<?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-8401456243711142080</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:37:17.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's too late to look here.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' 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rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;My Dear, I've MOVED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onwards to my new el-jay, which is prolly 70% friend locked.&lt;br /&gt;Yeap.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://odd-definition.livejournal.com/"&gt;Click, love.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-8927947387058420892?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/8927947387058420892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=8927947387058420892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/8927947387058420892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/8927947387058420892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2009/05/215-and-so-it-ends.html' title='215 and so it ends'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-2221532582952445789</id><published>2009-05-06T21:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:03:00.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>214 Meme</title><content type='html'>As stolen from Ben's Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hey, my name is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zarifah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Never in my life have I: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Died properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The person who can drive me nuts is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;High school:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crescent Girls' School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When I’m nervous:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bite my lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The last song I listened to was:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I am a Girl- KISS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I were to get married right now my bridesmaid is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My hair is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the '60s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When I was 5:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading Encyclopaedia Britannica for Kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last Christmas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in New Zealand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I should be:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When I look down I see:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tablet PC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The happiest recent event was:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playwriting course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;By this time next year: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have a hard time understanding:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There’s this boy I know that: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is so cute he makes my day when he hands my bubble tea over to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You know I like you when:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I won an award, the first person I would tell would be: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Take my advice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The thing I want to buy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new pencilcase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you visited the place I was born:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll find the nurses in gowns and masks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I plan to visit:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you spent the night at my house:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'd share the sofa bed upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’d stop my wedding if:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was in a void deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The world could do without:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most recent thing I’ve bought myself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubble tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most recent thing someone else made me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night's dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Out of my friends:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azlynn is the most pervertic girl I've ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My favorite blonde is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little daughter Chernobyl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My favorite red head is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N/A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My favorite brunette is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoujo manga heroines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The funniest guy I know is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Markyc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whose company I miss the most: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly and Celestine's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The most talented is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I meet Yiruma I will tell him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Personal:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My middle name is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N/A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the morning I:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school two hours early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last night I was:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatting with a whole bunch of idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There’s this guy I know who:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't seem to get my message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I was an animal I’d be:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bird. Any bird that can fly high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A better name for me would be:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hana 'Alya, but I'll name my daughter that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tomorrow I am:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to have maths tutorial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tonight I am:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My birthday is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22nd April 1992.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm thinking of switching to an LJ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have lots to bitch about and Blogger is so open.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Link will be posted when I move over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Meme'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-6807309164347763512</id><published>2009-05-05T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T23:45:45.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>213 it sucks</title><content type='html'>I hate to say this, but it sucks to have you back in my life.&lt;br /&gt;It was fine when you were gone (or rather, when I kicked you out of it).&lt;br /&gt;At least you knew how to keep your distance.&lt;br /&gt;But now you're back and it's pissing the shit out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need your opinions.&lt;br /&gt;I don't need your exsistence in my life.&lt;br /&gt;It's screwed up enough, and I don't need you to mess it up even more.&lt;br /&gt;Just shut the fuck up, and ignore me for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Because I would gladly do the same.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, so what if I'm being fucking sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sensitive because I'm damn anal about the fact that I want you OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the past.&lt;div&gt;I know.&lt;br /&gt;I should get over it, just like the way I should get over the fact that I'm no longer in Crescent.&lt;br /&gt;Even though, like Crescent, you were a quite a large portion of my life.&lt;br /&gt;That I cannot deny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, just get out of my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-6807309164347763512?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/6807309164347763512/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-3842883413661506945</id><published>2009-05-01T19:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T19:10:43.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>212</title><content type='html'>Don't be sorry, because it's not your fault.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, we &lt;s&gt;could&lt;/s&gt; should make this &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-3842883413661506945?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/3842883413661506945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=3842883413661506945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/3842883413661506945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/3842883413661506945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2009/05/212.html' title='212'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-5880547836314662523</id><published>2009-04-28T19:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T20:22:14.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>211 When I feel like it.</title><content type='html'>I just felt like doing this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&gt;As stolen from Nabilah's Facebook!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW MUCH HAVE YOU CHANGED IN 5 YEARS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------5 years ago----------&lt;br /&gt;1. How old were you? – 12&lt;br /&gt;2. Where did you live? – The same place as now.&lt;br /&gt;3. Where did you go to school? – Hougang Primary.&lt;br /&gt;4. Where did you hang out? – In school, at Hougang point.&lt;br /&gt;5. Who was your best friend? – Nadiah and Raihan.&lt;br /&gt;6. Who was your favorite teacher? – Miss Neo&lt;br /&gt;7. Who was the most significant person you met? I forgot. :x&lt;br /&gt;8. When did you go to bed? – 9&lt;br /&gt;9. Did you have a birthday party? Yeap. We all skipped extra lessons for it :D&lt;br /&gt;10. Relationship status? – Single&lt;br /&gt;11. What was your favorite memory? Haha! A lot! But all of them are quite hazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------3 years ago----------&lt;br /&gt;1. How old were you? – 14&lt;br /&gt;2. Where did you live? – Same place.&lt;br /&gt;3. Where did you go to school? – Crescent Girls' School.&lt;br /&gt;4. Where did you hang out? – Orchard, Plaza Sing, Tiong Bahru.&lt;br /&gt;5. Who was your best friend? – Nadee!&lt;br /&gt;6. Who was your favorite teacher? Mr Seow!&lt;br /&gt;7. Who was the most significant person you met? IDK.&lt;br /&gt;8. When did you go to bed? Around 10.&lt;br /&gt;9. Did you have a birthday party? Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;10. Relationship status? Singple.&lt;br /&gt;11. What was your favorite memory? Doing stupid things with the squad! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;1. How old are you? 17&lt;br /&gt;2. Where doyou live? Same place&lt;br /&gt;3. Where do you go to school? Tampines Junior College&lt;br /&gt;4. Where do you hang out? School, Compass Point, Tampines Mall, Bubble tea shop.&lt;br /&gt;5. Who is your best friend? Nadee!&lt;br /&gt;6. Who is your favorite teacher? Not applicable.&lt;br /&gt;7. Who is the most significant person you’ve met? Heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;8. When do you go to bed? Around 11-12.&lt;br /&gt;9. Did you/are you going to have a birthday party? Nope. D:&lt;br /&gt;10. Relationship status? :O&lt;br /&gt;11. What is your favorite memory to date? LOTS LA. LOTS AND LOTS :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WERE YOU DOING...&lt;br /&gt;1 MINUTE AGO: Chatting with Jackie.&lt;br /&gt;1 HOUR AGO: Stoning on 34.&lt;br /&gt;1 DAY AGO: Stoning on the train.&lt;br /&gt;1 YEAR AGO: Dying on the train after NPCC?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last big car ride: Hahaha. Primary school. Nado's car.&lt;br /&gt;Last movie seen in theaters: Yes Man! :D&lt;br /&gt;Last food eaten: Pocky.&lt;br /&gt;Last person you texted/talked to on phone: Mel.&lt;br /&gt;Last CD played: Jason Mraz.&lt;br /&gt;Last thing drank: Meiji Chocolate Milk!&lt;br /&gt;Last text: Lol. Told you already (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHORT ANSWER&lt;br /&gt;I am: Zarifah&lt;br /&gt;I have: to study for chem test (yes, Nabilah, I agree), and do the cheat sheet, and do my reading log and discuss Skylight with Azlynn, Min Yee and Zac!&lt;br /&gt;I like: pink and chocolate milk.&lt;br /&gt;I wish: to have Audio-technica earphones. D:&lt;br /&gt;I dance: when I feel like it. (Yeah mannn!)&lt;br /&gt;I cry: when I read Shoujo manga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITES&lt;br /&gt;Number: 9 (Zomg, me too! :D)&lt;br /&gt;Color: PINKPINKPINK!&lt;br /&gt;Day: Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Month: February.&lt;br /&gt;Season: Winter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN THE LAST 2 DAYS, HAVE YOU...&lt;br /&gt;Cried? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Helped someone? Why of course.&lt;br /&gt;Gotten Sick? Yeah, sick of ____.&lt;br /&gt;Gone to the movies? NO! D:&lt;br /&gt;Said “I love you”? Yeap (:&lt;br /&gt;Written in a diary? No lol. Blog yes.&lt;br /&gt;Had a serious talk? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEST?&lt;br /&gt;1. Best Friend: Nadee!&lt;br /&gt;3. Best Age: 16 mann. Too bad I'm past it D:&lt;br /&gt;4. Best Memory(s): lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORST?&lt;br /&gt;1. Time Of Day: Super hyper early monring (when I just woke up).&lt;br /&gt;2. Day Of The Week: Thursday!&lt;br /&gt;3. Food: Ugh. Sick-looking stuff like sausages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY...&lt;br /&gt;1. What are you doing? This quiz, msning Jackie and a dead Ben.&lt;br /&gt;2. What are you wearing? A nightgown!