuB00/SdnIFP7n0-I/AAAAAAAABEA/nlUj_qq-b8o/s400/DSC00466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; For all the days spent doing nothing at all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NluR3JEuB00/SdnIEwfUvVI/AAAAAAAABD4/CAbqT-J_jN8/s1600-h/DSC01091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321504418776268114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NluR3JEuB00/SdnIEwfUvVI/AAAAAAAABD4/CAbqT-J_jN8/s400/DSC01091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough with the emoing. Here's some new vids to watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Shan and Rozz Show: EP2 - Dr. Date&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Shan and Rozz meet a professional date doctor who helps guys score with the ladies. Dr. Date tries to get Rozz's phone number, and Shan picks up some dating tips along the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(I guess these tips could be helpful for guys?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G8wjrKz8ZKA&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G8wjrKz8ZKA&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Chick vs. Dick: EP33 - The Courage Challenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Who's braver when it comes to eating stuff like spiders, locusts, and silkworms? Will they do it or will they chicken out? Vote for who you think did better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(Do not! I repeat! Do not watch while having dinner!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Idexu_Yh5mY&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Idexu_Yh5mY&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Xiaxue's Guide To Life: EP44 - Social Etiquette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Xiaxue gets some tips on social etiquette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;( These could come in handy, I guess..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B6L85Bq0-Q4&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B6L85Bq0-Q4&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;P.S. Sara, I am not dating a teacher ever. At least not while I'm studying. Even if he's just three years older. Time to get wierd images out of your head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;P.P.S Kimmy, Stop it with the pelvis Thrust. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-8935290477047744402?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/8935290477047744402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/8935290477047744402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-all-rainy-days-and-monday-blues.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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/_NluR3JEuB00/SdnIFgp7V_I/AAAAAAAABEY/w3IEj00L2fE/s72-c/DSC01104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-6244059183973102104</id><published>2009-04-02T16:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T17:24:19.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mothballs- That all I can smell at home right now. Why is it called mothballs anyway? Mom says it to drive moths away. But she didn't put up a very good argument. So, not convincing enough for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Anyway, school. Mr Lai has gone off to start NS. How sad. I feel wierd calling someone barely 3 years older than me Mr &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt;. Let's just call him Desmond. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm still not convinced 'it' is a woman. So I'm going to continue calling 'it' it. Geddit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&amp;amp; crap! Mid year exam starts in three weeks! Time to chiong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oh ya, from now on, I'm Piggy, Sara is Zhu, Kimmy is BaJie and Rosi's Barbie. Don't ask, long story. I can write an entire novel with that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Best question answered by a teacher this week (So far.) :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Why is the reproductive system of a woman so difficult to memorise?( some boy in my class)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;'Coz women are complex creatures. ( Miss Lenny) &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is for the simple need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is for the Ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is just to mark the spot &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'cuz that's what you really want&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Whee... :)&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/36675073-6244059183973102104?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/6244059183973102104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/6244059183973102104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/04/mothballs-that-all-i-can-smell-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-1006287283310087681</id><published>2009-03-30T16:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T16:28:51.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Time is a teacher who's taught me well&lt;br /&gt;The loser is the one who cries&lt;br /&gt;And when you've cried like a baby and you've hurt like hell&lt;br /&gt;You know the devil by the look in his eyes&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/36675073-1006287283310087681?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/1006287283310087681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/1006287283310087681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/03/time-is-teacher-oh-and-its-taught-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-2277487056758237997</id><published>2009-03-27T21:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T12:44:46.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Realised my blog is super boring. I wouldn't even read it if I were you. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get some pics, vids, crap will also do. &gt;.&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;We have a new temporary Chemistry teacher who has a short tongue and speaks wierd, Mr Low. And there's a teacher who dresses like a guy and accessorises like a woman. Yup. People in my class have been referring to her( yup, 'it' is a 'she'. That is according to Miss Oh.) as 'IT' since we couldn't come to a conclusion. &gt;.&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Anyway, I wasted 2 perfectly good hours today. Shouldn't have gone for the Speech day rehersal at all. All of the councillors were told to come and all we did was sit on the chair and talk. -.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Oh, and Pat Jon was carrying a dead sucker fish from a science project with him just now. PJ, Miss Faizal and his group mates were supposed to bury it somewhere in the school after the rehersal. So that fish is going to haunt all the puddles around our school? I guess we'll see. (".) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;And tomorrow's speech day duty + fiesta + staying back to redo missing physics praticals -groans- Well, at least I find Physics praticals easy. Luckily they're not Chemistry praticals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Well, that's alot to get through. So here's two vids to watch. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Chick vs. Dick: EP32 - The Prata Challenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paul and Kay Kay have a go at making crispy chocolate roti prata, but they soon find out that it isn't as easy as it looks!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pgy-taSGGvQ&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pgy-taSGGvQ&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Xiaxue's Guide To Life: EP43 - Online Dating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Xiaxue teaches you how to find love on the Internet, and shows you her very own personal dating video! &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(Well, don't take this seriously and come complaining to me. 'Coz I'm telling you now, it probably won't work. :x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EAtCLtrMjm4&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EAtCLtrMjm4&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;The Shan and Rozz Show: EP1 - CLEO Bachelors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Shan and Rozz drop by the CLEO 50 Most Eligible Bachelors competition to chat with some of the guys. Shan faces off with the winner in an abs showdown, while Rozz just wants to take him home. (The winner, not Shan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Hey Sara, remember the cleo mag I brought to one of Mrs Fong's night lessons? Looks like my hot guy ended up willing 1st place. ;p)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1CxXhPTH1ro&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1CxXhPTH1ro&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;亲爱的我的温柔你怎么记得住,&lt;br /&gt;从来没有在你面前哭...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-2277487056758237997?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/2277487056758237997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/2277487056758237997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-3720173288062119663</id><published>2009-03-25T16:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T15:38:21.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well, I'm bored and Sara made me do this. Grr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write the names of 16 friends you can think in ur mind.And then answer the questions, say you're guessing if you don't know.But at least guess on all of them.After doing this, tag 21 unlucky friends to do the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Rosiana&lt;br /&gt;2.ChenHua&lt;br /&gt;3.ChuenHeng&lt;br /&gt;4.Genevive&lt;br /&gt;5.Sara&lt;br /&gt;6.LeeCheng&lt;br /&gt;7.WeiSheng&lt;br /&gt;8.YuSheng&lt;br /&gt;9.Zaman&lt;br /&gt;10.Elonah&lt;br /&gt;11.YongFu&lt;br /&gt;12.Jolynn&lt;br /&gt;13.WeiJie&lt;br /&gt;14.XinYi&lt;br /&gt;15.Chanel&lt;br /&gt;16.JianYu&lt;br /&gt;17.ZhiXiong&lt;br /&gt;18. ShengHui&lt;br /&gt;19. Kimmy&lt;br /&gt;20.HuiJuan&lt;br /&gt;21.RuiQin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm.. Names are in no particular order. That was done on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How do i meet 7? (WeiSheng)&lt;br /&gt;School?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What would u do if u and 15 had never met? (Chanel)&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Hainan trip would have been boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What would you do if 20 and 1 dated? (HuiJuan and Rosiana)&lt;br /&gt;Erm... I don't see it happening in the near future. Probably not ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have u seen 17 cried? (ZhiXiong)&lt;br /&gt;Awkward question. But no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Would 4 &amp;amp; 16 Make a good couple? (Genevive and JianYu)&lt;br /&gt;Erm.. no? They don't know each other. &amp;amp; it would be plain wierd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do u think 11 is attractive? (YongFu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cough-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be safest for me to say that I have no comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt; 8. When the last time i talked to 9? (Zaman) A long time ago? :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What language does 8 speaks? (YuSheng)&lt;br /&gt;English, Chinese, Singlish, Fishish? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Who is 13 going out with? (WeiJie)&lt;br /&gt;Try asking him maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Would u ever date with 17? (ZhiXiong)&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have to answer this do I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Where does 18 live? (ShengHui)&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a stalker. So I don't know. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is the best thing about 4? (Genevive)&lt;br /&gt;I can talk to her about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What would u like to tell 10 right now? (Elonah)&lt;br /&gt;Please, I'm begging you. No more hugs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What's the best thing about 20? (HuiJuan)&lt;br /&gt;She's my best BUDDY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Have i ever kiss 2?(ChenHua)&lt;br /&gt;.. -.- Eh. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What is the best memory you have of 5? (Sara)&lt;br /&gt;Letmesee... This was this time when.. and this other time we... and then she..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. When is the next time u will be seeing 4? (Genevive)&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea. Soon, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. How is 7 different from 6? (WeiSheng, LeeCheng)&lt;br /&gt;Erm.. Let me tell you what's similar. It's easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're both boys. The similiarities more or less stops there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Is 2 pretty? (ChenHua)&lt;br /&gt;-cough-Ya, very -cough- pretty. &gt;.&lt; 21. What is the first impression of 15? (Chanel) Very bubbly. 22. How did you meet 3? (ChuenHeng) School. 23. Is 15 one of your best friends? (Chanel) Not quite. 24. Do u hate 12? (Jolynn) She's my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She irritates me and I irritate her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's our job but we'll never hate each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Have u seen 18 in the last month? (ShengHui)&lt;br /&gt;No. Couldn't make it for the last get-together. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. When was the last time u saw 16? (JianYu)&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday. I seriously didn't see him for the whole day. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Have u been to 5's house? (Sara)&lt;br /&gt;No. Funny. We were talking about it just now. &amp;amp; the clique's at her place now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. When's is the next time u will see 10? (Elonah)&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Are u close to 11? (YongFu)&lt;br /&gt;Depends. He hasn't been returning my smses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cough-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Have u been to the movie with 4? (Genevive)&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Have u gotten any trouble with 8? (YuSheng)&lt;br /&gt;Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Will u give 19 a hug? (Kimmy)&lt;br /&gt;Yup. Hug her every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. When have u lied to 3? (ChuenHeng)&lt;br /&gt;Who are you? my mother?! o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Is 11 good in socializing? (YongFu)&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuch with the idea that the piano is his best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Do u have know a secret about 8? (YuSheng)&lt;br /&gt;Yup... He's a -lowers voice- pervert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, that's no secret. &gt;.&lt; 36. Describle the relationship between 12 &amp;amp; 18? (Jolynn and ShengHui) They don't know each other. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know something I don't? o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. What's the best thing about ur friendship with 9? (Zaman)&lt;br /&gt;He's my right chopstick, I'm his left. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. What's the worst thing about 6? (LeeCheng)&lt;br /&gt;The fact that he's officially taller than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Have u ever have a crush with 12? (Jolynn)&lt;br /&gt;Erm... SHE's my COUSIN. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. How long have u know 2? (ChenHua)&lt;br /&gt;Since sec 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Does 11 Have any boyfriend or girlfriend? (YongFu)&lt;br /&gt;No. Not that I know of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Have u ever wanted to punch 1 in the face? (Rosiana)&lt;br /&gt;No? o.o Why would I do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Has 21 meet ur parents (RuiQin)&lt;br /&gt;Yup. Many times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. How did you meet 11? (YongFu)&lt;br /&gt;Suntertainment. Some carnival thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Did u ever accidently physically hurt 3? (ChuenHeng)&lt;br /&gt;Erm... No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Do u live close to 7? (WeiSheng)&lt;br /&gt;Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. What's 8 Favourite food? (YuSheng)&lt;br /&gt;Ask him maybe? o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. What kind of car does 1 have?(Rosiana)&lt;br /&gt;Last time I checked, she doesn't drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Have u travelled anyway with 9? (Zaman)&lt;br /&gt;Yup! Hainan!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. If 14 have $100, what would he/she spend it on? (XinYi)&lt;br /&gt;Easy one! Food. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew, finally done! Yay, I'm free!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-3720173288062119663?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/3720173288062119663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/3720173288062119663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/03/well-im-bored-and-sara-made-me-do-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-5076315568561072056</id><published>2009-03-23T15:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T15:55:34.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Funny how everyone wants time to stop so badly. Sara, Kimmy, Rosi and I were talking about it at PE today. I wanted time to stop so much yesterday just so that I could pretend today wouldn't come so I would not have to face facts. Anyway, I'm ranting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, it's the first day of school. So it's pretty much back to business with everything. So now what? Back to studying like our lives depend on it. Kinda true since it's the O'level year and O'level affects your future and blah blah blah. I have nothing much to talk about so lets leave it at that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I seem to have lost my inspiration somewhere along the way.&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/36675073-5076315568561072056?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/5076315568561072056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/5076315568561072056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/03/funny-how-everyone-wants-time-to-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-267782565419191148</id><published>2009-03-19T16:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T16:29:54.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Boys are Jerks. &amp;amp; that's jerks with a capital 'J'. Some a little more than others, some a little less. But they're still jerks. They have all been some point in their life. It's embeded into their DNA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My new thesis is that all guys have an extra gene that makes them jerks. The other thing about it is that it reduces the average male lifespan. Which is why the average female lives longer than the average male. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yup. I should totally win a nobel prize for this. Jerks..