&lt;br /&gt;3. Where are you? In my room.&lt;br /&gt;4. What did you eat for lunch? Air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW...&lt;br /&gt;1. Is: Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;2. Got any plans: Not really, besides school and Drama.&lt;br /&gt;3. Goal: To not die halfway through chem.&lt;br /&gt;4. Dislikes about tomorrow: Chem test! D:&lt;br /&gt;5. Likes about tomorrow: It starts at 9!!! :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AN AWESOME SENSE  OF ACHIEVEMENT, YEAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*skips off to study/to homework!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-5880547836314662523?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/5880547836314662523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=5880547836314662523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/5880547836314662523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/5880547836314662523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2009/04/211-when-i-feel-like-it.html' title='211 When I feel like it.'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-279716233109363096</id><published>2009-04-27T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T23:45:15.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>210 after a long break</title><content type='html'>My Seventeenth was fun (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves go out to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Akshaya&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Azlynn&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fatimah&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Terrina&lt;/span&gt; for the wonderful g-strings which are still in the box in my underwear drawer, untouched, the way it has been since I last touched it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chashna&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gaya&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spagetti&lt;/span&gt; who made it awesome with Poopoo, the Kungfu Panda movie and the garland, which is still entwined around Imarstephiqah's neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Afiqah&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Isaac&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mark&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; for Imarstephiqah who currently resides on my bed, in between Yuujirou and Mr Strawberry Moomoo as the Peacekeeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ben&lt;/span&gt;, who was (officially) the first person to wish me happy birthday, as &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mel&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kenny&lt;/span&gt; wished too early. Followed closely by the on-the-dot wishes from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;QZ &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XH&lt;/span&gt; (siblings with the exact same timing of sms, its just that XH's came in about half a minute after QZ's, I think), and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kelly&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, not forgetting everyone else who wished me! It would be quite difficult to put everyone's names here, so thank you for such an awesome day mannn. Even though you weren't there physically, you made my day. Whooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;TAG REPLIES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NURUL!&lt;/span&gt; I like my skins too :D YAY THANK YOU. Yay thank youuuu. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RP!&lt;/span&gt; YAY THANKIEW CHARLOTTE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MEL!&lt;/span&gt; It's okayyy. Yay Uniqlooooo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NABILAH!&lt;/span&gt; Hahahaha yeappp. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, we week turned out fine, with the exception of the few hiccups that we always have, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekends were a fenzy of homework (some of which still isn't completed) and studying (for the numerous tests I have this week), and Saturday was for &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nad&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Joseph&lt;/span&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;Since &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OS &lt;/span&gt;completely PSK-ed, I went to study with those two awesomes instead, and we ended up doing a 5x5 rubik's cube, watching magic tricks as performed by Joseph. In the end, the math he wanted to do was undone, and we got scolded by the librarian twice. Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very, very, very, very contented now. I wonder why :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made it awesome, yeah (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-279716233109363096?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/279716233109363096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=279716233109363096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/279716233109363096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/279716233109363096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2009/04/210-after-long-break.html' title='210 after a long break'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-7375693833942272682</id><published>2009-04-19T20:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T20:19:02.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>209 A sudden revelation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I DON'T HAVE TO GO FOR THE PIDATO THING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of thanks and love to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nabilah&lt;/span&gt; who wonderfully told me that it wasn't compulsory to go for the thing (:&lt;div&gt;Totally made my day, man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-7375693833942272682?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/7375693833942272682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=7375693833942272682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/7375693833942272682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/7375693833942272682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2009/04/209-sudden-revelation.html' title='209 A sudden revelation'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-924481122185933331</id><published>2009-04-19T07:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T08:01:20.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>208 In order to stop myself from being so pissed off.</title><content type='html'>90. First off, what is your name?&lt;br /&gt;Zarifah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. What did you do last night?&lt;br /&gt;MSN-ed with Mel and Kenny till I fell asleep on my tablet. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. Do you have a best friend that you can talk to 24/7?&lt;br /&gt;Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Do you have any siblings?&lt;br /&gt;1 brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. How many years apart is your mom and dad?&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Do you like someone?&lt;br /&gt;"Like" in a like-like way? No. If it's just like, then yes! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. What does the 7th message in your text inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;QZ: nothing?just bored after doing maths then his message came.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Who sits beside you in maths?&lt;br /&gt;In TPJ, Fatimah, Akshaya and Min Yee. In Crescent, Tabitha Gan!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Where is your dad right now?&lt;br /&gt;Upstairs in his room. Sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Do you burn incense?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Do you have a problem?&lt;br /&gt;Huh? With you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Who is the 5th person you got a missed call from?&lt;br /&gt;Fatimah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Closest purple object?&lt;br /&gt;(searches, searches) OH YEAH MY PURPLE CURTAINS! @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Closest silver object?&lt;br /&gt;Tablet keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Closest yellow object?&lt;br /&gt;Bedsheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Do you sing in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. What is bugging you right now?&lt;br /&gt;The fact that pidato (public speaking in malay)is going to be held on my birthday and I have to miss drama for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. How does your hair look right now?&lt;br /&gt;Like something from the '60s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Do you know all the words to the Star Spangled Banner?&lt;br /&gt;HUH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. When is the last time you said the pledge of allegiance?&lt;br /&gt;The national pledge? On friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. If you could kill someone, who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;The idiot who decided to dump pidato on my birthday. I am so going to pon it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Do you have any fears?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. What do you hear right now?&lt;br /&gt;Birds chirping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Do you like kangaroos?&lt;br /&gt;Yeap. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Can you roll your tongue?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. What are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;National day t-shirt and orange gym pants. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Who was the last person to message you?&lt;br /&gt;Mel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Do you like emo kids?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Screamo or Country?&lt;br /&gt;Screamo feels nice on my tongue (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Rock or Rap?&lt;br /&gt;ROCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Polka or Disco?&lt;br /&gt;Eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Flying or Driving?&lt;br /&gt;Flying. If I drive I will crash into anything and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Who last called you?&lt;br /&gt;Joseph! To ask if I was free for a movvveyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Was your Valentine’s day nice?&lt;br /&gt;Uh not really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. What are you doing now?&lt;br /&gt;Doing this quiz because I am pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Who was the last person you said I love you to?&lt;br /&gt;Ash! I think! Or Chashna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Would you die for someone?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Would you date anyone from your work?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even working yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Do long distance relationships work?&lt;br /&gt;No idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Do you have any pet peeves?&lt;br /&gt;Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Do you have to pee right now?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. When did you last talk to one of your siblings?&lt;br /&gt;Last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Going to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Do you worry about getting older?&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Have you ever had an ingrown toenail?&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Do you pick your scabs?&lt;br /&gt;Uhhhhhhh. Yeah. But only when I'm really bored .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Ever drink your blood?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Do your bandaids have cartoons on them?&lt;br /&gt;When I was 10?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Do you bite your nails?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Do you wax you eyebrows?&lt;br /&gt;HUH? Ouch. No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you check CelebPox.com for celebrity gossip?&lt;br /&gt;I have Gaga for that =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you have a jar where you keep your loose change?&lt;br /&gt;Lol JAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Do you own a pogo stick?&lt;br /&gt;I want one T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Ever gone a whole day without eating?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Do you own ripped jeans?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What makes you mad?&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh I can't be bothered to type this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What would you do if you found out that you were adopted?&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you when I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Are you jealous a lot of the time?&lt;br /&gt;Huh? For what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you use a calendar or day planner to schedule everything on?&lt;br /&gt;My phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Are you OCD?&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you have ADD?&lt;br /&gt;No. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you have low self esteem?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Who can make you laugh during the hardest time?&lt;br /&gt;OS! Especially the bickering between Jackie and Ben, and Ben and QZ, and when everyone bullies Jackie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What was the last thing you watched on TV?&lt;br /&gt;Uhhhhh. UHHHHHHH. I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. When was the last time you had professional pictures taken?&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Have you done a whitening treatment on your teeth?&lt;br /&gt;I think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What is your favorite movie?&lt;br /&gt;The Day After Tomorrow. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Who do you love?&lt;br /&gt;My friends and family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What is playing on your MP3 player right now?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing. It's half-spoilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What holiday is your birthday closest to?&lt;br /&gt;Good Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What’s your favorite drink?&lt;br /&gt;Milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you own any big sunglasses?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Bed sheet color?&lt;br /&gt;Pink with yellow stripes and orange bunnies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Ever encountered a shark?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Has anyone ever sang or played for you personally?&lt;br /&gt;Awww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Have you ever bungee jumped?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Where was the last place you went besides your house?&lt;br /&gt;AMK hub to grab a tiny bite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What’s the first thing you notice about the same sex?&lt;br /&gt;Height. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Is it hard to express your feelings to someone?&lt;br /&gt;Not really. I'm pretty frank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Why are people such self-centered beings?&lt;br /&gt;Because they suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Are you sad?&lt;br /&gt;YES ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Are you happy?&lt;br /&gt;YES (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Favorite day of the year?&lt;br /&gt;22nd April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever licked someones cheek?&lt;br /&gt;WTF? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Watched all Spiderman movies?&lt;br /&gt;Yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What are you looking forward to?&lt;br /&gt;@_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Favorite Lucky Charms Marshmallow?&lt;br /&gt;Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you ever ridden in a limo?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you want to get married?&lt;br /&gt;Yes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-924481122185933331?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/924481122185933331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=924481122185933331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/924481122185933331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/924481122185933331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2009/04/208-in-order-to-stop-myself-from-being.html' title='208 In order to stop myself from being so pissed off.'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-5028215464343319565</id><published>2009-04-19T07:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T07:26:40.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>207 The worst shit.</title><content type='html'>Major news!!!&lt;br /&gt;It's so ultimately ghey and retarded and annoying and HALP!!!&lt;br /&gt;I AM GOING TO DIE FROM THIS!!!!!11!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There just has to be a retarded event that falls on my birthday almost every year.&lt;br /&gt;In sec 2 it was promos.&lt;br /&gt;In sec 4 it was oral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NOW, LO AND BEHOLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;22ND APRIL WILL ALSO SEE THE WONDERFUL INTER-CLASS PUBLIC SPEAKING IN MALAY EVENT IN MY SCHOOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOY. WHOO HOO.&lt;br /&gt;Hours of sitting in the near-freezing conditions of LT4 (which also happens to be rumoured to be haunted), &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;missing drama&lt;/span&gt; and impossibly dying from it, listening to hours and hours of ramblings in malay and possibly dozing off halfway and irjgosiejoigjosejgon D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might end up just damn pissed off because I prolly won't be able to understand half the stuff they'll be saying. JOY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaaaahhhh T____T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-5028215464343319565?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/5028215464343319565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=5028215464343319565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/5028215464343319565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/5028215464343319565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2009/04/207-worst-shit.html' title='207 The worst shit.'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-2711784617980128008</id><published>2009-04-18T08:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T08:44:05.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>206 This is what they call a Quick Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;TAG REPLIES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MT&lt;/span&gt;: HI PMT! I'm fine. How are youuu?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nurul!&lt;/span&gt;: OMFG I'm insane nowadays luhhh. And my hair is not smooth unless I comb it like 8328592751986 times D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Azalea&lt;/span&gt;: HI! ME NEITHER. BUT I WILL BE COMING FOR SPEECH DAY TODAY :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay rushrushrush.&lt;br /&gt;I think Friday was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Retarded pics will go up on Facebook when I am not so lazy.&lt;br /&gt;fhglshdijselodjhlojlosj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY YUUJIROU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/SekgUoEVciI/AAAAAAAAAl0/5Qf5sMGJFwg/s1600-h/DSC00618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/SekgUoEVciI/AAAAAAAAAl0/5Qf5sMGJFwg/s400/DSC00618.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325823573067395618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuujirou + Bobo. How cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy bear is now 1!!!&lt;br /&gt;He was a gift from my two beloved &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ce.Ke.Za&lt;/span&gt; loves &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kelly&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Celestine&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;He saw me through some really hard times, and was my &lt;s&gt;punching bag&lt;/s&gt; and shoulder to cry on.&lt;br /&gt;HE IS MY BED BUDDY! He has spent his year-long life on my bed. :O&lt;br /&gt;And not to forget, he is what Celestine calls something like a Output of Love from them?&lt;br /&gt;As Kirou and Yuuki are an Output of Love from me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;THANK YOU CELES, THANK YOU KEL :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Yuujirou :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn, I was typing damn fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay fine, now I have to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rushrushrush (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;/edit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DAMN I MISS THOSE TWO BELOVEDS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kelly, Celes, I really hope you two have been walking non-crookedly up slopes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially Celes. Don't sleep during lectures/tutorials, okay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have to go out, damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have to! We have to! We have to!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-2711784617980128008?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/2711784617980128008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=2711784617980128008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/2711784617980128008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/2711784617980128008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2009/04/206-this-is-what-they-call-quick-post.html' title='206 This is what they call a Quick Post'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/SekgUoEVciI/AAAAAAAAAl0/5Qf5sMGJFwg/s72-c/DSC00618.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-3901698400743709393</id><published>2009-04-14T05:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T06:08:03.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>206 A randomly pointless post to start the day</title><content type='html'>I woke up at 3 am today and chionged homework.&lt;br /&gt;Well, not really.&lt;br /&gt;More like, supposed to wake up at 3, but I pressed the snooze button like, 5 times and only woke up properly at 4.&lt;br /&gt;Showered, and bloody comb my hair for damn long.&lt;br /&gt;My arms hurt.&lt;br /&gt;But hey, at least my hair is like, smooth @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Okayshutupzeeshutup&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY ANOTHER DAY.&lt;br /&gt;Today I have free period x 2, PE x 2, Lit x 2, Bio x 3, free period x 2, Chem x 2, free period x 2 and malay x 3.&lt;br /&gt;WAAAAHHHH MALAY T_T&lt;br /&gt;WWAAAHHHH SO MANY FREE PERIODS.&lt;br /&gt;And I end at 5.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go IKEA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am getting tied of routinely life.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a zombie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZZOOMMMMBIEEE ZZZOOOMMMMMBBBIIIEEEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-is shot-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8 more days&lt;/span&gt; @_@&lt;br /&gt;Even if You Can't Be Seventeen Forever, but please let me be 16 forever.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm but you can be 17 Again right?&lt;br /&gt;Because who says you're only young once?&lt;br /&gt;o_O&lt;br /&gt;iamnotmakinganysenseami????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-3901698400743709393?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/3901698400743709393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=3901698400743709393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/3901698400743709393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/3901698400743709393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2009/04/206-randomly-pointless-post-to-start.html' title='206 A randomly pointless post to start the day'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-7525232506330275308</id><published>2009-04-12T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T23:38:43.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>205 Consider us lucky</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I am getting piano lessons!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, finally.&lt;br /&gt;I think if my 11-year-old self were to hear about this, she would be damn sad because it took her 6 years to actually get piano lessons.&lt;br /&gt;My parents are jokingly considering a baby grand.&lt;br /&gt;I don't see why not. There's space for it, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;10 more days to 22nd April.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cough. My earphones broke. Cough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-7525232506330275308?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/7525232506330275308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=7525232506330275308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/7525232506330275308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/7525232506330275308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2009/04/205-consider-us-lucky.html' title='205 Consider us lucky'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-1869214248063131742</id><published>2009-04-11T11:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T16:39:09.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>204 Awesome, We are (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PL&lt;/span&gt; [Kenny]: 83/103 (186)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;KOOK&lt;/span&gt; [Nad]: 49/58 (107)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;QUEEN&lt;/span&gt; [Mel]: 68/64 (132)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PG&lt;/span&gt; [Zee]: 50/75 (125)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PCK&lt;/span&gt; [Ben]: 68/47 (115)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CKP&lt;/span&gt; [Jackie]: 95/123 (218)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HAMDSOR&lt;/span&gt; [QZ]: 53/26 (79)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, OSG's Bowling Epic Phail Awards go to:&lt;br /&gt;KOOK and HAMDSOR!&lt;br /&gt;The rest, please do remember to come up with forfeits for the two of them to do (:&lt;br /&gt;Please do remember that it has to be of decent content, rated NC-15 and below, and contains no obscene sexual/gore/spasmistic situations, thank you(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESCAPE + BOWLING + SUSHI +ARCADE! On 10042009!&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome shit, definitely.&lt;br /&gt;Yes Mel, Escape was lame, because the rides that were available were oh-so-tame.&lt;br /&gt;With the exception of the haunted house. Gawd, that was the retarded killer of them all la.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone screamed for freaking no reason, and QZ was walking so fast, my legs were dying.&lt;br /&gt;I was genuinely scared, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;BUT WHATEVER. MOVING ON.&lt;br /&gt;QZ can beg to differ about the Pirate ship thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh seeing everyone was awesome la.&lt;br /&gt;And that stupid wheel just had to give us a "Thank You" and a "Have a Nice Day".&lt;br /&gt;I can bet to hell it's not Singaporean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOWLING WAS MORE AWESOME OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;It was good because we all (with the exception of Kenny and Jackie) were very novice-ly good in bowling. Whooo.&lt;br /&gt;Played two games. By the second game, everyone was complaining of hunger.&lt;br /&gt;And then, still have the cheek to consider riding the freaking ferris wheel la. Well done.&lt;br /&gt;And Jackie was spasming all the way, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nad had to leave after that.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;So she didn't get to sushi with us D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At HeiSushi, we got free teriyaki chicken dons with lots and lots of onions.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... Ben, my guess is that after &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;, you don't wanna eat onions or green tea anymore huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The arcade.&lt;br /&gt;Silent Hill was ultra draggy. And we got like, 164 + 75 tickets!&lt;br /&gt;Can get more yoyos! Joy!!&lt;br /&gt;Ben was stoning throughout la. Wtf.