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-267782565419191148?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/267782565419191148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/267782565419191148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/03/boys-are-jerks.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-4003058606127154792</id><published>2009-03-14T13:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T14:24:37.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gawd! What is it? 31weeks till O's? Gosh. &amp;amp; my results are like whoa.. And not in the good way. Evelyn just doesn't fail english. Never. In. My. Entire. 15. Years. On. Earth. Anyway, this week's dedicated to everything related to studying. What can I say? I certainly don't like it. Who does?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Ravin came back to school yesterday. Just to guai lan the teachers and students. But he had to leave soon after. I miss my seniors. That aside, Kimmy was having NPCC camp. Joined her group for a while after night lesson. Then joined Raiyan's in singing. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished I had joined NPCC now. Too late to regret. I'm stepping down from CCA anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Anyway, Ciao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Once again Sara, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'll rather die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; than be a housewife and there's no why to it.&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/36675073-4003058606127154792?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/4003058606127154792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/4003058606127154792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/03/gawd-what-is-it-31weeks-till-os-gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-5869061364510696345</id><published>2009-03-09T17:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T17:43:34.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Is it just me or do I have really horny friends? ".)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Yup, I have really horny friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;:X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Warning! Horny post up ahead! Do not read or you'll be emotionally scarred for life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I told you not to read didn't I? -.-&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, about today,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After school, I went to techview with Sara, Rosi, Kimmy and Elonah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Started talking about wierd stuff like...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Boys? Gays? Boys and their penises? o.o &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ya, if you don't want to know, don't ask.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On second thought, don't ask at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Actually, Elonah did most of the talking while the rest of us were laughing like retards. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then she started telling us that chinese guys have small dicks. o.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Suddenly, Rosi shouted over to Wee Keong who was seated some distance away from us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Wee Keong, don't be sad that you're so small".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He gave that really blur look then Elonah shouted "Your dick lar!" :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So yup, once again for the record, I have horny friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;_________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Walking in the rain till you're soaked is fun. Maybe I'll fall ill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crazy is what crazy do,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;crazy in love, crazy for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-5869061364510696345?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/5869061364510696345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/5869061364510696345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/03/is-it-just-me-or-do-i-have-really-horny.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-5491541412467315014</id><published>2009-03-05T17:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T17:44:48.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recently, Kimberly has kindly included me in one of her blog entries. I've decided to return the favour. I've traded up her old fashioned bio to how her resume would look like when she was applying for the position of being moi's lady-in-waiting. &gt;.&lt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Name: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kimberly Ng&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;AKA (affectionally known as): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kimmy, Kimmykins, Kimmyberly. Kim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Gender: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Female&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Occupation: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Student/ &lt;strong&gt;Stripper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Bio: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hopeless non-virgin hongster&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;laughing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;being elated&lt;/strong&gt; is done so often that it has been coded in her DNA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She has an &lt;strong&gt;affinity with bubble tea&lt;/strong&gt; as it always finds a way onto her clothes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The little epiphanies she gets may seem &lt;strong&gt;queer&lt;/strong&gt; and on some occasions, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a little &lt;strong&gt;kinky&lt;/strong&gt; but you'll get used to it in time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Such epiphanies usually led back to laughing and being elated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She absolubly adores Evelyn and kisses her ass first thing every morning. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee... I had fun! Maybe I'll do it again. Just about other people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm already thinking about my next target! Muahahahaha!&gt;.&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was just the teaser, if you want to watch it, go to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.clicknetwork.tv/watch.aspx?c=1&amp;amp;p=13"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;http://www.clicknetwork.tv/watch.aspx?c=1&amp;amp;p=13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't embed it on my blog anymore cause it's now uploaded only on clicknetwork.tv not youtube anymore. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-5491541412467315014?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/5491541412467315014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/5491541412467315014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/03/recently-kimberly-has-kindly-included.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-909933034950315457</id><published>2009-02-27T21:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T22:43:57.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lyrics for the broken heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Girls... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Well, sometimes we just need something to get sad over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Or at least I do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;So here goes... Lyrics for the broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;ya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I can hear rain coming like a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;serenade of sound&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Life in Technicolour, Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I'm sinking slowly&lt;br /&gt;So hurry &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hold me&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hand&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;is all I have to keep me hanging on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please can you tell me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;So I can finally see&lt;br /&gt;Where you go when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;-All You Wanted, Michelle Branch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So please tell me &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why don't you come around no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Cause right now I'm &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dying outside the door of your loving store&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Game Of Love, Michelle Branch Feat. Santana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I remember the stupid things&lt;br /&gt;The mood rings, the bracelets with the beads&lt;br /&gt;Nickels and dimes, yours and mine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cash in all your dreams?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;You don't dream for me, no&lt;br /&gt;You don't dream for me, no&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; I still feel you pulsing like a sonar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;From the days in the waves&lt;br /&gt;-Never Let You Go, Third Eye Blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I cannot believe the way I fell for it&lt;br /&gt;I was a fool to buy all the lies you sold me&lt;br /&gt;-Drip Drop, Vanessa Anne Hudgens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Goodbye to everything &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I thought I knew&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;You were the one I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;loved&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the one thing that I tried to hold onto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-Goodbye to you, Michelle Branch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I can't explain this feeling&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;think about it everyday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though we've moved on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;It gets so hard to walk away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...The things we did&lt;br /&gt;The way we shared our fantasies&lt;br /&gt;Just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you and me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends, my love, my family&lt;br /&gt;-Walk Away (Remember Me), Paula DeAnda Feat. The Dey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;tell myself that i'll be fine without ya,&lt;br /&gt;but i would die if i was not around ya,&lt;br /&gt;and i can try to convince you i don't need to be with you,&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my only thoughts are thoughts about ya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;-Stuck With Each Other, Shontelle Feat. Akon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gravity must have forgotten to pull me back to Earth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-909933034950315457?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/909933034950315457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/909933034950315457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/02/lyrics-for-broken-heart.html' title='lyrics for the broken heart'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-4050125472881153700</id><published>2009-02-25T17:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T18:07:30.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here's to the top most irritating song on my list that is stuck in my head. 'The DNA song' that we were forced to endure during Bio lesson by Lenny. Which my classmates happily turned into a sing-a-long session. Kudos to inventor of the DNA song. -.-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uuYvtgkNfM4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uuYvtgkNfM4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Will you remember me?"&lt;br /&gt;You ask me as I leave&lt;br /&gt;"Remember what I said?"&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how could I&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how could I forget?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're one mistake from being together&lt;br /&gt;But let's not ask why it's not right&lt;br /&gt;You won't be seventeen forever&lt;br /&gt;And we can get away with this tonight......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Old habits die hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Don't say I didn't warn you I wasn't going to stay the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&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/36675073-4050125472881153700?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/4050125472881153700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/4050125472881153700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/02/heres-to-top-most-irritating-song-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-4927730318711726812</id><published>2009-02-21T13:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T13:28:24.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Whee... So I'm home!&lt;br /&gt;Had Chem and Physics this morning.&lt;br /&gt;Then went to mac to study with ShiQi.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Kimmy, Sara and Rosi that I didn't join you guys at KFC to eat..&lt;br /&gt;I just can't study around you guys 'coz I'm having too much fun.&lt;br /&gt;I'll make it up to you kays? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Anyway, I got the Jack and Rai album I wanted so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; no, I didn't go all the way to the esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;Found it at gramaphone.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky me! ;)&lt;br /&gt;It's called ' In Stores Now! '&lt;br /&gt;with the exclaimation mark and all.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda wierd name for an album don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's part of the sales gimmick (Is that spelt right?)and all.&lt;br /&gt;Ohoh! &amp;amp; I have, a new found respect for magnets.&lt;br /&gt;Especially bar magnets. lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&amp;amp; I've found this site through nuff nang. I think it's pretty cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's about the lives of these 4 friends and it's kinda like reading a blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So for those who like blog surfing and reading about other peoples' lives,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You'll enjoy this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.notsosecretlives.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;http://www.notsosecretlives.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You killed the situation,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but the situation ain't dead.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-4927730318711726812?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/4927730318711726812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/4927730318711726812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/02/whee.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-9077305875383796183</id><published>2009-02-19T15:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T17:44:10.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WB, E</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've decided. I'm over what &lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt; over. It's &lt;strong&gt;his&lt;/strong&gt; loss. Not mine. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have no reason to be tripping and crying my heart out. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What happens after, well, happens. And that's that. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got past this once, I'll get pass it once more. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe a few more but heck, that's life. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; this's how things revolve around here. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm making a move on my life. &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So, E's back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With an upgrade. The next time he see me, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he's going to be the one tripping. Not me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not any longer. 'Coz it's &lt;strong&gt;not worth my time&lt;/strong&gt; anymore..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past all that, I've decided I don't like Miss Faizal. I don't like the way she talks to my class like as if we're dumb. &amp;amp; her sarcasm is not appreciated thank-you very much. As much as I hate to, I'll admit that she's a better teacher than Mr Lau. Or maybe it's because I've alway been good at 'sound waves'. I remember most of my work from sec 2. So I guess I'll just have to wait and see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm estatic that my grade are all improving greatly. Most of my test so far have been A's. So that's good. XD But then, I've failed/ almost failed english this term. Damn.. What's happening now?! Gosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We think you're a joke,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;shove your hope where it don't shine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-9077305875383796183?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/9077305875383796183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/9077305875383796183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/02/wb-e.html' title='WB, E'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-5252472448861558945</id><published>2009-02-16T19:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T19:11:40.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FYI, 'Dan' officially sucks, 'Serena' and 'Blair' are the best in the world!&lt;br /&gt;ya? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, I'm going to have so much fun at Ngee Ann I can't wait! ;p&lt;br /&gt;I'ma have the time of my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-5252472448861558945?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/5252472448861558945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/5252472448861558945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/02/fyi-dan-officially-sucks-serena-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-6423093773337482937</id><published>2009-02-15T14:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T14:54:47.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've decided! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Ngee Ann Poly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'s where I'm going to be in a year.