&lt;br /&gt;Made me so freaked out, because when someone who's always insanely hyper and retarded to the extent that you want to behead him/her suddenly becomes quiet and dao for some reason, it's weird, RIGHT???&lt;br /&gt;We all liked the spider game and the game that involves the throwing of balls.&lt;br /&gt;Ball Mania? Ahh, whatever it was, it was retarded, but damn, the machine practically spat out tickets sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YES MEL TAPTAP IS AWESOMEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;But as like everything else, I suck at it, so too bad ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broke curfew after all that. Like duh.&lt;br /&gt;But it was totally worth it. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-1869214248063131742?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/1869214248063131742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=1869214248063131742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/1869214248063131742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/1869214248063131742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2009/04/204-awesome-we-are.html' title='204 Awesome, We are (:'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-8730563815869814119</id><published>2009-04-05T20:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T20:15:39.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>203 The Melancholy of Zee</title><content type='html'>It's been more than one week since Toradora! ended, and I'm still like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WAHH!!! I WANT MORE DAMNIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, Toradora! fanfictions aren't enough in number to satisfy me, and Zaf and I are hoping, praying for an OVA, or a special, something, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt;, to continue the freakingly awesome series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damndamndamn, why did it have to stop now?&lt;br /&gt;I r damn bored, and I've watched the last episode like 493859479 times already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-is shot-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Back to RL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiruma is awesome shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rhN7SG-H-3k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&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/rhN7SG-H-3k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;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;Damndamndamn, I need to learn piano properly.&lt;br /&gt;Enough of printing out score after score, sitting at my &lt;s&gt;electric&lt;/s&gt; piano and playing them and making shit out of it.&lt;br /&gt;Enough of changing/adding chords to some songs just because I freaking cannot play the left hand bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED A PIANO TEACHER.&lt;br /&gt;I NEED A PROPER PIANO.&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO TELL MY PARENTS THAT I CANNOT TEACH MYSELF HOW TO PLAY THE PIANO BECAUSE I AM NOT MOZART OR BEETHOVEN OR EVEN YIRUMA, FOR THAT MATTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop procrastinating.&lt;br /&gt;I need to start thinking about what I really want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-8730563815869814119?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/8730563815869814119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=8730563815869814119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/8730563815869814119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/8730563815869814119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2009/04/203-melancholy-of-zee.html' title='203 The Melancholy of Zee'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-7863976065004779085</id><published>2009-04-04T23:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T11:41:15.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>202 saturday~</title><content type='html'>Newspaper collection for the Dover Park Hospice was today.&lt;br /&gt;It was hard to drag my lazy arse out of bed, and it took 3 alarms and lots of self-will. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after a tiring morning, I went to meet Ben, Mel, QZ and Jackie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was especially nice to see Mel again :D&lt;br /&gt;Because when there's too much change around you, a constant is definitely loved.&lt;br /&gt;(Not that Mel isn't loved everyday, she IS :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went arcade-ing! Finally got to play Time Crisis. But I didn't even get past the 1st stage this time round.&lt;br /&gt;Other than that and racing (of which I sucked terribly at), basketball (those who share the same SPE class as me would see very obviously that I absolutely suck at it), we also played a whole bunch of whacking games (the kind where you whack hippos, etc to gain points), and got 24 tickets. Redeemed a yoyo with 22 of them, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The yoyo's our twin. Kinda. I guess. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/Sdd7caDonII/AAAAAAAAAls/M-HcY1OxfW8/s1600-h/DSC00092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/Sdd7caDonII/AAAAAAAAAls/M-HcY1OxfW8/s400/DSC00092.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320857212722650242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QZ + Yoyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/Sdd7ca4zSqI/AAAAAAAAAlk/TJDGoyCz7lY/s1600-h/DSC00093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/Sdd7ca4zSqI/AAAAAAAAAlk/TJDGoyCz7lY/s400/DSC00093.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320857212945648290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben + Yoyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/Sdd7cEzrS2I/AAAAAAAAAlc/wwwJMq9ejZ4/s1600-h/DSC00094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/Sdd7cEzrS2I/AAAAAAAAAlc/wwwJMq9ejZ4/s400/DSC00094.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320857207018572642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackie + Yoyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/Sdd7bPZDs_I/AAAAAAAAAlU/cM1BQwMwqwQ/s1600-h/DSC00095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/Sdd7bPZDs_I/AAAAAAAAAlU/cM1BQwMwqwQ/s400/DSC00095.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320857192679846898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zee + Yoyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went studying after arcade-ing.&lt;br /&gt;Or more like, tutoring Ben and watching vids of &lt;s&gt;xxxx&lt;/s&gt; and trying very hard to ignore Jackie's and Qz's constant blabbering about AMaths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR LEE TB I AM SO SORRY FOR NOT GETTING AN A FOR AMATHS AND I WOULD TOTALLY RETAKE AMATHS O LEVEL IF I WERE THAT STUPID AND FREE, but the thought of having to touch Differentiation and Integration after a long while of abstinence just scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny how people change in a blink of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;Just this morning (and for the last seventeen years, I must say), you insisted that I do not &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;merayap&lt;/span&gt; (wander/slack/hang out outside) and be home early, like 3 or even before. But I came back with a fully-charged phone, a change of clothes, no fully-formed excuses in my head, and at 7pm, but you didn't even say a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think maybe I've pushed my limits a little too far this time, but you know what? I'm glad that I did whatever nonsense I have done in my life because that way, I get my space and you get yours.&lt;br /&gt;I think maybe you've given up on me.&lt;br /&gt;But now, I think maybe you're just finally giving me room to stretch out my wings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-7863976065004779085?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/7863976065004779085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=7863976065004779085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/7863976065004779085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/7863976065004779085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2009/04/201-saturday.html' title='202 saturday~'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/Sdd7caDonII/AAAAAAAAAls/M-HcY1OxfW8/s72-c/DSC00092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-7049615150132588614</id><published>2009-03-30T20:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T20:38:50.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>201 Mahhh name!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What does my name say about me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A : You like to drink.&lt;br /&gt;B : You like people.&lt;br /&gt;C : You are rather silly.&lt;br /&gt;D : One in a million.&lt;br /&gt;E : Unbelievably great in bed.&lt;br /&gt;F : You are dead sexy.&lt;br /&gt;G : You never let people tell you what to do.&lt;br /&gt;H : You are Quirky.&lt;br /&gt;I : Great In Bed.&lt;br /&gt;J : People Adore you.&lt;br /&gt;K : You're wild and crazy.&lt;br /&gt;L : Unbelievably great in bed.&lt;br /&gt;M : Best kisser ever.&lt;br /&gt;N : You like to drink.&lt;br /&gt;O : Awesome kisser.&lt;br /&gt;P : You are popular with all types of people.&lt;br /&gt;Q : You are a hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;R: Unbelievably great in bed.&lt;br /&gt;S : Easy to fall in love with.&lt;br /&gt;T : You're loyal to those you love.&lt;br /&gt;U : You really like to chill.&lt;br /&gt;V : You are not judgemental.&lt;br /&gt;W : You are very broad minded.&lt;br /&gt;X : You never let people tell you what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Y : Best boy/girlfriend any one can ask for.&lt;br /&gt;Z : You really like to chill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; : Easy to fall in love with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; : Great In Bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt; : You're loyal to those you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; : Great In Bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt; : You really like to chill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; : You like to drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;: Unbelievably great in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; : Great In Bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt; : You are dead sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;: You like to drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt; : You are Quirky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel, look, I r extremely great in bed. Yay. Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayyy moving on, I got my hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, at last, a freaking hair cut that I have been wanting since like, forever.&lt;br /&gt;It's damn short because I told my mum to just chop it all off.&lt;br /&gt;As a result, I look like Velma from Scooby Doo.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Like that.&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine, because I can't be bothered to post any pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel happy.&lt;br /&gt;My ponytail was like, killing me.&lt;br /&gt;It was too long, and too hard to take care of.&lt;br /&gt;And when I ran, it sloshed from side to side.&lt;br /&gt;HYYYYYPERRR IRRITATING SIA.&lt;br /&gt;And I hate bunning it up.&lt;br /&gt;So it just had to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been mistaken for a P6 &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;: Yeah, there's now there's this flu season huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Zee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;: Yup, my class has been hit pretty badly by it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;: Your class? Which Secondary school are you from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Zee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;: I'm not in Secondary school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lady&lt;/span&gt;: Then? Primary 6?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Zee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;: (is almost bursting inside) Uhm no, JC1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;: (blinks a few times before looking at me properly) Oh! I see! Which JC? SRJC?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Zee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;: Nope. Tampines JC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;: (looking at me as though she's just seen me for the first time, not for the past 2 weeks) But you look so young! Like possibly even Primary 6 or lower sec!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like grabbing the eyeballs out of these kind of people.&lt;br /&gt;I should show them what I can do.&lt;br /&gt;Like, seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-7049615150132588614?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/7049615150132588614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=7049615150132588614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/7049615150132588614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/7049615150132588614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2009/03/201-mahhh-name.html' title='201 Mahhh name!'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-5126710145914718668</id><published>2009-03-28T18:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T19:14:33.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>200 Post number two hundred. Epic. Very.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;ZOMFGWTFBBQ! IT'S MY 200TH POST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I changed my blogskin for that.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to make a really nice one, but I was too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;Opened GIMP, started editing a bunch of images to use, and then...&lt;br /&gt;Lost interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. Okay whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;HALF AN HOUR MORE TO EARTH HOUR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I haven't cooked dinner yet. Zomfg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gory details about my flu/bronchitis underneath so just turn away and keep scrolling down if you don't like :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nose bled last night.&lt;br /&gt;I had a fever. I have no idea how many degrees it was because I lost the thermometer.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the nose bleed was epic la. I instantly remembered the conversation I had with Atikah and Zach about nosebleeds:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Atikah:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; You know ah, in dramas, why do some guys nosebleed when they see a girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Zee:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Erm. It's because they get excited when they see the girl. Then erm, their body temperature rises and... Zach, can you explain? =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Atikah:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; How come can get nosebleed one? You don't get nosebleeds when you have a fever, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Zach:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; They are sexually aroused when they see the girl. That's why got nosebleed one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Atikah:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Zee:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; *talks about the biology of a man when he is aroused*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Atikah:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; O_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atikah is too cute la :3&lt;div&gt;Must save people like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to the gory details of my supposed broncihitis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sneezed out blood this morning, and just now.&lt;br /&gt;And I coughed up blood.&lt;br /&gt;And I ate 3 packets of Oreos and and 4 glasses of ice-cold milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the blood is due to the nosebleed. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;I can still talk and breathe fine.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe I can't talk fine.&lt;br /&gt;Because my voice is like, 2 octaves lower or something due to the phlegm and my sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;AND TORADORA ENDED NICELY. VERY NICELY. EPICLY NICELY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kissing scene was epic and oh-so very rich.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how Taiga actually manages to say "once more" so many times without erm... getting impossibly embarrased?&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder what that kissing session led to, which they didn't show in the episode...&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, you see la.&lt;br /&gt;Azlynn's influence is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Makes me see the 2nd meaning of everything.&lt;br /&gt;And think funny thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. EARTH HOUR VERY SOON. 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Very.'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-8337530797304890677</id><published>2009-03-24T03:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T05:25:44.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>199 What everyone needs in life</title><content type='html'>Is a &lt;s&gt;little&lt;/s&gt; Lot of Love ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memes/Surveys, as per tagged by beloveds Nurul and Mel :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What did you go to bed thinking about last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, please, please give me a fever and worsen my cough when I wake up, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;please&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;When was the last time you laughed a lot? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GQ the other day. I forgot which day though. I was practically rolling all over the floor. It was uncontrollable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Do you like the movie Balto? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike Nurul, I'm not proactive enough to wiki it so I'll just go &lt;br /&gt;"WTF IS THAAAAT???!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Any drama in your life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not enough, that's why I told myself I HAD TO JOIN DRAMA IN JC. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Has anyone seen you in your underwear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad and brother, last night. I WAS HAVING SOME ME TIME AND THEY SHOULD HAVE THE DECENCY TO KNOCK BEFORE THEY COME IN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;When was the last time you had a real smile on your face?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides while laughing? I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Do you have any close friends of the opposite sex? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What do you think about hippos? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're cute only in cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Your thoughts on mohawks? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depends on what kind of head it's on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Do you have a crazy side? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know me at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Have you ever kissed someone at school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. I r a kissing virgin. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Do you have unlimited texting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Omg nurul yours made me laugh! HAHAHA) It'll just be wasted on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;When was the last time you were in a Wal-Mart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. Erm. Does watching a documentary on Wal-Mart count? If it doesn't then nevarr. Like Nurul said, we don't have 'em here in SG, we have GIANT, Carrefour, and NTUC. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What was the last thing someone borrowed from you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post-its that wasn't returned. And my beloved eraser that has been tossed around to no end. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What color is the closest doorknob? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRONZE TOO. My house is &lt;s&gt;wooden&lt;/s&gt; country-style. UGH. AND CRESCENTIAN YELLOW. &lt;s&gt;UGH&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Currently listening to anything? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavenly Days by Aragaki Yui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Do you own anything embarrassing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm. &lt;s&gt;A collection of Daniel Radcliffe magazine cut-outs and newspaper clippings.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Have you ever sat on a rooftop and just stared at the stars?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. But nowadays I just see the sky from my window, and wonder if I should step out and sit on the ledge and &lt;s&gt;look suicidal&lt;/s&gt; :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Who's on your mind right now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone I'm not supposed to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Have you been on the computer so long that your butt's numb? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, because I'll just lie down. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You get to be an animal for the day. Which animal do you choose to be? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(was about to type Giraffe because my name tells me I'm one but decided against) A FALCON. Because I want to be a bird but just to be specific and support my house, I'd be a Falcon. That way, I can just soar higghhhhhh and FREEEE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What was the last drink you had? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plain water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Currently craving anything? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone I'm not supposed to be craving for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What's your favorite website? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook, MangaFox and oneofthemnow.bs! :D Yay nurul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Do you label other people? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only when I've known the person and they deserve the fucking label.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Do you need to clean your room? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Why don't you see it for yourself. FOR ONCE, it's clean. I was forced to clean it during hols. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What was the last thing you said you'd do, but didn't? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study for profiling &lt;s&gt;again&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;In the past month, have you gained weight, lost weight, or stayed the same? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gain and lose everytime I have PE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What's on your wish list this year? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One. Just one. Just one I really, really, really want. But I know I cannot have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Do you play any sports?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really. Balls piss me off, and I love running but I'm not good at it anymore. As for taekwondo, well, I'm not really going for it anymore. I keep telling myself "next week, I'll go", but when it comes, I'm either asleep or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Favorite hair color on the opposite sex? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kind of brown that you only see in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Are you constantly texting? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, that's why unlimited smses will be totally wasted on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Do you ever text while driving?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't drive, ever. It leaves a carbon footprint the size of a woolly mammoth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Do you go to church?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, for some reason, they freak me out. But I go to a mosque every Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What's the closest pink object to you&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;(AWW NURUL T_T) Earphones for me too! Which are connected to my very pink handphone. Wait, I'm wearing pink pajamas too. I think I'm the only idiot my age who still wears pajamas like mine. You should see them. You'll flip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Do you recycle? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always tell myself I will but in the end, everything ends up in the dustbin @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Are you currently awaiting a phone call/text/email? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, but it never comes. Where did my initiative go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What was the last gift you received? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My handphone, an early birthday present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Are you hungry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, kind of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. Who is your best girl friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2. If someone were to tell you they like you right now, would you care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(agrees with mel) Yes, I would care. But it depends on who's the one who's saying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3. Do you still talk to the person you fell hardest for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, but it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4. Where did you last sleep other than your house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Zealand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5. Do you have a best friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See #1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;6. Do you smoke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Nevar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;7. Do you remember what you were like when you were a kid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was guai, I was pretty, I lived up to my name, and my parents loved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8. Can you vote for the next election?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prolly. It's next year, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;9. What are you listening to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make it Mine- Jason Mraz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;10. When will your next kiss be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See first quiz, #5 or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;11. Who do you want to see right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yay mel wants to see me!) Lots of people too, I guess. Like Nurul, Mel, Kelly, Celestine, Joseph, Dhanu, Hazzie, QZ, Ben...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;12. Ever have a sleepover with the opposite sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does my brother count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;13. When did your last hug take place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;14. Do you date smart people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. But crazy people are cool to date too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;15. Where were you at 2:02pm this afternoon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In school, sitting in J202 wondering what shit would be coming out for Bio profiling and hoping that my brain will not be running away with my nose, which was, and still is, dripping like a faucet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;16. What does the last text in your phone says?