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'll be doing one of these courses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-Business Studies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-International Business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-Business &amp;amp; Social Enterprise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-Clean Energy Management&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's going to make me change my mind!&lt;br /&gt;Guess that means I'll be aiming for JC's cutoff.&lt;br /&gt;Whee!!! Sec four is going to be so much fun filled with studying!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yay!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-6423093773337482937?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/6423093773337482937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/6423093773337482937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-decided-ngee-ann-poly-s-where-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-5736645095744052656</id><published>2009-02-13T22:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T22:36:41.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hey Stephen- Taylor Swift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Hey Stephen, I know looks can be deceiving&lt;br /&gt;But I know &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I saw a light in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;And as we walked we were talking&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;didn't say half the things I wanted to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Of all the girls tossing rocks at your window&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the one &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;waiting there even when it's cold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Stephen, boy, you might have me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;believing&lt;br /&gt;I don't always have to be alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'Cause I can't help it if you look like an angel&lt;br /&gt;Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain so&lt;br /&gt;Come feel this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;magic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I've been feeling &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;since I met you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't help it if there's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;no one else&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, I can't help myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Hey Stephen, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been holding back this feeling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got some things to say to you&lt;br /&gt;I've seen it all, so I thought&lt;br /&gt;But I never seen &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nobody shine the way you do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The way you walk, way you talk, way you say my name&lt;br /&gt;It's beautiful, wonderful, don't you ever change&lt;br /&gt;Hey Stephen, why are people always leaving?&lt;br /&gt;I think you and I should stay the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'Cause I can't help it if you look like an angel&lt;br /&gt;Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain so&lt;br /&gt;Come feel this magic I've been feeling since I met you&lt;br /&gt;Can't help it if there's no one else&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, I can't help myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;They're dimming the street lights, you're perfect for me&lt;br /&gt;Why aren't you here tonight?&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting alone now, so come on and come out&lt;br /&gt;And pull me near and shine, shine, shine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Hey Stephen, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could give you fifty reasons&lt;br /&gt;Why I should be the one you choose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;All those other girls, well, they're beautiful&lt;br /&gt;But would they write a song for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I can't help it if you look like an angel&lt;br /&gt;Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain so&lt;br /&gt;Come feel this magic I've been feeling since I met you&lt;br /&gt;Can't help it if there's no one else&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, I can't help myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;If you look like an angel&lt;br /&gt;Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain so&lt;br /&gt;Come feel this magic I've been feeling since I met you&lt;br /&gt;Can't help it if there's no one else&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, I can't help myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Myself&lt;br /&gt;Can't help myself&lt;br /&gt;I can't help myself&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm reverting back to happy. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&amp;amp; it's not for you.&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/36675073-5736645095744052656?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/5736645095744052656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/5736645095744052656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/02/hey-stephen-taylor-swift-hey-stephen-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-7779212531681350444</id><published>2009-02-12T16:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T16:41:56.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mr Lau's not going to teach my class physics anymore.&lt;br /&gt;He's being replaced with Ms Faizah. Whoever that is.&lt;br /&gt;I probably won't miss him teaching but I'll miss him.&lt;br /&gt;Ya, I know. I haven't even graduated yet.&lt;br /&gt;But still.. :(&lt;br /&gt;Today was his last official lesson with us.&lt;br /&gt;He didn't even tell us until lesson was over.&lt;br /&gt;Some people actually cried when he broke the news.&lt;br /&gt;Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I'll still be able to see him around school.&lt;br /&gt;So let's lighten the mood.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy! I'm over PMS-ing.&lt;br /&gt;lol... Yup, so I'm back to normal. XD&lt;br /&gt;That probably means extra high though...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I bet you can't find my music player!&lt;br /&gt;Too bad! But I just realised something.&lt;br /&gt;If you can't find the player, you can't pause the music to watch videos I put up.&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell, too bad!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and if any of you lil' peeps go to the Esplanade by any chance,&lt;br /&gt;tell me, kay?&lt;br /&gt;I want to get a CD. By these two guys, Jack and Rai (pronounced as Ray/Rei)&lt;br /&gt;It's only sold at the Esplanade giftshop.&lt;br /&gt;What kind of logic is that? -.-&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, tell me if you're going to the Esplanade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, updates about from my super short hair.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to make having super-short ponytails the next big thing. XD&lt;br /&gt;Nah. Not really. But I've got an almost non-existant ponytail now.&lt;br /&gt;Enough said about my hair. lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, Dawn's here, so gotta go! Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-7779212531681350444?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/7779212531681350444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/7779212531681350444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/02/mr-laus-not-going-to-teach-my-class.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-981065218189385004</id><published>2009-02-09T17:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T18:46:47.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY SWEET SIXTEEN RUI QIN!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;OMGOMGOMG&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to cry.&lt;br /&gt;Argh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;There goes my hair.&lt;br /&gt;My hair is now f**king short.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I bet I can pass off as a boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I swear I'll cry.&lt;br /&gt;Toopid hairdresser. T.T&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness phototaking was before I had it cut.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind... One month and it'll all be back.&lt;br /&gt;To normal at least..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Wish everything in life was that easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;still &lt;em&gt;miss&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&amp;amp; what do &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;do now since thoughts of &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;that refuse to evade &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are turning to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;insomnia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;My&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;defence is now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#9999ff;"&gt;paper-thin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;from being tired of wishing &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you're&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; still here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Still, if &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;had &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; turn back time&lt;/em&gt; and make &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; change your mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Can it still work now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; did something that messed &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; up good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and rendered &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; helpless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; can't do anything without being reminded of &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; think &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;fine, &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; know &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; won't hate &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; never did. &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; can't..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; won't &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; though,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; hate how &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;you've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; got &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;'Coz &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; can't do a thing to get out of this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;tears&lt;/em&gt; keep welling up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;but &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; never &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;All in three month's time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;probably be much better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;That's still no consolation here and now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;can still remember &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;every little thing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you've&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ever said to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&amp;amp; it's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;resonating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; deep in &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; head and won't &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;go away&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; not looking for &lt;em&gt;fair&lt;/em&gt;. Not even &lt;em&gt;close&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; can't keep&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;pretending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; fine now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;'Coz &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; feel like &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; headed for a &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#9999ff;"&gt;breakdown&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; don't even know &lt;em&gt;why&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;know right now &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;don't care&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; do. It's &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; heart on the line &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;this time&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;come back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAH HUMBUG!&lt;/strong&gt; :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nobody..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wants to be &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lonely&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; exception.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-981065218189385004?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/981065218189385004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/981065218189385004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/02/omgomgomg-im-going-to-cry.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-3202431986620097177</id><published>2009-02-08T14:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T14:57:05.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;These..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;walls..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;around..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Jericho..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;will..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;fall!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'm still messed up okay? Sorry Sara that I've seemed pissed/ emo/ sad sometimes. Ya, It's still the same reason. I'll be fine I promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Shyt.. these cuts are deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BITE ME! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dare ya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I can change everything,&lt;br /&gt;But I can't change anything.&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/36675073-3202431986620097177?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/3202431986620097177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/3202431986620097177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/02/these.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-6897093039943319252</id><published>2009-02-06T16:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T17:27:22.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am basically bored...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Besides your mouth, where is your favourite spot to get kissed?&lt;br /&gt;My Arse =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Were you happy when you woke up today?&lt;br /&gt;I guess so. Was too sleepy to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How about now?&lt;br /&gt;Yup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you eat candy on a daily basis?&lt;br /&gt;No. But if you could give moi a pack of M&amp;amp;Ms everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who was the last person you ate with?&lt;br /&gt;Sara and Kimmy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Are you currently taking a science class in school?&lt;br /&gt;DUH!! Triple science! Hello!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Kiss on the first date?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe. Would depend on how the date when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Would you rather have chicken or steak?&lt;br /&gt;Chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What were you doing at 10 am?&lt;br /&gt;Would be sleeping but no... I have school.&lt;br /&gt;I was in geog lesson. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Are you different now than you were six months ago?&lt;br /&gt;I guess you can say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What was the last beverage you spilled on yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Can I change this question to the last thing I've spilled on Kimmy?&lt;br /&gt;It would be tom yam soup. lol...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; it isn't the 1st thing I've spilled on her. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How old will you be in 10 months?&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Sixteen yea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Who was the last person to text you?&lt;br /&gt;My cousin, Jolynn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What month is your birthday in?&lt;br /&gt;Octobert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Can you live a day without TV?&lt;br /&gt;Yup... Don't watch much TV anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. When was the last time you saw your dad?&lt;br /&gt;Last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. How many pets do you have?&lt;br /&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Are you a female or a male?&lt;br /&gt;The last time I checked, female. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you prefer shoes, socks, or bare feet?&lt;br /&gt;Bare feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What are you doing for your next birthday?&lt;br /&gt;Erm... Studying for my O's? lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What are you thinking about right now?&lt;br /&gt;How to answer this question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Any plans for next weekend?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. next weekend is valentine's day eh...&lt;br /&gt;Nah... Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you smile a lot?&lt;br /&gt;Not as much as I used to... But still, ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. When was the last time you cried and why?&lt;br /&gt;Erm... Couple of days back. Don't think I really need to say why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Have you ever had a life-threatening injury?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;Human resource manager or...&lt;br /&gt;A SUPERSTAR! lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you like flying or driving?&lt;br /&gt;Driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you know how to drive a stick shift?&lt;br /&gt;Say what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What is your favourite thing to spend money on?&lt;br /&gt;Food!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you wear any jewelry daily?&lt;br /&gt;No...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Who got you the jewelry you are currently wearing?&lt;br /&gt;Do Earring Studs count? I bought them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Who is the funniest person you know?&lt;br /&gt;Irdina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. How often do you remember your dreams?&lt;br /&gt;Close to never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What is your ringtone?