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I realised that I haven't replied Mel's reply to that text. So I shall. Yes, they are fine :D) Kai Wen: Sure on [;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;17. Do you use smiley faces on the computer a lot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap. Stuff like my D-mans, :D and D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;18. Have you ever changed clothes in a vehicle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH. ITS FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;19. Who did you last eat with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKHSHAYAAAAAA~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;20. Do you text alot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last freaking time, NO. That's why unlimited is wasted on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;21. How old will you be in 13 months?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be 18 and 2 days :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;22. When is the last time you tattooed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;23. If you like that person will you talk about your feelings or hide them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hiding them now. But I usually tell. I can't keep this sort of thing inside. But now, I have to make an exception and keep the fucking shit in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;24. Do you wear glasses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;25. What are you looking forward to in the next month?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY BIRTHDAY, YOU DOOFUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;26. Will you talk to the person you like tonight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the phone? I always want to, but once I take the cordless in my hands, I just fling it aside again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;27. What color shirt are you wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink pajamas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;28. Do you have a reason to smile right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really. I have a half-cold and my brain is dripping out of my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;29. If you won a lot of money on the lottery, what would you buy first ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, I'd get A NEW TPC. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;30. Who was the last person of the opposite sex you had a conversation with? What was it about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken Kiat and Daniel. About Lit notes and how I don't have change to pay for it. LOL. In the end, Daniel owed me 30 cents. I have no idea how. I forgot. I think I wanted to change $2 with him but he was short. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;31. Who was driving the last car you were in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;32. Who was the last person that called you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;33. What are you craving right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN IT! Someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;34. What if you married the last person you kissed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what? Just as long I don't end up divorcing him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;35. What are you excited about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much. Toradora's last episode, I guess. AND DRAMA NEXT WEDNESDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;36. Ever kissed your number 1 on facebook?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;37. When was the last time you cried? And why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up and realised something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;38. Ever kissed someone who's name starts with an A?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M A KISSING VIRGIN YOU FUCKTARD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;39. Is there one person who can make you feel better no matter what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't found the person yet, but I'm pretty sure there is, somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;40. Last person you hugged?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMESHAAA~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;41. What were you doing at 2:00 am last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awake, and sneezing. And debating whether to on my tablet or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;42. Have you cried today ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, goddamnit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;43. What bed did you sleep in last night ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own. It's my second skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;44. Are you currently frustrated with a girl/guy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;45. Ever talked to someone that was high?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, unless I talk to myself, which I do only when I'm really retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;46. Does it snow where you live?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;47. When is the next time you will see your grandma?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT WEEK! I hope. Damn, I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;48. Have you kissed or hugged someone today ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuujirou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;49. Will you be married in the next two years ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;THAT WOULD BE COOL. BUT EVERYONE WOULD BE THINKING I'M DOING SHOTGUN. LOLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;50. Have you ever wanted someone you thought that you couldn't have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHUT THE FUCK UP LA! YES, OKAY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;51. Are you in a relationship, single, complicated, married, or engaged?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technically, I'm single, but I have a GF (Steph), and a husband (Joseph). So basically, I'm complicated. Okay, cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;52. How have you felt today ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick. My brain is dripping out of my nose. And I need to scratch my oesophagus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;53. Do you like your name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nickname yes, the jap translation of my name, yes. My actual name? Only half of it, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;54. Are you happy at the moment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pissed off at this quiz because I'VE DECIDED TO GIVE UP ON THE GUY SO DON'T ASK ME ANYMORE FUCKING QUESTIONS RELATED TO HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;55. What were you doing at 10:00pm last night ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(OMG MEL, WE BEAT GENOSIS AND PURERMILK ALREADY???) Sleeping. I slept at 9. Too sick to do anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;56. Last person who drove you somewhere(besides your parents) ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. YEAH. THE BUS DRIVER ON 854.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;57. Ever kissed someone in a closet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;58. Do you live alone ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucking wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;59. Do you have a friend of the opposite sex that you can talk to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;60. Are you crazy ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;61. Who was the last person to call you babe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhshaya. She calls me lady too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;62. How has this past week been for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;63. Last thing you drank ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;64. Do you believe that every thing happens for a reason?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;65. Could you ever forgive a cheater?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;66. If you were reincarnated as a sea creature, what would you want to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;A sea urchin&lt;/s&gt;. A PLANKTON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;67. What do you normally order when you're at McDonald's?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filet-o-fish with MORE tartar sauce. And if there's McCafe and I have tons of money, Himalayan Tea Latte :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;68. Last book you read?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skylight by David Hare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;69. Describe your mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick. Of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;70. Describe the last time you were injured?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;71. Of all your friends, who would you want to be stuck in a well with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph. For a reason, I'd be very happy to be stuck in a well with him. Or Mel, yeap. We'll just crap the whole day in there and I won't want to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;72. Rock concert or symphony?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROCK CONCERT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;73. Do you like taking the MRT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS IT, DAMN. I miss my social experiments on the train!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;74. If you could only use a form of transportation, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;75. Whats your favorite kind of cake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHOCOLATE MOUSSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;76. Look 20 degrees to your left, what do you see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photos of my Crescent days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;77. Do you untie your shoes when you take it off?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;78. Do you buy your own groceries?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when I can't be bothered to ask my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;79. What's your favorite fruit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate all fruits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;80. Do you like running long distances?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had the stamina, I'd run far, far away from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;81. Have you ever eaten snow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, it tastes better than ice kacang minus toppings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;82. What color are your bedsheet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PINK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;83. Do you hate someone very badly at this moment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;84. Do you watch Spongebob?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's an annoying sponge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;85. What temperature is it outside right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 degrees, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;86. Do you consider yourself smart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid, I thought I was a genius. But now, I'm prolly just normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;87. How many piercings do you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;88. What language do you speak at home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English/ Singlish. And the odd malay word thrown in here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;89. How do you feel about your family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should learn how to listen, and not assume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;90. What time did you go to bed yesterday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;91. What CD is currently in your CD player?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taufik Batisah's CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;92. What do you want for Christmas this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just ask for something on my birthday instead? It's nearer. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;93. Favorite ice-cream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate mint :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;94. What's the way people most often mispronounce any part of your name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zur-ree-fuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;95. Lastly, whats your favorite color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PINK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3&lt;br /&gt;(I DON'T WEAR HANNAH MONTANA UNDERWEAR! OMFG.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Melissa and Nurul,&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, your nostrils are insulting. I think I realized it when I tripped on peanut butter in your closet and I saw you pull the pants off of and castrate my boyfriend. I'm sure you're scarred enough to understand that I only get turned on by garbage men. I'm returning the cut toenails to you, but I'll keep your collection of butterflies as a memory.&lt;br /&gt;You should also know that I've always wanted to break your legs and that the apartment building is on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go milk a cow,&lt;br /&gt;Zee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear (someone you recently talked to),&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this,(1). I think I realized it (2)(3) and I saw you (4)(5). I'm sure you're (6) enough to understand (7). I'm returning (8) to you, but I'll keep (9) as a memory. You should also know that I (10) and (11).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(12),&lt;br /&gt;(Your name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1) What's the color of your shirt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue - I'm in love with your cat&lt;br /&gt;Red - Our affair is over&lt;br /&gt;White - I’m joining the Convent&lt;br /&gt;Black -Our romance is over&lt;br /&gt;Green- Our socks don't match&lt;br /&gt;Grey - You're a leprechaun&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - I'm selling myself for candy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pink - Your nostrils are insulting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown - The mafia wants you&lt;br /&gt;No shirt - Purple hedgehogs want to destroy you&lt;br /&gt;Other -I dislike your eyelashes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2) Which is your birth month?