&lt;br /&gt;No ringtone. Sorry to say. :(&lt;br /&gt;Phone's on silent 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;EVELYN's DOING HER BEST TO WAIT PATIENLY FOR &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;MONDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; TO COME.&lt;br /&gt;I need a haircut you see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bite me! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-6897093039943319252?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/6897093039943319252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/6897093039943319252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-basically-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-7883473371517471071</id><published>2009-02-05T16:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T17:45:26.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hope dangles on a string,&lt;br /&gt;like slow spinning redemption.&lt;br /&gt;Winding in and winding out,&lt;br /&gt;the shine of it has caught my eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'sup? I'm back!!&lt;br /&gt;Ya... Well, ignore that possibly emo verse at the top ya?&lt;br /&gt;'coz I'm anything but that!&lt;br /&gt;At least that's what I think.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's beside my point...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TUESDAY&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had cl'b. So naturally, I went for cl'b. Being the good student I am. XD Anyway, our class got split into two. So now, I'm with Sara while Kimmy's with Maria. Sad eh? Anyway, where I was sitting, I had to turn my head to talk to Sara. So, I did... And there were these three boys from temasek secondary sitting strategicly in my view when I turn to look at Sara. Then we had project work. Had to present. So it was those three guys' turn. While walking by us, one of them said to his friend, "why does that girl keep staring at me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.- Zzz.... BHB. Like I would stare at him. He wasn't even hot. Just really tall. If I want to stare at least stare at his friend right? All better-looking than him. -.- So while I was bitching to Sara, that BHB Temasek Sec boy keep talking to his friend about me. Walao... Oh, then Sara, Kimmy and I ended taking the same bus as them. So suay. Don't feel like going CL'B anymore. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;WEDNESDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Assembly- Mr Yeo announcing sport results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Softball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bedok North beat TEMASEK SECONDARY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Yay!!!! XD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Damn it! I'm down for physic remedial. Thanks alot mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ohwell... -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Cry, but don't tell anyone.&lt;br /&gt;scared you might not be the golden one.&lt;br /&gt;All tied together with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;But coming undone.&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/36675073-7883473371517471071?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/7883473371517471071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/7883473371517471071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/02/hope-dangles-on-string-like-slow.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-7497399710336859452</id><published>2009-02-01T14:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T14:13:01.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Ah.. there goes my saturdays...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NluR3JEuB00/SYU7-L52NSI/AAAAAAAABDg/rX5PooHgj3I/s1600-h/DSC01076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297706476204602658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NluR3JEuB00/SYU7-L52NSI/AAAAAAAABDg/rX5PooHgj3I/s400/DSC01076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NluR3JEuB00/SYU7-EE35rI/AAAAAAAABDY/rOmMi4jsAXE/s1600-h/DSC01074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297706474103367346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NluR3JEuB00/SYU7-EE35rI/AAAAAAAABDY/rOmMi4jsAXE/s400/DSC01074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NluR3JEuB00/SYU7-PBMzaI/AAAAAAAABDQ/8KVaKoZeWo0/s1600-h/DSC01072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297706477040749986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NluR3JEuB00/SYU7-PBMzaI/AAAAAAAABDQ/8KVaKoZeWo0/s400/DSC01072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-7497399710336859452?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/7497399710336859452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/7497399710336859452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/02/ah.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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/_NluR3JEuB00/SYU7-L52NSI/AAAAAAAABDg/rX5PooHgj3I/s72-c/DSC01076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-2682015015986698235</id><published>2009-01-31T11:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T11:59:34.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo! Me again! Ok, so I just got home from Chemistry lesson. Yup, it's a saturday. You're not wrong. From this week onwards, 4E is going to spend 2 hours of their weekend stuck in BNSS with Mdm Haliza. Great way to start the weekend eh? Well, there goes two perfectly good hours of sleep. Anyway, Evelyn is now going to proceed to lead her double life. For I proclaim that on the weekends, she's not Evelyn any more! Well, I'll always be Evelyn... but! Evelyn shall now be super nerd on weekends!!! lol... I'm serious though... Well, gotta go! Time to be super nerd! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;you know you love me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-2682015015986698235?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/2682015015986698235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/2682015015986698235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/01/yo-me-again-ok-so-i-just-got-home-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-6547388781005514270</id><published>2009-01-27T01:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T01:07:03.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fifteen...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Fifteen-Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You take a deep breath and you walk through the doors&lt;br /&gt;It's the morning of your very first day&lt;br /&gt;You say hi to your friends you ain't seen in a while&lt;br /&gt;Try and stay out of everybody's way&lt;br /&gt;It's your freshman year and you're gonna be here&lt;br /&gt;For the next four years in this town&lt;br /&gt;Hoping one of those senior boys will wink at you and say&lt;br /&gt;You know I haven't seen you around, before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when you're fifteen and&lt;br /&gt;Somebody tells you they love you&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna believe them&lt;br /&gt;And when you're fifteen feeling like&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing to figure out&lt;br /&gt;But count to ten, take it in&lt;br /&gt;This is life before you know&lt;br /&gt;Who you're gonna be&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sit in a class next to a redheaded Abigail&lt;br /&gt;And soon enough you're best friends&lt;br /&gt;Laughing at the others girls&lt;br /&gt;Who think they're so cool&lt;br /&gt;We'll be out of here as soon as we can&lt;br /&gt;And then you're on you're very first date&lt;br /&gt;And he's got a car and you're feeling like flying&lt;br /&gt;And you're mamma's waiting up and you're thinking he's the one&lt;br /&gt;And you're dancing 'round your room when the night ends&lt;br /&gt;When the night ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when you're fifteen and&lt;br /&gt;Somebody tells you they love you&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna believe them&lt;br /&gt;When you're fifteen and your first kiss&lt;br /&gt;Makes you head spin 'round but&lt;br /&gt;In your life you'll do things greater&lt;br /&gt;Than dating the boy on the football team&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't know it at fifteen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all you wanted&lt;br /&gt;Was to be wanted&lt;br /&gt;Wish you could go back&lt;br /&gt;And tell yourself what you know now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then I swore I was gonna&lt;br /&gt;Marry him someday&lt;br /&gt;But I realized some bigger dreams of mine&lt;br /&gt;And Abigail gave everything she had to a boy&lt;br /&gt;Who changed his mind&lt;br /&gt;And we both cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when you're fifteen and somebody tells you they love you&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna believe them&lt;br /&gt;And when you're fifteen, don't forget to look before you fall&lt;br /&gt;I've found time can heal most anything&lt;br /&gt;And you just might find who you're supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know who I was supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;At fifteen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la la la la la...la la la la la...la la la la la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your very first day&lt;br /&gt;Take a deep breath girl&lt;br /&gt;Take a deep breath as you walk through the doors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh,&lt;br /&gt;this is everything I probably have done&lt;br /&gt;except I wasn't exactly fifteen at the start of my story..&lt;br /&gt;13 maybe?&lt;br /&gt;But the song ends where I'm... well, fifteen?&lt;br /&gt;Gosh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-6547388781005514270?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/6547388781005514270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/6547388781005514270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/01/fifteen.html' title='Fifteen...'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-8746102267238585476</id><published>2009-01-25T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T01:00:45.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;needs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;an&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UPGRADE!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Just fine- Mary J Blige&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You know I love music&lt;br /&gt;And every time I hear something hot&lt;br /&gt;It makes me wanna move&lt;br /&gt;It makes me wanna have fun&lt;br /&gt;But it’s something about this joint right here&lt;br /&gt;This joint right here&lt;br /&gt;Its makes me wanna…..Woooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it go……&lt;br /&gt;Can’t let this thing called love get away from you&lt;br /&gt;Feel free right now, going do what you want to do&lt;br /&gt;Can’t let nobody take it away, from you, from me, from we&lt;br /&gt;No time for moping around, are you kidding?&lt;br /&gt;And no time for negative vibes, cause I’m winning&lt;br /&gt;It’s been a long week, I put in my hardest&lt;br /&gt;Gonna live my life, feels so good to get it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I like what I see when I’m looking at me&lt;br /&gt;When I’m walking past the mirror&lt;br /&gt;No stress through the night, at a time in my life&lt;br /&gt;Ain’t worried about if you feel it&lt;br /&gt;Got my head on straight, I got my mind right&lt;br /&gt;I aint gonna let you kill it&lt;br /&gt;You see I wouldn’t change my life, my life’s just…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooooh&lt;br /&gt;Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooooh&lt;br /&gt;Just fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooooh&lt;br /&gt;You see I wouldn’t change my life, my life’s just fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels so good, when you’re doing all the things that you want to do&lt;br /&gt;Get the best out of life, treat yourself to something new&lt;br /&gt;Keep your head up high&lt;br /&gt;In yourself, believe in you, believe in me&lt;br /&gt;Having a really good time, I’m not complaining&lt;br /&gt;And I’m a still wear a smile if it raining&lt;br /&gt;I got to enjoy myself regardless&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate life, I’m so glad I got mine&lt;br /&gt;So I like what I see when I’m looking at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I’m walking past the mirror&lt;br /&gt;Aint worried about you and what you gonna do&lt;br /&gt;I’m a lady so I must stay classy&lt;br /&gt;Got to keep it hot, keep it together&lt;br /&gt;If I want to get better&lt;br /&gt;You see I wouldn’t change my life, my life’s just…..&lt;br /&gt;Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooooh&lt;br /&gt;Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooooh&lt;br /&gt;Just fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooooh&lt;br /&gt;You see I won’t change my life, my life’s just fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I aint gon’ let nothing get in my way&lt;br /&gt;(I ain't gone let nobody bring me down, no, no, no)&lt;br /&gt;No matter what nobody has to say&lt;br /&gt;(No way, no way, no way)&lt;br /&gt;I ain’t gon’ let nothing get in my way&lt;br /&gt;No matter what nobody has to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels so good, when you’re doing all the things that you want to do&lt;br /&gt;Get the best out of life, treat yourself to something new&lt;br /&gt;It’s a really good thing to say&lt;br /&gt;That I won’t change my life, my life’s just fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooooh&lt;br /&gt;Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooooh&lt;br /&gt;Just fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooooh&lt;br /&gt;You see I won’t change my life, my life’s just fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I like what I see when I’m looking at me&lt;br /&gt;When I’m walking past the mirror&lt;br /&gt;No stress through the night, at a time in my life&lt;br /&gt;Ain’t worried about if you feel it&lt;br /&gt;Got my head on straight, I got my mind right&lt;br /&gt;I ain’t gonna let you kill it&lt;br /&gt;You see I wouldn’t change my life, my life’s just…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooooh&lt;br /&gt;Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooooh&lt;br /&gt;Just fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooooh&lt;br /&gt;You see I wouldn’t change my life, my life’s just fine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-8746102267238585476?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/8746102267238585476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/8746102267238585476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/01/e-v-e-l-y-n-needs-upgrade.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-7201012997794540756</id><published>2009-01-24T23:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T00:47:15.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey, Evelyn's back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I survived the 22nd.&lt;br /&gt;had a great day besides the fact my class had a &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;physics test&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't be surprised if I flunked it. :x&lt;br /&gt;Shall be absolubly honest and come clean to say that I didn't study.&lt;br /&gt;Was studying for Social Studies.&lt;br /&gt;Went to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ECP&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;after.&lt;br /&gt;Remember that &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sara and I were singing at the top of our lungs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Also remember that some sec 3s from another school were &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;staring at us&lt;/span&gt;. lol..&lt;br /&gt;Ohoh!!! &amp;amp; apparently, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am now married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. o.o&lt;br /&gt;Yup, that's what I said.&lt;br /&gt;Married to who?&lt;br /&gt;Some &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;random guy who was on bus 15&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Why, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;Well... let me reanact the scene for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Random guy was with his friend who was sitting behind him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Bus 15 was crowded when we got on so we had to stand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Some time after getting on board... After the seat next to random guy became vacant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Let me add that the seat was next to the window and I was standing in front of him making a lot of noise. :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-girl next to random guy stands up and gets off the bus-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;5mins later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;random guy's friend: Eh.. Why don't you let your &lt;em&gt;wife&lt;/em&gt; sit down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;random guy: (to me) Would you like to sit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;me: o.o Er.. no thanks. But Sara might like to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.... So yup, apparently I'm now married.&lt;br /&gt;To a random guy on bus 15. yay! o.o&lt;br /&gt;Can't even remember his face la!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Sara, stop asking why you weren't invited to my wedding. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;____________________________________________&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday was the CNY celebration in BNSS.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry pictures and vid aren't up.&lt;br /&gt;Shall do my best to find the motivation to put them up, ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm done painting my room.&lt;br /&gt;Lovin' how it looks now! XD&lt;br /&gt;I want to do a design on the wall though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd part of the chick vs. dick on the truth and dare challenge is out.&lt;br /&gt;So here's the two parts together..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;_________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Chick vs. Dick: EP27 &amp;amp; EP28 - The Truth or Dare Challenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Paul and Kay Kay get raunchy in a game of Truth or Dare. What was Kay Kay's most embarrassing bedroom moment? Or Paul's kinkiest fantasy? And what does Kay Kay think of Paul's kissing skills?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dl86k3ALIcI&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dl86k3ALIcI&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h9D4CR-a1VY&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h9D4CR-a1VY&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's all for today.&lt;br /&gt;Happy chinese new year to all.&lt;br /&gt;Please don't ask me for hong bao coz I'm not really married.&lt;br /&gt;lalala~ XD&lt;br /&gt;Signing off...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-7201012997794540756?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/7201012997794540756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/7201012997794540756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey-evelyns-back-ok-so-i-survived-22nd.