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January - That night you picked your nose&lt;br /&gt;February -When I quoted Forrest Gump&lt;br /&gt;March - When your dwarf bit me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;April - When I tripped on peanut butter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May - When I threw up in your sock drawer&lt;br /&gt;June - When you put cuffs on me&lt;br /&gt;July – When I saw the purple monkey&lt;br /&gt;August - When you smacked my ass&lt;br /&gt;September - Last year when you peed your pants&lt;br /&gt;October - When we skinny dipped in the bathtub&lt;br /&gt;November - When your dog humped my leg&lt;br /&gt;December - When I finally changed my underwear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3) Which food do you prefer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tacos - When we skinny dipped in the bathtub&lt;br /&gt;Chicken- In your car&lt;br /&gt;Pasta - Outside of your office&lt;br /&gt;Hamburgers - Under the bus&lt;br /&gt;Salad – As you were eating Kraft Dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lasagna - In your closet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kebab - With Jean Chrétien&lt;br /&gt;Fish - In a clown suit&lt;br /&gt;Sandwiches - At the Elton John concert&lt;br /&gt;Pizza - At the mental hospital&lt;br /&gt;Hot dog - Under a street light&lt;br /&gt;Other - With George Bush and Stephen Harper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4) What's the color of your socks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Ignore&lt;br /&gt;Red - Put whipped cream on&lt;br /&gt;Black - Hit on&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Knock out&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Pour syrup on&lt;br /&gt;White - Carve your initials into&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Pull the clothes off&lt;br /&gt;Brown - bit of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Orange - Castrate&lt;/span&gt; (I'M SO GLAD MY SOCKS HAVE ORANGE STIPES.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pink - Pull the pants off of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barefoot - Sit on&lt;br /&gt;Other - Drive over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5) What's the color of your underwear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Black - My boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White - My father&lt;br /&gt;Grey – The Catholic Priest&lt;br /&gt;Brown – The Montreal Canadian’s goalie&lt;br /&gt;Purple - My corned beef hash&lt;br /&gt;Red – My knee caps&lt;br /&gt;Blue - My salt-beef bucket&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - My illegitimate child in Ghana&lt;br /&gt;Orange - My Blink 182 cd&lt;br /&gt;Pink – Your ‘My Little Pony’ collection&lt;br /&gt;Other --The elephant in the corner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;6) What do you prefer to watch on TV?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Tree Hill - Senile&lt;br /&gt;Heroes- Frostbitten&lt;br /&gt;Lost - High&lt;br /&gt;Simpsons- Cowardly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The news - Scarred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Idol - Masochistic&lt;br /&gt;Family Guy - Open&lt;br /&gt;Top Model - Middle-class&lt;br /&gt;Other -shamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;7) Your mood right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy - How awful you are&lt;br /&gt;Sad - How boring you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bored - That I get turned on only by garbage men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angry - That your smell makes me vomit&lt;br /&gt;Depressed – That we’re related&lt;br /&gt;Excited - That I may pee my pants&lt;br /&gt;Nervous - The middle-east is planning their revenge on you&lt;br /&gt;Worried - That your Ford sucks&lt;br /&gt;Apathetic - That you need a sex-change&lt;br /&gt;Silly - That I'm allergic to your earlobes&lt;br /&gt;Cuddly - That Santa doesn't exist&lt;br /&gt;Ashamed - That there is no solution to you being a dumb kid&lt;br /&gt;Other - That your driving sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8) What's the color of your walls in your bedroom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White - Your toe ring&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Your love letters to me&lt;br /&gt;Red - The pictures from Vegas&lt;br /&gt;Black - Your pet rock&lt;br /&gt;Blue - The couch cushions&lt;br /&gt;Green - Your car&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Your false teeth&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Your nose hair clippers&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Our matching snoopy underwear&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Your old New Kids on the Block blanket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pink - The cut toenails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other - Your Hannah Montana underwear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;9) The first letter of your first name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A/B - My virginity&lt;br /&gt;C/D - Your photo with the moustache drawn on it&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Your neighbors dog&lt;br /&gt;G/H - The oil tank from your car&lt;br /&gt;I/J - Your left ear&lt;br /&gt;K/L - The results of that blood-sample&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Your glass eye&lt;br /&gt;O/P - My common sense&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Your mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;S/T - Your collection of butterflies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Your criminal record&lt;br /&gt;W/X – Your sucide note&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Your credit cards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;10) The last letter in your last name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Love your sweet, sweet ass&lt;br /&gt;C/D - Always will remember the pep talks&lt;br /&gt;E/F -Never will forget that night&lt;br /&gt;G/H – Will not tell the authorites that you stole the whale from the backyard.&lt;br /&gt;I/J – Mocked you behind your back constantly&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Hate your cooking&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Told in my confession today about the moose poaching&lt;br /&gt;O/P - Told my psychiatrist about the bruises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Q/R - Always wanted to break your legs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Get sick when I think of your feet&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Will try to forget that you broke my heart&lt;br /&gt;W/X - Haven’t showered in a month&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z – am better off without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;11) What do you prefer to drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wine- Our friendship is ruined&lt;br /&gt;Soft drink – I’m off to lead a new life as a lemon&lt;br /&gt;Soda – I will haunt you when I’m reincarnated as an Eskimo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Milk - The apartment building is on fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water – I'm scratching my butt as you read this&lt;br /&gt;Cider– I have a passionate interest for mice&lt;br /&gt;Juice – You ruined my attempts at another world war&lt;br /&gt;Mineral/Vitamin water – You should get that embarrassing rash checked&lt;br /&gt;Hot chocolate – Your Cucumber-fetishism is weird&lt;br /&gt;Whiskey - I love Oprah Winfrey&lt;br /&gt;Beer – Thanks for the Cocaine&lt;br /&gt;Other – you should stop picking your nose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;12) To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thailand – Warm tingly sensations&lt;br /&gt;Australia - Best of luck on the sex change&lt;br /&gt;France - Love always&lt;br /&gt;Spain - With tears of sadness&lt;br /&gt;China – You make me sick&lt;br /&gt;Germany – Please don’t hurt me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Japan - Go milk a cow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greece - Your everlasting enemy&lt;br /&gt;USA - Greetings to your frog Leonard&lt;br /&gt;Egypt – Kiss my butt&lt;br /&gt;England - Go drown yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of you are wondering why the heck I'm up at 4, I've actually been up since 2, just lying in my bed and hoping that I either get a fever or that my brain just drips happily out of my nose.&lt;br /&gt;IF I GO TO SCHOOL TODAY, I WANT A PINK SLIP ASAP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-8337530797304890677?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/8337530797304890677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=8337530797304890677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/8337530797304890677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/8337530797304890677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2009/03/199-what-everyone-needs-in-life.html' title='199 What everyone needs in life'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-5670601544149213269</id><published>2009-03-22T20:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T20:09:06.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>198 I licked Chuck Norris on your car, because Big Bird said to and he's my leader.</title><content type='html'>I saw this on Facebook. It was too irresistable. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type out the sentence you end up with in the TITLE of your note and tag your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick the month you were born:&lt;br /&gt;January-------I kicked&lt;br /&gt;February------I loved&lt;br /&gt;March--------I karate chopped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;April----------I licked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May----------I jumped on&lt;br /&gt;June----------I smelled&lt;br /&gt;July-----------I did the Macarena With&lt;br /&gt;August--------I had lunch with&lt;br /&gt;September----I danced with&lt;br /&gt;October-------I sang to&lt;br /&gt;November-----I yelled at&lt;br /&gt;December-----I ran over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick the day (number) you were born on:&lt;br /&gt;1-------a birdbath&lt;br /&gt;2-------a monster&lt;br /&gt;3-------a phone&lt;br /&gt;4-------a fork&lt;br /&gt;5-------a snowman&lt;br /&gt;6-------a gangster&lt;br /&gt;7-------my mobile phone&lt;br /&gt;8-------my dog&lt;br /&gt;9-------my best friends' boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;10-------my neighbour&lt;br /&gt;11-------my science teacher&lt;br /&gt;12-------a banana&lt;br /&gt;13-------a fireman&lt;br /&gt;14-------a stuffed animal&lt;br /&gt;15-------a goat&lt;br /&gt;16-------a pickle&lt;br /&gt;17-------your mom&lt;br /&gt;18-------a spoon&lt;br /&gt;19------ - a smurf&lt;br /&gt;20-------a baseball bat&lt;br /&gt;21-------a ninja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22-------Chuck Norris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23-------a noodle&lt;br /&gt;24-------a squirrel&lt;br /&gt;25-------a football player&lt;br /&gt;26-------my sister&lt;br /&gt;27-------my brother&lt;br /&gt;28-------an iPod&lt;br /&gt;29-------a surfer&lt;br /&gt;30-------a homeless guy&lt;br /&gt;31-------a llama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last number of the year you were born:&lt;br /&gt;1--------- In my car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 --------- On your car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 ----------- In a hole&lt;br /&gt;4 ----------- Under your bedapr&lt;br /&gt;5 ----------- Riding a Motorcycle&lt;br /&gt;6 --------- sliding down a hill&lt;br /&gt;7 --------- in an elevator&lt;br /&gt;8---------- at the dinner table&lt;br /&gt;9 -------- In line at the bank&lt;br /&gt;0 -------- in your bathroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick the color of shirt you are wearing:&lt;br /&gt;White---------because I'm cool like that&lt;br /&gt;Black---------because that's how I roll.&lt;br /&gt;Pink-----------because I'm NOT crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Red-----------because the voices told me to.&lt;br /&gt;Blue-----------because I'm sexy and I do what I want&lt;br /&gt;Green---------because I think I need some serious help.&lt;br /&gt;Purple---------because I'm AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gray----------because Big Bird said to and he's my leader.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow--------because someone offered me 1,000,000 dollars&lt;br /&gt;Orange--------because my family thinks I'm stupid anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Brown---------because I can.&lt;br /&gt;Other----------because I'm a Ninja!&lt;br /&gt;None----------because I can't control myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now type out the sentence you made, in the TITLE and tag your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay. Tomorrow's school and when all the fucking useless profiling tests start. JOY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to start planning for April fools'. Ash and I agreed to make it Medium-scale. Anyone else in for the game?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I MISS BUBBLING AND MY PRATA SAUSAGE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I will go tomorrow. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay, thrashing 2 guilds later. JOY! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I think I'll be a bit late, so y'all start GQ first, okay? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, have fun, and I love all of you, my beloveds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-5670601544149213269?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/5670601544149213269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=5670601544149213269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/5670601544149213269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/5670601544149213269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2009/03/198-i-licked-chuck-norris-on-your-car.html' title='198 I licked Chuck Norris on your car, because Big Bird said to and he&apos;s my leader.'