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-7720357309363909287</id><published>2009-01-22T06:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T06:41:42.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Look... it's the &lt;em&gt;22nd&lt;/em&gt;. yay... -.- -sarcasm-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;S.S. Test, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(brain cell killer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Physics Test, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(brain cell killer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Disecting eyes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mdm Haliza's lesson, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(sleep inducer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;phew...&lt;br /&gt;yay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Beach!! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;CNY Shopping!! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm praying that I'll make it through today in one piece..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-7720357309363909287?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/7720357309363909287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/7720357309363909287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/01/look.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-5311734819769707277</id><published>2009-01-21T18:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T19:27:36.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;needs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;consoling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;cooing over... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;and all of your &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LURVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, she needs all you can give.&lt;br /&gt;This applies to everyone by the way.&lt;br /&gt;Or...&lt;br /&gt;You can get her a new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;bikini/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cherries/ ... ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Or, a new temporary boyfriend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok, so Evelyn wasn't serious about the last part..&lt;br /&gt;But she seriously doesn't mind! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;__________________________________&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Ok, Found some random pic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NluR3JEuB00/SXcDpPX4i4I/AAAAAAAABCw/xMTWlXi5F5I/s1600-h/DSC04312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293703894033533826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NluR3JEuB00/SXcDpPX4i4I/AAAAAAAABCw/xMTWlXi5F5I/s400/DSC04312.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OMG! Steve Chia acting cute!!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NluR3JEuB00/SXcDo16f8qI/AAAAAAAABCo/MibHs_jL_ZM/s1600-h/DSC01061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293703887199400610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NluR3JEuB00/SXcDo16f8qI/AAAAAAAABCo/MibHs_jL_ZM/s400/DSC01061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm sure you know what this is...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Problem is, in BNSS(Budget North Secondary), it's always empty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NluR3JEuB00/SXcDow0aegI/AAAAAAAABCg/Im3dGoCswRQ/s1600-h/DSC01059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293703885831698946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NluR3JEuB00/SXcDow0aegI/AAAAAAAABCg/Im3dGoCswRQ/s400/DSC01059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kimmy is in a state of shock...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, capture the moment of bessings from the toilet... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NluR3JEuB00/SXcDounvzpI/AAAAAAAABCY/N9z9oBt-v9g/s1600-h/DSC01068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293703885241699986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NluR3JEuB00/SXcDounvzpI/AAAAAAAABCY/N9z9oBt-v9g/s400/DSC01068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Evelyn's art ain't bad right? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alright...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So you wanna find Evelyn tomorrow?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Try looking at the beaches of Singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;'Coz that's where she's headed tomorrow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Right...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;After...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;School!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;XD...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-5311734819769707277?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/5311734819769707277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/5311734819769707277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/01/e-v-e-l-y-n-needs.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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/_NluR3JEuB00/SXcDpPX4i4I/AAAAAAAABCw/xMTWlXi5F5I/s72-c/DSC04312.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-6925546395914317616</id><published>2009-01-19T14:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T17:26:10.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Newsflash!*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out.&lt;br /&gt;My best friend's look-alike's name isn't Alvin Lau.&lt;br /&gt;His name is...&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;Damn... :x&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that leaves the very important question!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHO IS MR ALVIN LAU??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol... If you do know, please point out to me kay? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;_______________________________________&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm painting my room orange.&lt;br /&gt;Lol.. I need change.&lt;br /&gt;It's a nice shade of orange okay!&lt;br /&gt;It's actual name is 'Zing'.&lt;br /&gt;Sounds really invigorating.&lt;br /&gt;Just what I need.&lt;br /&gt;lol.. But anyway,&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to paint it this Friday and Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yay! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Scientist- Coldplay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come up to meet you, tell you Im sorry&lt;br /&gt;You dont know how lovely you are&lt;br /&gt;I had to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;find you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, tell you I &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell you I set you apart&lt;br /&gt;Tell me your secrets,&lt;br /&gt;And ask me your questions&lt;br /&gt;Oh lets go back to the start&lt;br /&gt;Running in circles, coming up tails&lt;br /&gt;Heads on a silence apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;br /&gt;Oh its such a shame for us to part&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No one ever said that it would be this hard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;take me back to the start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just guessing at numbers and figures&lt;br /&gt;Pulling your puzzles apart&lt;br /&gt;Questions of science,&lt;br /&gt;Science and progress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do not speak as loud as my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you love me, come back and haunt me&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I rush to the start&lt;br /&gt;Running in circles, chasing our tails&lt;br /&gt;Coming back as we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;br /&gt;Oh its such a shame for us to part&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;br /&gt;No one ever said it would be so hard&lt;br /&gt;Im going back to the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Could we start again please?&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/36675073-6925546395914317616?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/6925546395914317616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/6925546395914317616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/01/newsflash-i-just-found-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-4966756873574804853</id><published>2009-01-18T15:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T15:50:12.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe,&lt;br /&gt;ask if I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;I'll say no.&lt;br /&gt;Believe it?&lt;br /&gt;No?&lt;br /&gt;Then you're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe,&lt;br /&gt;ask if I'm angry.&lt;br /&gt;I'll say no.&lt;br /&gt;Believe it?&lt;br /&gt;Yes?&lt;br /&gt;Then you're wrong again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;______________________________________&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is really fragile alright,&lt;br /&gt;so treasure yours.&lt;br /&gt;So much is happening&lt;br /&gt;you'll never know what's going to occur tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;So live like theres no tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;and learn like life's forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;______________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now ask,&lt;br /&gt;"Evelyn, what the hell is wrong with you today?"&lt;br /&gt;Nothing. Really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;______________________________________&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White Horse- Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say you're sorry&lt;br /&gt;That face of an angel&lt;br /&gt;Comes out just when you need it to&lt;br /&gt;And I paced back and forth all this time&lt;br /&gt;Cause I honestly believed in you&lt;br /&gt;Holding on&lt;br /&gt;And days drag on&lt;br /&gt;Stupid girl,&lt;br /&gt;I should have known, I should have known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairy tale&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one you sweep off her feet,&lt;br /&gt;Lead her up the stairwell&lt;br /&gt;This ain't Hollywood, this is a small town,&lt;br /&gt;I was a dreamer before you went and let me down&lt;br /&gt;Now it's too late for you&lt;br /&gt;And your white horse, to come around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I was naive,&lt;br /&gt;Got lost in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And never really had a chance&lt;br /&gt;I had so many dreams&lt;br /&gt;About you and me&lt;br /&gt;Happy endings&lt;br /&gt;Now I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairy tale&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one you sweep off her feet,&lt;br /&gt;Lead her up the stairwell&lt;br /&gt;This ain't Hollywood, this is a small town,&lt;br /&gt;I was a dreamer before you went and let me down&lt;br /&gt;Now it's too late for you&lt;br /&gt;And your white horse, to come around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you are your sitting there&lt;br /&gt;Begging for forgiveness, begging for me&lt;br /&gt;Just like I always wanted but I'm sooo sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm not your princess, this ain't a fairytale&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna find someone someday who might actually treat me well&lt;br /&gt;This is a big world, that was a small town&lt;br /&gt;There in my rearview mirror disappearing now&lt;br /&gt;Now it's too late for you and your white horse&lt;br /&gt;Now it's too late for you and your white horse, to catch me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa&lt;br /&gt;Try and catch me now&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's too late&lt;br /&gt;To catch me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;______________________________________&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Please note that my playlist may or may not represent my feelings and emotions.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-4966756873574804853?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/4966756873574804853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/4966756873574804853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/01/maybe-ask-if-im-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-3975670647665434541</id><published>2009-01-16T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T23:04:03.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey! I'm back again~~&lt;br /&gt;So what's new this week?&lt;br /&gt;Well... The broadcasting studio was put to good use for the 1st time.&lt;br /&gt;So, Irdina was the DJ this time.. yea...&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, my turn can't possibly be too far off.&lt;br /&gt;So it's the usual..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Learning standard deviation, the nervous system, alkanes..&lt;br /&gt;blablabla..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Anyway, paid the counsellor a visit yesterday. lol..&lt;br /&gt;Sara's idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thanks alot Sara!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;never felt better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before that, Kimmy and Sara came over to my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just to use my computer&lt;/em&gt;. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Some friends I have... Just kidding!&lt;br /&gt;Don't take it to heart ya?&lt;br /&gt;That was to Kimmy and Sara btw. ",)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I found out another random fact about myself today,&lt;br /&gt;What is it?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was bloody short in Primary one. :x&lt;br /&gt;Yup, that's what I found out. lol...&lt;br /&gt;I was only &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1.17 m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tall.&lt;br /&gt;Pathatic right?&lt;br /&gt;I was asking everyone else around me how tall they were then,&lt;br /&gt;All taller than me. Damn...&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell, at least I caught up and I now taller!&lt;br /&gt;Hah! Oh, that felt good to know. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I went with Kimmy and Sara to Orchard Road today.&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to meet Sara's friend and another &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*ahem*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; friend as well.&lt;br /&gt;Both boys la..&lt;br /&gt;One's from ACS called &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ShinYao&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;He's the meanie who wouldn't even let me touch his precious laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; somehow everytime I take one step towards him,&lt;br /&gt;he takes two in the opposite direction.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Evelyn never knew she was that scary.&lt;br /&gt;Lol... How is that possible? *scratches head*&lt;br /&gt;After all, Evelyn IS very innocent and would never harm a guy. XD&lt;br /&gt;How would I even be able to cause bodily harm to him anyway? o.o&lt;br /&gt;Should have stayed a lil' longer and I would be able to see her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*AHEM*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; friend. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't kill me Sara... :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CNY&lt;/span&gt; is arriving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you cast your vote for the teacher's performances yet?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you donate at least $2 to the " &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So you think you can dance&lt;/span&gt; " performance.&lt;br /&gt;Remember! &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mr Lau&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Main Dancer&lt;/span&gt;! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;lol..&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget!&lt;br /&gt;Bring your camcorders and cameras!!&lt;br /&gt;Then upload to youtube for the world to see!!!&lt;br /&gt;In the name of charity remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;VOTE NOW! FOR MR LAU AND HIS DANCE TROUPE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... ohoh! &amp;amp; you know that new teacher, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mr Alvin Lau&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Poor him. A mix of Mr Lau and Mr Ho. Lol..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... he looks like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;my best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;You know my best friend that I apparently don't talk to?&lt;br /&gt;lol... Too bad he's still shorter and skinnier than my best friend though..&lt;br /&gt;That's alright. I probably won't see my best friend again.&lt;br /&gt;So he'll make a good substitute. &gt;.&lt; lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I guess that's all for this week..&lt;br /&gt;If you notice that as the weeks go by,&lt;br /&gt;my life consist of just homework and schoolwork, don't be suprised.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, gotta go. Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&amp;amp; So I'm waiting, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;waiting on the world to change.&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/36675073-3975670647665434541?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/3975670647665434541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/3975670647665434541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey-im-back-again-so-whats-new-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-2037367389194729956</id><published>2009-01-14T19:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T19:43:13.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Strings</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Broken Strings Feat. Nelly Furtado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-James Morrison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me hold you&lt;br /&gt;For the last time&lt;br /&gt;It's the last chance to feel again&lt;br /&gt;But you broke me&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't feel &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I love you&lt;br /&gt;It's so untrue&lt;br /&gt;I can't even convince myself&lt;br /&gt;When I'm speaking&lt;br /&gt;It's the voice of someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it tears me up&lt;br /&gt;I tried to hold on but it hurts too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tried to forgive but it's not enough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make it all okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;You can't play our broken strings&lt;br /&gt;You can't feel anything&lt;br /&gt;That your heart don't want to feel&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you something that aint real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the truth hurts&lt;br /&gt;And lies worse&lt;br /&gt;I can't like it anymore&lt;br /&gt;And I love you a little less than before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what are we doing&lt;br /&gt;We are turning into dust&lt;br /&gt;Playing house in the ruins of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running back through the fire&lt;br /&gt;When there's nothing left to say&lt;br /&gt;It's like chasing the very last train&lt;br /&gt;When it's too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it tears me up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I tried to hold on but it hurts too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tried to forgive but it's not enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;To make it all okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;You can't play our broken strings&lt;br /&gt;You can't feel anything&lt;br /&gt;That your heart don't want to feel&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you something that aint real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh the truth hurts&lt;br /&gt;And lies worse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't like it anymore&lt;br /&gt;And I love you a little less than before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we're running through the fire&lt;br /&gt;When there's nothing left to say&lt;br /&gt;It's like chasing the very last train&lt;br /&gt;When we both know it's too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;You can't play our broken strings&lt;br /&gt;You can't feel anything&lt;br /&gt;That your heart don't want to feel&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you something that aint real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the truth hurts&lt;br /&gt;And lies worse&lt;br /&gt;I can't like it anymore&lt;br /&gt;And I love you a little less than before&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I love you a little less than before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me hold you for the last time&lt;br /&gt;It's the last change to feel again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_eKcEQlQMDY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_eKcEQlQMDY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;__________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... Sweet music. &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-2037367389194729956?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/2037367389194729956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/2037367389194729956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/01/broken-strings.html' title='Broken Strings'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-5489415189696021466</id><published>2009-01-12T17:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T18:09:47.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, so today is one of those days I get lucky and get to use the computer. But I have to go soon so this won't be one of them long posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today is the 12th of January. that means that the GCE O'level results were released today. Yea... So congrats to those who did well. &amp;amp; for those who didn't, it's alright. It's another learning experience ya? Learn from your mistakes and move on with life. Just donn't repeat the mistake again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I can't judge. I haven't had mine. At least not yet. But it's scary thinking how next year it would be my turn to be in the same hall receiving my results. &amp;amp; I want to be one of those people jumping around like retards 'coz they did really well. Ok, maybe not quite... But you get the idea ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess that's almost all. Oh, I forgot to take a photo of the broadcasting studio. Damn... -.-&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, gotta remember to take one on wednesday. Anyway, gotta go, so ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He can't see the smile I'm faking&lt;br /&gt;And my heart's not breaking&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm not feeling anything at all&lt;br /&gt;And you were wild and crazy&lt;br /&gt;Just so frustrating intoxicating&lt;br /&gt;Complicated, got away by some mistake and now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-The Way I Loved You, Taylor Swift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;3#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I've got to let it go start protecting my heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't think I'll survive a goodbye again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-5489415189696021466?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/5489415189696021466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/5489415189696021466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/01/ok-so-today-is-one-of-those-days-i-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-288217938245989573</id><published>2009-01-10T21:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T22:00:05.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TP open house/ Gramp's B'day</title><content type='html'>I have so much to blog about! Where should I start? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;OMGOMGOMG!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, school finally started with the 3 day Adam Khoo '&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am gifted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;' course. It was pretty good I must say. Lot's of tears there. &amp;amp; hot assistant trainer or something! Lol.. The most exciting thing that happened this week? Going to Temasek Poly's Open house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went with Sara and Kimmy to Temasek Poly's Open House on thursday. It's was freaking crowded! Some schools were brought there as a level! &amp;amp; I swear I saw my ex-classmate from CCPS. &amp;amp; I've finally found out my blood type. A student from the applied science school was giving a blood test to find your blood group there. Turns out, I'm a 'B'. Hmm.. I remember Miss Lenny telling us about 'Blood Type Personalities' when my class was studying on the circulatory system. Apparently, blood type B people are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Goal oriented and strong minded, type B's will start a task and continue it until completed, and completed well. Type B's are the individualists of the blood group categories and find their own way in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to find out what yours means? &lt;a href="http://www.bellaonline.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;http://www.bellaonline.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've decided. I'm going to try to get into JC and take the arts course. But if I can't get into a good one, then scrap that. I'll go to Poly. One of these three... TP, NP or SP. Then I'll take the business diploma. XD See... I've got goals! lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! &amp;amp; if you didn't know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bedok North now has it's very own broadcasting studio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in our very own library. All that music and irritating voice over the PA system on thursday was due to the tests being ran over at the broadcasting studio. We'll be going on air for the first time in Bedok North Secondary history this coming thursday! Hereen and Aaron will be the lucky first to go on air! When I say 'on air' here, I really mean only over our PA system though. But the DJ booth is bloody nice! Shall take a picture the next time I'm in it. Which will be on Monday. XD Along with Hereen, Jesslyn, Irdina, Sara, Joel and Aaron. Cool ain't it? We're going to be DJs! XD Ok, so I'm a little high about it. Fine.. VERY high! But it's so bloody cool that my vocab has gone to the dogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NluR3JEuB00/SWie_a9cMBI/AAAAAAAABCA/Of1pUUbnAxg/s1600-h/DSC01049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289652574752616466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NluR3JEuB00/SWie_a9cMBI/AAAAAAAABCA/Of1pUUbnAxg/s400/DSC01049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait wait! There's more! &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday was my grandfather's 80th birthday!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; So we went to somewhere near the Esplanade. You know, where the Lim Bo Seng Memorial is? Yup! There.. Apparently, when my grandparents were younger, they went dating there. Dating on the boardwalk! Apparently, it's still a pretty popular place to go dating. Saw many young couples. So remember arh! People who are dating, go there! Got river and the works! lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NluR3JEuB00/SWijxBIsPjI/AAAAAAAABCI/1owUXQVKmdc/s1600-h/DSC01050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289657824860454450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NluR3JEuB00/SWijxBIsPjI/AAAAAAAABCI/1owUXQVKmdc/s400/DSC01050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I swear my grandparent are like the most loving couple I know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Seriously! They're always holding hands and all. Maybe it's just me. Anyway, here's my grandparents back at where they came dating many many years ago. &amp;amp; they can still remember it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NluR3JEuB00/SWilYi6RAMI/AAAAAAAABCQ/F9N9k4ptHWQ/s1600-h/DSC01051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289659603453280450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NluR3JEuB00/SWilYi6RAMI/AAAAAAAABCQ/F9N9k4ptHWQ/s400/DSC01051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wait wait! Almost done! Here's the long awaited Chick Vs. Dick episode!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chick vs. Dick: EP27 - The Truth or Dare Challenge (Part 1)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paul and Kay Kay get raunchy in a game of Truth or Dare. What was Kay Kay's most embarrassing bedroom moment? Or Paul's kinkiest fantasy? And what does Kay Kay think of Paul's kissing skills? Vote for who you think did better!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dl86k3ALIcI&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dl86k3ALIcI&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;_______________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright, I'm done. But let me leave with a song. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Innocence- Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Waking up I see that everything is ok&lt;br /&gt;The first time in my life and now it's so great&lt;br /&gt;Slowing down I look around and I am so amazed&lt;br /&gt;I think about the little things that make life great&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't change a thing about it&lt;br /&gt;This is the best feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This innocence is brilliant, I hope that it will stay&lt;br /&gt;This moment is perfect, please don't go away, I need you now&lt;br /&gt;And I'll hold on to it, don't you let it pass you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a place so safe, not a single tear&lt;br /&gt;The first time in my life and now it's so clear&lt;br /&gt;Feel calm I belong, I'm so happy here&lt;br /&gt;It's so strong and now I let myself be sincere&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't change a thing about it&lt;br /&gt;This is the best feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This innocence is brilliant, I hope that it will stay&lt;br /&gt;This moment is perfect, please don't go away, I need you now&lt;br /&gt;And I'll hold on to it, don't you let it pass you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the state of bliss you think you're dreaming&lt;br /&gt;It's the happiness inside that you're feeling&lt;br /&gt;It's so beautiful it makes you wanna cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the state of bliss you think you're dreaming&lt;br /&gt;It's the happiness inside that you're feeling&lt;br /&gt;It's so beautiful it makes you wanna cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so beautiful it makes you want to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This innocence is brilliant, it makes you want to cry&lt;br /&gt;This innocence is brilliance, please don't go away&lt;br /&gt;Cause I need you now&lt;br /&gt;And I'll hold on to it, don't you let it pass you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This innocence is brilliant, I hope that it will stay&lt;br /&gt;This moment is perfect, please don't go away, I need you now&lt;br /&gt;And I'll hold on to it, don't you let it pass you by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like a really sad song if you didn't understand English. Even the Music Video seems emo to me. Wierd eh? Maybe it's just me again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt; To students from BNSS waiting for O'level results: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O'level results are released this monday. That is 2 days away on the 12th of January 2009!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Don't forget! Don't be absent!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;P.P.S&lt;/span&gt; Now that school's started, I can blog only once a week. Twice if I'm lucky. So get used to uber long entries!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bite me!&lt;3&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/36675073-288217938245989573?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/288217938245989573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/288217938245989573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/01/tp-open-house-gramps-bday.html' title='TP open house/ Gramp&apos;s B&apos;day'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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/_NluR3JEuB00/SWie_a9cMBI/AAAAAAAABCA/Of1pUUbnAxg/s72-c/DSC01049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-6511589263980258713</id><published>2009-01-04T12:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T13:09:50.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's official! Evelyn stall prove it! The fact that nusery rhymes are disturbing and should not be taught to little children! &amp;amp; here's the prove!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the the nusery rhyme ' Mary Mary Quite Contrary'? No? Well, here's how it goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mary&lt;/strong&gt; Mary quite contrary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How does your &lt;strong&gt;garden&lt;/strong&gt; grow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;With &lt;strong&gt;silver bells and cockle shells&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And pretty &lt;strong&gt;maids&lt;/strong&gt; all in a row.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sounds like a pretty normal rhyme doesn't it? Well, here's what you didn't know! Let's look closer into the highlighted words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Mary Mary Quite Contrary'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mary alluded to in this traditional English nursery rhyme is reputed to be Mary Tudor, or Bloody Mary, who was the daughter of King Henry VIII. She was a staunch Catholic and the garden refered to in this rhyme actually refers to graveyards which were increasing in size with those who were Protestants - Protestant martyrs. Scary huh? It doesn't just stop here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Silver bells and cockle shells'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The 'silver bells and cockle shells' referred to in the Nursery Rhyme were instruments of torture. The 'silver bells' were thumbscrews which crushed the thumb between two hard surfaces by the tightening of a screw. While the 'cockleshells' were believed to be instruments of torture which were attached to the genitals! How do you feel about nursery rhymes now? Wait wait... It's still not over yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Pretty maids'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'maids' were a device to behead people called the Maiden whick is now know as the guillotine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NluR3JEuB00/SWA9YhD2wvI/AAAAAAAABB4/Q4WlsVlbDgY/s1600-h/Shona-Penny-picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;__________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another short nursary rhyme to prove my point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever heard of 'Ring Around The Rosy'? This is how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ring around the rosy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pocketful of &lt;strong&gt;posies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Ashes, Ashes&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;We all fall down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound familiar? Well, the words to the Ring around the rosy children's ring game have their origin in English history . It dates back to the Great Plague of London in 1665 (bubonic plague) or even before when the first outbreak of the Plague hit England in the 1300's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The symptoms of the plague included a rosy red rash in the shape of a ring on the skin (Ring around the rosy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pockets and pouches were filled with sweet smelling herbs ( or posies) which were carried due to the belief that the disease was transmitted by bad smells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The term "Ashes Ashes" refers to the cremation of the dead bodies! The death rate was over 60% and the plague was only halted by the Great Fire of London in 1666 which killed the rats which carried the disease which was transmitting via water sources. The English version of "Ring around the rosy" replaces Ashes with (A-tishoo, A-tishoo) as violent sneezing was another symptom of the disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I proved my point yet? So listen to me and do not let your children listen to nursery rhymes! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Infomation gotten from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rhymes.org.uk/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;www.rhymes.org.uk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-6511589263980258713?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/6511589263980258713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/6511589263980258713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-official-evelyn-stall-prove-it-fact.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-4411191861053564298</id><published>2009-01-04T12:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T12:18:11.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I wish you were a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I could &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;disengage&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say that we agree and then never change&lt;br /&gt;Soften a bit until we all just get along&lt;br /&gt;But that's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;disregard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Find another friend and you discard&lt;br /&gt;As you lose the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;argument&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in a cable car&lt;br /&gt;Hanging above as the canyon &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;comes between&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;- Over My Head (Cable Car) by The Fray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Closed off from love&lt;br /&gt;I didn't need the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;twice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was all in vain&lt;br /&gt;Time starts to pass&lt;br /&gt;Before you know it you're &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;frozen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But something happened&lt;br /&gt;For the very first time &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;with &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My heart melts into the ground&lt;br /&gt;Found something &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And everyone's looking round&lt;br /&gt;Thinking I'm going crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;- Bleeding Love by Leona Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where are you&lt;/strong&gt; and I'm so sorry&lt;br /&gt;I cannot &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I cannot &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; tonight&lt;br /&gt;I need somebody and always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;This &lt;em&gt;sick strange darkness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Comes creeping on so haunting every time&lt;br /&gt;And as I stared I counted&lt;br /&gt;Webs from all the spiders&lt;br /&gt;Catching things and eating their insides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like indecision to call you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hear your &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;voice of treason&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Will you &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;come home and stop this pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; tonight&lt;br /&gt;Stop this pain tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste your time on me you're already&lt;br /&gt;The voice &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;inside my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (I miss you, I miss you)&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste your time on me you're already&lt;br /&gt;The voice inside my head (I miss you, I miss you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-I Miss You by Blink 182&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll admit it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I still miss you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I still wish you were mine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I still wish you were here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I still want you by my side.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I still want to know what happened.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I still wonder why.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I still don't understand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I still need to know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's that really it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So what is that supposed mean?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that I'm only worth so little of your time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's it? I guess so.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So what about it? 'Coz I still don't know a thing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;I still love you...&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/36675073-4411191861053564298?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/4411191861053564298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/4411191861053564298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-wish-you-were-stranger-i-could.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-3722973646388439161</id><published>2009-01-01T11:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T18:45:42.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Happy New Year!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;So,it's finally 2009 and I guess all of you are probably busy preparing to go back to school. Or for those who have finished thier O'levels, busy being bored mabe? I wouldn't know. So, it's 2009. 2008's now past history. So hae you made new year resolutions for 2009 yet? Personally, between you and me, I always make one, or two. But I never ever keep to them. So for this year, these are my new year resolutions for 2009. But lets do it a little differently. I'll do 26 new year resolutions. One for each alphabet ya? But with so many, I guess it can't be a New Year Resolution list anymore. Well, let's just turn it into a to-do list for 2009 then! Plus with so many. I'll at the least be able to keep to a few. XD Ok... So here goes... my Alphabet New Year To-do list for 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ce my O'levels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ecome a full time nerd till the o'level ends.( XD )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ommit to my new year resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;o all my homework. (At least most of it. :x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ase up on all that candy tim&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;. (lol..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ace my &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;ears. (eg. Heights, insects... etc..)&lt;br /&gt;be a very &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;uai kid. ( XD )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;elp my mot&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;er with the &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;ousework more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ngest nutr&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;ous food. (lol... Need to GA&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;N we&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;ght. &gt;.&lt;) live by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ustified needs not wants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;eep better trac&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt; of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ess time at the computer. (That wou&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;d mean &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;ess b&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;ogging. :( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ore time with my head buried in books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ot give excuses to skip church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;pen up m&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;re t&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;ther pe&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;ple. ( phew, l&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;ts of &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;'s here. XD )&lt;br /&gt;not &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;iss off my &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;arents. ( :x )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;uit misplacing my belongings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ead up mo&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;e!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ay no to BGR! (Wonder how I'm going to do that.. :x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ake five af&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;er all &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ha&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; much done. ( XD )&lt;br /&gt;get something done abo&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;t my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nr&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;ly hair!&lt;br /&gt;not &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ent my frustrations of my poor teddy bears. ( :x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Can't think of any. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Argh! Brain Cells dying!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- NO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa that was long! Time to relax with some music! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new 'feel good' song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Just Dance, Lady Gaga Feat. Coldby O'Donis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Vu5JsqU6b0&amp;amp;hl=" width="480" height="295" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" _flash_type_="0" _flash_src_="http://www.youtube.com/swf/l.swf?swf=http%3A//s.ytimg.com/yt/swf/cps-vfl70586.swf&amp;amp;video_id=0Vu5JsqU6b0&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;showsearch=1&amp;amp;eurl=http%3A//www.blogger.com/post-edit.g%3FblogID%3D36675073%26postID%3D3722973646388439161&amp;amp;iurl=http%3A//i1.ytimg.com/vi/0Vu5JsqU6b0/hqdefault.jpg&amp;amp;sk=1Ho3W0c7XHj7mHBy--r15zfifuiGOIolC&amp;amp;use_get_video_info=1&amp;amp;load_modules=1&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new 'In Your Face' Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let It Rock, Kevin Rudolf Feat. Lil' Wayne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5P27h9qCsso&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" _flash_type_="0" _flash_src_="http://www.youtube.com/swf/l.swf?swf=http%3A//s.ytimg.com/yt/swf/cps-vfl70586.swf&amp;amp;video_id=5P27h9qCsso&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;showsearch=1&amp;amp;eurl=http%3A//www.blogger.com/post-edit.g%3FblogID%3D36675073%26postID%3D3722973646388439161&amp;amp;iurl=http%3A//i2.ytimg.com/vi/5P27h9qCsso/hqdefault.jpg&amp;amp;sk=1Ho3W0c7XHj7mHBy--r15zfifuiGOIolC&amp;amp;use_get_video_info=1&amp;amp;load_modules=1&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New music obsession:&lt;br /&gt;Crag David!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sang songs like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm Sorry (I Don't Love You No More)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hmm... Situation sounds remotely familiar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ANm3oth6hyM&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" _flash_type_="0" _flash_src_="http://www.youtube.com/swf/l.swf?swf=http%3A//s.ytimg.com/yt/swf/cps-vfl70586.swf&amp;amp;video_id=ANm3oth6hyM&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;showsearch=1&amp;amp;eurl=http%3A//www.blogger.com/post-edit.g%3FblogID%3D36675073%26postID%3D3722973646388439161&amp;amp;iurl=http%3A//i2.ytimg.com/vi/ANm3oth6hyM/hqdefault.jpg&amp;amp;sk=1Ho3W0c7XHj7mHBy--r15zfifuiGOIolC&amp;amp;use_get_video_info=1&amp;amp;load_modules=1&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also another hit song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Insomnia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Trust me, you'll fall in love with his music. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XuS33DkTt8k&amp;amp;hl=" width="480" height="295" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" _flash_type_="0" _flash_src_="http://www.youtube.com/swf/l.swf?swf=http%3A//s.ytimg.com/yt/swf/cps-vfl70586.swf&amp;amp;video_id=XuS33DkTt8k&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;showsearch=1&amp;amp;eurl=http%3A//www.blogger.com/post-edit.g%3FblogID%3D36675073%26postID%3D3722973646388439161&amp;amp;iurl=http%3A//i1.ytimg.com/vi/XuS33DkTt8k/hqdefault.jpg&amp;amp;sk=1Ho3W0c7XHj7mHBy--r15zfifuiGOIolC&amp;amp;use_get_video_info=1&amp;amp;load_modules=1&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As well as many more!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Gotta go. Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For all the years that I've known you baby&lt;br /&gt;I can't figure out the reason why lately you've been acting so cold&lt;br /&gt;(didn't you say)If there's a problem we should work it out&lt;br /&gt;So why you giving me the cold shoulder now&lt;br /&gt;Like you don't even wanna talk to me &lt;s&gt;girl&lt;/s&gt;boy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think that I'm the only one here to blame&lt;br /&gt;It's not me here who's been going round slamming doors&lt;br /&gt;That's when you turned and said to me&lt;br /&gt;I don't care babe who's right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;I just don't love you no more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;- Don't Love you No More( I'm Sorry), Craig David&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/36675073-3722973646388439161?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/3722973646388439161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/3722973646388439161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-soits-finally-2009-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-8687930007772351429</id><published>2008-12-29T01:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T01:50:34.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Yo 'sup niggars?&lt;/strong&gt; XD Sorry, just really wanted to say that.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, E's back in town. What's new? I really missed... My pillow, my bed, my teddy bears, school. Most of all... My love, Sara. XD&lt;br /&gt;Yup! She's my new love. Wahahah. She'll be my witness. That don't mean that I'm not straight ok! I don't bend that way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh... What's that? What did I do in Malaysia? The usual I guess? &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Shop&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;eat&lt;/span&gt;. Pretty much what I've been doing during this holiday here in Singapore anyway. Ah.. Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohoh! &amp;amp; I did something while I was up in Genting. But it's a secret for now. You'll see in school. What's that? You don't go to my school? No? You've left my school? oh, that's too bad! :P You've gotta wait till some random picture of me appears of my blog or those of my lil' miss'es.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's pretty much it for now. It's late/early. Whatever you want to call it. So Ciao! Cya all on Friday. If you go to my school. BNSS. Otherwise known as Budget North Sec or Raffles North High School. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-8687930007772351429?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/8687930007772351429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/8687930007772351429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2008/12/yo-sup-niggars-xd-sorry-just-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-1055370847249958498</id><published>2008-12-27T19:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T19:49:43.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here are 10 weird things/habits / little known facts about myself :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ I dislike shopping.&lt;br /&gt;So if I date or "date" you, please don't torture me. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ I am boliao.&lt;br /&gt;For proof, ask my mom. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ I hate making friends but once you're my friend I'll love you for life.&lt;br /&gt;Just like how Sara and I love each other now. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥My EX-boyfriends&lt;strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; become my friends unless we were bloody close as friends before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for the record, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ I LOVE LOVE LOVE me, myself and I.&lt;br /&gt;XD True story kays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥i'm addicted to &lt;a href="http://clicknetwork.tv/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;clicknetwork.tv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥I love to be alone but not for too long.&lt;br /&gt;Or I'll go nuts. You don't want to see Evelyn when she is nuts. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥I love doing homework. :D&lt;br /&gt;Believe it!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥I am, like Rosiana, very innocent, extremly guai.&lt;br /&gt;Believe it hor!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥I am very quiet.&lt;br /&gt;Serious! See what my report card says everytime under teacher's comments. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now these 10 people have to crack their head off&lt;br /&gt;Sara!&lt;br /&gt;HuiJuan!&lt;br /&gt;Kimmy!&lt;br /&gt;RuiQin!&lt;br /&gt;Aiya! Anyone also can la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Waitwait!!!&lt;br /&gt;Not over yet la!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Gives You Hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;- The All-American Rejects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up every evening&lt;br /&gt;With a big smile on my face&lt;br /&gt;And it never feels out of place.&lt;br /&gt;And you're still probably working&lt;br /&gt;At a 9 to 5 pace&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how bad that day is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When you see my face&lt;br /&gt;I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell&lt;br /&gt;When you walk my way&lt;br /&gt;I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now where's your picket fence, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;And where's that shiny car&lt;br /&gt;Did it ever get you far?&lt;br /&gt;You never seemed so tense, love&lt;br /&gt;Never seen you fall so hard&lt;br /&gt;Do you know where you are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Truth be told I miss you&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told I'm lying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see my face&lt;br /&gt;I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell&lt;br /&gt;When you walk my way&lt;br /&gt;I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell&lt;br /&gt;If you find a &lt;s&gt;man &lt;/s&gt;girl that's worth the damn and treats you well&lt;br /&gt;Then she's a fool you're just as well hope it gives you hell&lt;br /&gt;Hope it gives you hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow you'll be thinking to yourself&lt;br /&gt;Where did it all go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;strong&gt;the list goes on and on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told I miss you&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told I'm lying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see my face&lt;br /&gt;I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell&lt;br /&gt;When you walk my way&lt;br /&gt;I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell&lt;br /&gt;If you find a &lt;s&gt;man &lt;/s&gt;girl that's worth the damn and treats you well&lt;br /&gt;Then she's a fool you're just as well hope it gives you hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you'll never see&lt;br /&gt;What you've done to me&lt;br /&gt;You can take back your memories&lt;br /&gt;They're no good to me&lt;br /&gt;And here's all your lies&lt;br /&gt;If you look me in the eyes&lt;br /&gt;With the sad, sad look&lt;br /&gt;That you wear so well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see my face&lt;br /&gt;I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell&lt;br /&gt;When you walk my way&lt;br /&gt;I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell&lt;br /&gt;If you find a &lt;s&gt;man &lt;/s&gt;girl that's worth the damn and treats you well&lt;br /&gt;Then she's a fool you're just as well hope it gives you hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see my face&lt;br /&gt;I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell (hope it gives you hell)&lt;br /&gt;When you walk my way&lt;br /&gt;I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell (hope it gives you hell)&lt;br /&gt;When you hear this song and you sing along well you'll never tell&lt;br /&gt;And you're the fool I've just as well I hope it gives you hell&lt;br /&gt;When you hear this song I hope that it will give you hell&lt;br /&gt;You can sing along I hope it puts you through hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahahah! Yea.. that's cool. Hope it really gives you hell!&lt;br /&gt;This brings bitching to a whole new level. Bitching using a song. lols..&lt;br /&gt;Ah.. oh well, my blog, me being bitchy = Okay. :P&lt;br /&gt;lalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww... Anyway, before all hell breaks loose(pun intented), here's a " Chick vs. Dick Challenge " for you to enjoy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Chick vs. Dick: EP26 - The Christmas Challenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-b_edMrVNXQ&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-b_edMrVNXQ&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Paul and Kay Kay get each other Christmas gifts on a $15 budget! Paul tries to score a kiss from Kay Kay with a poem under the mistletoe, while Kay Kay's gift leaves Paul touched and speechless. Vote for who you think had the better gift!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Shall upload next episode once it is up. " Chick vs. Dick: Ep 27- The truth or Dare Challenge "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phew! Some post that was. 3 random items put together into a post. Ha! Anyway, I guess that's it for now. Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. I'm missing all you guys! :'( Well, at least it's less than a week till I see all of you again! * brightens up immedialy*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;* guys as in friends, pals, buddies, etc... You get what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I don't need a ring around my finger,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;don't make me feel complete. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;So let me break it down, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I can get off when you ain't around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I am woman, hear me roar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;RAWR!!! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-1055370847249958498?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/1055370847249958498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/1055370847249958498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2008/12/here-are-10-weird-thingshabits-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-3740494938899548428</id><published>2008-12-25T20:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T22:47:52.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey guys, 'Sup? I'm currently up in Genting. So I'm just updating my blog about the christmas party I had over at my eight aunt's house over X'mas eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached at 6. Everyone else was already there. Well, almost everyone...&lt;br /&gt;Was drizzling slightly so we couldn't leave the house. Which isn't a very bad thing when the house is a modern three-story house called the &lt;b&gt;Oasis&lt;/b&gt; haha.. Anyway, I've probably said this before but their house is frekking huge! So I'll say it again anyway, My cousin's house is FREAKING huge!! lol... Sorry, Evelyn is currently self entertained. Shall tell you guys about my trip some other day. Maybe tomorrow. Hmm... Anway... Here's some pictures to sum out just about what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NluR3JEuB00/SVN_QLtLPkI/AAAAAAAABBs/0cnEyX8vmfk/s1600-h/DSC01002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283706703832628802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NluR3JEuB00/SVN_QLtLPkI/AAAAAAAABBs/0cnEyX8vmfk/s320/DSC01002.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahh.. The evergreen christmas tree. You can't miss it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NluR3JEuB00/SVN_P-PKJHI/AAAAAAAABBk/caWkdJa8Q7M/s1600-h/DSC01004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283706700217066610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NluR3JEuB00/SVN_P-PKJHI/AAAAAAAABBk/caWkdJa8Q7M/s320/DSC01004.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner!  Had Baked Pork Ribs with apples for dinner and potatos and salad on the side.  Ohoh! &amp;amp; there was Mushroom soup.  A tad bit too creamy though... Hungry yet? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NluR3JEuB00/SVN_Pq9eOWI/AAAAAAAABBc/W1Rmv0P0twM/s1600-h/DSC01005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283706695042611554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NluR3JEuB00/SVN_Pq9eOWI/AAAAAAAABBc/W1Rmv0P0twM/s320/DSC01005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See.. Popo, 3rd aunt, mummy and diana jie jie enjoying their food so much they don't see me taking photo. Haiz... Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NluR3JEuB00/SVN-3i2zHuI/AAAAAAAABBU/eUKLtWAQViE/s1600-h/DSC01007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283706280550276834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NluR3JEuB00/SVN-3i2zHuI/AAAAAAAABBU/eUKLtWAQViE/s320/DSC01007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's waiting for cake!! Log cake! &amp;amp; the accompanied performance by my younger cousins. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NluR3JEuB00/SVN-3jioR3I/AAAAAAAABBM/RNwvhFR29h8/s1600-h/DSC01008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283706280734115698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NluR3JEuB00/SVN-3jioR3I/AAAAAAAABBM/RNwvhFR29h8/s320/DSC01008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No!!! Ice cream log cake is gone!!! :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, Merry Christmas y'all! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NluR3JEuB00/SVN-3RNtnUI/AAAAAAAABBE/eE58KSPxYhA/s1600-h/DSC01011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283706275814546754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NluR3JEuB00/SVN-3RNtnUI/AAAAAAAABBE/eE58KSPxYhA/s320/DSC01011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan is self entertained. While darryl was dancing. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anway, here's where I do my best to make you all jealous by showing you my christmas presents! Wahahahah! Evil Evelyn has emerged!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NluR3JEuB00/SVN-3dlEiTI/AAAAAAAABA8/M62P-RjQpAw/s1600-h/DSC01014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283706279133743410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NluR3JEuB00/SVN-3dlEiTI/AAAAAAAABA8/M62P-RjQpAw/s320/DSC01014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gettit? So be happy if I'm dating you. 'Coz I'm giving you a compliment. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NluR3JEuB00/SVN-3EanuyI/AAAAAAAABA0/gFtdNiq6eiU/s1600-h/DSC01016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283706272379026210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NluR3JEuB00/SVN-3EanuyI/AAAAAAAABA0/gFtdNiq6eiU/s320/DSC01016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perlin's Silver( correct right?)  bracelet. Bloody nice okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NluR3JEuB00/SVN-Py63UMI/AAAAAAAABAs/mmGTxoXpbsM/s1600-h/DSC01021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283705597667528898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NluR3JEuB00/SVN-Py63UMI/AAAAAAAABAs/mmGTxoXpbsM/s320/DSC01021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Set of four christmasy (lol..) earrings. Either from my 8th aunt or 7th aunt. :x paiseh. My memory is very bad. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NluR3JEuB00/SVN-PsVwinI/AAAAAAAABAk/VYRe4fNwRK4/s1600-h/DSC01020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283705595901282930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NluR3JEuB00/SVN-PsVwinI/AAAAAAAABAk/VYRe4fNwRK4/s320/DSC01020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another bracelet. But it's too big so now it's an anklet. lol.. Once again I'm unsure if this is from my 8th aunt or 7th aunt. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NluR3JEuB00/SVN-PuYjyvI/AAAAAAAABAc/suj5lcs1fFY/s1600-h/DSC01019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283705596449901298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NluR3JEuB00/SVN-PuYjyvI/AAAAAAAABAc/suj5lcs1fFY/s320/DSC01019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;r.. Piggy bank. People want me to save money but it's so small! :x Excuses excuses. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NluR3JEuB00/SVN-PeqCoOI/AAAAAAAABAU/nKV66eDc4Ys/s1600-h/DSC01018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283705592228258018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NluR3JEuB00/SVN-PeqCoOI/AAAAAAAABAU/nKV66eDc4Ys/s320/DSC01018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Books fron 6th aunt and 3rd aunt respectively... If I'm not wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NluR3JEuB00/SVN-PeAkmcI/AAAAAAAABAM/eM3xiMx2CV0/s1600-h/DSC01017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283705592054323650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NluR3JEuB00/SVN-PeAkmcI/AAAAAAAABAM/eM3xiMx2CV0/s320/DSC01017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Another pair of earings from my 2nd aunt. Kinda scared to wear it. 'coz the chain hurts. Damn hole in my ear is too small. Damn! :x&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well, that's all peeps. I'll be in malaysia till Sunday. Shall be in KL tomorrow and Sunday. So I'll try and update my blog but not promises kay. :) Anay, stay tuned! Alright. gotta go. Ciao! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;P.S. For those who are worried about my, Don't worry. No more cutting saga or what nonsense anymore. I'm gone here. So I won't torture myself. Kay? So don't worry. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-3740494938899548428?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/3740494938899548428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/3740494938899548428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2008/12/hey-guys-sup-im-currently-up-in-genting.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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/_NluR3JEuB00/SVN_QLtLPkI/AAAAAAAABBs/0cnEyX8vmfk/s72-c/DSC01002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-8921146902942095685</id><published>2008-12-25T20:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T21:00:03.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shining Stars, Warming Hearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NluR3JEuB00/SVN6i5RKDTI/AAAAAAAABAE/ocWSsCdDJRo/s1600-h/DSC00996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283701527742647602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 485px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 357px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NluR3JEuB00/SVN6i5RKDTI/AAAAAAAABAE/ocWSsCdDJRo/s400/DSC00996.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh.. My beloved shining STARS. But some are missing. Darn it. Oh well... :( The STARS are going out this Sunday. But I'll be in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm digressing. I'm supposed to be talking about the event 'Shining Stars, Warming Hearts' that was held at Kim Seng CC last Saturday. I was in charge of programmes hence I was constantly running up and down like an idiot. lol.. Was really tired by the time of the performance was over. Would say more but I gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, here's a music vid for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I Hate This Part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;- The Pussycat Dolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EREwldyMepM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EREwldyMepM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-8921146902942095685?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/8921146902942095685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/8921146902942095685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2008/12/shining-stars-warming-hearts.html' title='Shining Stars, Warming Hearts'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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/_NluR3JEuB00/SVN6i5RKDTI/AAAAAAAABAE/ocWSsCdDJRo/s72-c/DSC00996.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-4532854430826867408</id><published>2008-12-23T18:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T10:18:04.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; that's that. So we'll leave it at that.</title><content type='html'>Guess what? My gut feelings weren't wrong afterall. I was right all time along. I guess along the way I forgot he's just a boy. Nothing more. Nothing less. Irony: Mrs Yeow was talking about relantionships while Kimmy and I were talking about the different kind of guys and the proposed endings just yesterday. Ha.. You know, I really thought he'll be different. I guess I thought wrong and so did everyone else apparently. I've really debunked the saying that "distance makes the heart grow fonder" this time. But I guess if that makes him happy I guess I should be happy too. Or at least try to be. For him, maybe for myself? But I wish I could cry it all out but then I remember. I'm not the girl that mopes over every little thing. So here's to it. One tear is all I'll shed. And that's that. Nothing more. I don't need any sympathy. I'm not asking for any. I don't have the time to grief. No more deja vu. No more two year cycle. Twice is more than enough. So not this time. No more indulging time. Today will be the last. &amp;amp; that's that. It's over... ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;When &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;we look back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you'll see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;regrets...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'll feel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;No &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;emptiness...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;We'll remember,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;No &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;hatred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;memories...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When It All Falls Apart lyrics&lt;br /&gt;-The Veronicas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having the day from hell,&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't all going so well (before you came)&lt;br /&gt;And you told me you needed space,&lt;br /&gt;With a kiss on the side my face (not again)&lt;br /&gt;And not to mention (the tears I shed)&lt;br /&gt;But I should have kicked your (ass instead)&lt;br /&gt;I need intervention&lt;br /&gt;Attention to stop temptation to scream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause baby&lt;br /&gt;Everything is F-ed up straight from the heart&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what do you do, when it all falls apart&lt;br /&gt;Gotta pick myself up where do I start&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I can't turn to you when it all falls apart&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know where I parked my car&lt;br /&gt;Don't know who my real friends are (anymore)&lt;br /&gt;I put my faith in you&lt;br /&gt;What a stupid thing to do (when it rains it pours)&lt;br /&gt;And not to mention (I drank too much)&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling hung over (and out of touch)&lt;br /&gt;I need intervention&lt;br /&gt;Attention to stop temptation to scream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause baby&lt;br /&gt;Everything is F-ed up straight from the heart&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what do you do, when it all falls apart&lt;br /&gt;Gotta pick myself up where do I start&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I can't turn to you when it all falls apart&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can it be easier?&lt;br /&gt;Can I just change my life?&lt;br /&gt;Cause it just seems to go bad everytime&lt;br /&gt;Will I be mending?&lt;br /&gt;another one ending once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is F-ed up straight from the heart&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what do you do, when it all falls apart&lt;br /&gt;Gotta pick myself up where do I start&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I can't turn to you when it all falls apart&lt;br /&gt;No [x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falls apart&lt;br /&gt;Gotta pick myself up 'cause things are messed up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;P.S. Post on event "Shining Stars, Warming Hearts" and "Council Bonding Camp 'o8" shall be up soon. Tomorrow if possible. I need to be kept a busy woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. Sorry guys, If I was acting kinda wierd today. I couldn't stop smiling though. Is that good? Or bad? Sorry Kimmy. Was a little nuts today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So this is goodbye,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just like thi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Weren't you the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;who wanted this?&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/36675073-4532854430826867408?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/4532854430826867408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/4532854430826867408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2008/12/thats-that-so-well-leave-it-at-that.html' title='&amp; that&apos;s that. So we&apos;ll leave it at that.'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36675073.post-403004622624761637</id><published>2008-12-19T20:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T20:30:51.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I love WeiSheng!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He just saved my life! XD&lt;br /&gt;Wahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. Christmas party is tomorrow afternoon. So I need to be at Kim Seng CC by 9.30 tomorrow. That means I need to leave my house at 8.30 and wake up at 6.30. Don't ask me why I want to wake up so early. It's a habit. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, everyone else is down at the CC helping out with the decoration. Sorry WenBin that I'm not there. :x&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go for now. Still need to get everything ready for tomorrow. Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36675073-403004622624761637?l=silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/403004622624761637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36675073/posts/default/403004622624761637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silence-rhapsodized.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-love-weisheng-he-just-saved-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01713126823245290713</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></entry></feed>