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-7143866328927830615</id><published>2009-03-22T12:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T13:44:27.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>197 A certain girl who I call MCSJ should read this.</title><content type='html'>I know why it keeps on raining and raining these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because MCSJ is saddd! D:&lt;br /&gt;Well Mel, I don't know what happened, but one thing's for sure, I'm here, and as weird and seemingly unreliable I may be, I'm still here, okay?&lt;br /&gt;JC may suck loads, and you miss Crescent loadss more, but one thing's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;You're only stuck there for less than 2 years, so make the most of it!&lt;br /&gt;Throw all teh betches away and make sure you come out of JC smiling. (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know ah, it rained and rained and rained yesterday afternoon, and I was damn pissed off because I was sleeping with the window and the curtains open, AND THE SUPPER STRONG WIND/GALE BLEW THE RAIN IN. I woke up with my blanket &lt;s&gt;dripping wet&lt;/s&gt; moist. And I had to fight with the wind to close the windows. AND THEN I FOUND OUT MY TABLET WAS WET TOO (because I r so stooping that I leave my tablet next to my bed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it continued to rain and I continued to curse about it until my family and I went out. Of course I was pouting the whole way because I don't like rain/drizzles that don't look like snow. But then, I saw a rainbow, against the setting sun. It was FREAKING AWESOMELY BEAUTIFUL. (and I didn't take a good enough picture to be posted here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my dear girl, the moral of the story is, no matter what shit you face, there's always going to be something good at the end of it all. AND THIS GOES OUT TO OTHER SAD PEOPLE AS WELL. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;STOP MAKING IT RAIN, DAMN IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. MEME TIME.&lt;br /&gt;This is a continuation of the previous post (#196 Because of Melissa), because there's too many for me too do to fit one post. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;This is to calculate your idiocy GPA. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. [x] Forgot to put the lid on the blender, turned it on, and had everything fly out&lt;br /&gt;2. [x] Gotten your head stuck between the stair rails (when I was 7. LOLL)&lt;br /&gt;3. [x] Broken a chair by leaning back in it&lt;br /&gt;4. [ ] Had gum fall out of your mouth while you were talking&lt;br /&gt;5. [x] Choked on your own spit while you were talking&lt;br /&gt;6. [x] Had people tell you that you are blonde when you're not, or had people tell you that your blonde highlights are going to your head (heh heh)&lt;br /&gt;7. [x] Been caught staring at your crush by your crush&lt;br /&gt;8. [x] Have looked for something for at least 5 min then realized it was in your hand&lt;br /&gt;9. [x] Tried to push open a door that said pull (This is a habit of mine. I like to go against these sorts of things)&lt;br /&gt;10. [x] Tried to pull open a door that said push (This too :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running total: 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. [ ] Have actually believed someone when they said that they knew how to make a love potion&lt;br /&gt;12. [x] Have hit yourself in the process of trying to hit something else (By using a baseball bat. Ouch, yes?)&lt;br /&gt;13. [x] Have tripped and fallen UP the stairs (And landed on my chin.)&lt;br /&gt;14. [ ] Have actually exploded marshmallows in the microwave&lt;br /&gt;15. [x] Have gotten gum stuck in your hair (D:)&lt;br /&gt;16. [x] Had gum fall out of your mouth while trying to blow a bubble (DON'T LAUGH AT ME TABITTTHAAA. D:)&lt;br /&gt;17. [ ] Have had the juice from a mini tomato squirt out and hit somebody else when you bit into it&lt;br /&gt;18. [ ] Have had your drink come out your nose because you were laughing so hard&lt;br /&gt;19. [x] Have called one of your good friends by the wrong name&lt;br /&gt;20. [x] Have skinned your toe because you were playing soccer or kickball with flip flops on or you were barefoot (and tore my baju kurung skirt while I was at it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running total: 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. [ ] Have put a sticker on your forehead, forgot it was there, and went out in public with it on&lt;br /&gt;22. [x] Have fallen out of a moving vehicle (more on purpose?)&lt;br /&gt;23. [x] Have run into a closed door (ugh.)&lt;br /&gt;24: [x] Died from stupidity overload. (and I'm still alive and typing this)&lt;br /&gt;25. [x] Searched for your cell phone while you were talking on it (OMFG. HAHAH)&lt;br /&gt;26. [ ] It has taken you longer than 5 min to get a joke&lt;br /&gt;27. [x] Have gotten your hair stuck in a blow dryer&lt;br /&gt;28. [x] Have gotten your hair stuck in a fan (I HAD TO CUT IT OUT OKAYY D:)&lt;br /&gt;29. [x] Tripped on a crack in the sidewalk (and fell on my hands and skinned them)&lt;br /&gt;30. [x] Said o'clock after saying how many min after the hour, example: 5:30 o'clock, or 6:15 o'clock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running total: 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. [ ] After someone told you that there was gum on the ground, you stepped in it&lt;br /&gt;32. [ ] Put on a white shirt even though you already knew it was raining outside&lt;br /&gt;33. [x] Have ever walked up to a stranger because you thought they were someone else (OMFG. EMBARASSING! D:)&lt;br /&gt;34. [ ] Ever been kicked out of a grocery store/off their property&lt;br /&gt;35. [x] Touched the stove, the curling iron, a hot pan, etc when its on, even though you knew it was hot (and it left a scar.)&lt;br /&gt;36. [x] Taken off your clothes to change into something else then accidentally put the old clothes back on (Erm. I do that like, every weekend? Too sleepy even when I've already showered D:)&lt;br /&gt;37. [x] Wondered why something wasn't working then realized it wasn't plugged in (THE FAN. LIKE, 10 MINS AGO. WTF.)&lt;br /&gt;38. [x] Put the cereal in the fridge, or put the milk in the cupboard (and frozen chicken on the shelf, onions in the freezer)&lt;br /&gt;39. [x] Walked into a pole&lt;br /&gt;40. [x] Wore two different earrings or shoes by accident/stolen someone's shoes by accident &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running total: 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. [x] Put your shirt on backwards/inside-out without realizing it then left your house&lt;br /&gt;42. [ ] Tried to take a picture of someone's eye with the flash on&lt;br /&gt;43. [x] Gotten a ring stuck on your finger because you put it on even though you knew it was too small (erm. it was mine when I was a baby so...)&lt;br /&gt;44. [x] Walked out of the bathroom stall with toilet paper stuck to your shoe without realizing it&lt;br /&gt;45. [x] Went to go do something/go get something, then when you got there, you forgot what it is was that you were going to do (Yes, daily occurrence. :D)&lt;br /&gt;46. [x] Picked up someone else's drink and drank out of it by accident when your drink was right next to it (sorry D:)&lt;br /&gt;47. [x] Fallen out of your chair while trying to pick something up&lt;br /&gt;48. [x] Have poked yourself in the eye (ouch)&lt;br /&gt;49. [ ] Have gotten in the shower with your socks still on&lt;br /&gt;50. [ ] Melted your hairbrush while blow drying your hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running total: 37 (at this point of time, I realised that counting the empty boxes instead of the marked ones is better)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. [x] Have done enough stupid things to make a test (obviously)&lt;br /&gt;52. [x] Have accidentally stabbed yourself with a pencil&lt;br /&gt;53. [x] Have sung the wrong verse to a song without realizing it (and insisted it was correct)&lt;br /&gt;54. [x] Have given an odd answer to a question because you didn't hear the question in the first place and didn't feel like asking what it was&lt;br /&gt;55. [ ] Told someone you were the wrong age because you seriously forgot how old you were&lt;br /&gt;56. [x] Looked into an overhead purposefully while it was on (@_@)&lt;br /&gt;57. [x] Got up early and got ready for school/work, then realized that you didn't have school/work that day (:O)&lt;br /&gt;58. [x] Forgot your own phone number (hmmm... 0749 or 7490?)&lt;br /&gt;59. [x] Have tripped on a cord after someone told you to watch out for it&lt;br /&gt;60. [x] Have ever laughed at a joke that no one else thought was funny (muffin joke?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running total: 46&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. [ ] Done the Macarena to the electric slide or vice versa&lt;br /&gt;62. [x] Said funner then had someone make fun of you for it&lt;br /&gt;63. [x] Have repeated yourself at least twice in the same sentence&lt;br /&gt;64. [x] Brought up an inside joke with the wrong person&lt;br /&gt;65. [x] Didn't do the back side of an assignment because you thought that there wasn't one because you had already looked and forgot that there was another side&lt;br /&gt;66. [ ] Did more work than you had to on an assignment because you didn't read the directions&lt;br /&gt;67. [x] Corrected someone's grammar/pronunciation then figured out that you were the one that was wrong&lt;br /&gt;68. [x] Put something in a special place so that you would remember where it was, then forgot where you put it&lt;br /&gt;69. [x] Put ice in your drink after the glass was full of liquid and had it splash out&lt;br /&gt;70. [x] Told a lie then forgot what it was that you had said and got caught&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running total: 54&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. [x] When wearing goggles, you pulled them away from your face and let go so that they would come back and snap you in the face&lt;br /&gt;72. [ ] Forgot to make sure that the lamp was off before you replaced the light bulb&lt;br /&gt;73. [x] Ran into a door jam&lt;br /&gt;74. [ ] Told someone that you hardly ever do stupid things, then immediately did/said something stupid&lt;br /&gt;75. [x] Told someone to watch out for something, then you were the one that ran into it&lt;br /&gt;76. [x] Have purposely licked playground sand (D:)&lt;br /&gt;77. [x] Have purposely and repeatedly flicked yourself with a rubber band (jojo's tricks. LOLLL)&lt;br /&gt;78. [x] Gotten so hyper that someone actually thought you were drunk when you weren't&lt;br /&gt;79. [x] Have been so hyper you actually scared people (SUGARR HIGHHH~)&lt;br /&gt;80. [x] Put duct tape on your body then pulled it off to see if it would hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running total: 62&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. [ ] Put duct tape on your hair/someone else's hair then pulled it off&lt;br /&gt;82. [ ] Put a clothes pin/hair clip on your lip, figured out that it hurt, then did it again&lt;br /&gt;83. [x] Sat and wondered why men's dress shirts have a loop on the back&lt;br /&gt;84. [x] Made up a code name for someone so that you could talk about them to someone else and no one else would know who you were talking about&lt;br /&gt;85. [x] Have gotten a hairbrush stuck in your hair&lt;br /&gt;86. [ ] Used the straw to blow the straw wrapper at someone&lt;br /&gt;87. [ ] Shaved your tongue because you thought your taste buds looked funny&lt;br /&gt;88. [ ] When at a restaurant, you used your spoon to fling stuff at people&lt;br /&gt;89. [ ] Have flung forks at people in a restaurant&lt;br /&gt;90. [ ] Tripped and made the waiter drop the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running total: 65&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. [ ] As you are writing, you move your head back and forth with your pen/pencil&lt;br /&gt;92. [x] Have drawn finger puppets on your fingers then named them (:D)&lt;br /&gt;93. [x] Have wrapped someone in a roll of toilet paper&lt;br /&gt;94. [x] Have used somebody else's toothbrush without even realizing it wasn't yours &lt;br /&gt;95. [x] Have started telling a story and forget what you were talking about or what happened in the story&lt;br /&gt;96. [ ] Read a whole book but during the whole book you weren’t even paying attention &lt;br /&gt;97. [x] You have spelled your own name wrong before (I spelled it ZAFIRAH D:)&lt;br /&gt;98. [x] When lying in bed you look for pictures in the texture of the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;99. [x] Have used your calculator as a form of communication in a class&lt;br /&gt;100. [ ] Have popped a balloon in your mouth plastic ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 72&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to obtain your idiocy GPA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80-100 4.0&lt;br /&gt;70-79 3.6&lt;br /&gt;65-69 3.2&lt;br /&gt;60-64 2.8&lt;br /&gt;55-59 2.4&lt;br /&gt;50-54 2.0&lt;br /&gt;45-49 1.6&lt;br /&gt;40-44 1.2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;40 0.8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THEREFORE, MY IDIOCY GPA IS 3.6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can like, totally go to an idiot university now mann.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-7143866328927830615?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/7143866328927830615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=7143866328927830615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/7143866328927830615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/7143866328927830615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2009/03/197-certain-girl-who-i-call-mcsj-should.html' title='197 A certain girl who I call MCSJ should read this.'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-5272440932080325630</id><published>2009-03-21T02:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T03:34:15.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>196 because of melissa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CRESCENT MEME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at how many of these silly things you remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Known a teacher who didn’t shave her armpits&lt;br /&gt;[x] Remembered a teacher for having a very strong “scent”&lt;br /&gt;[x] Tricked a teacher on April Fools&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Knew a teacher who liked a student of the same sex&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Knew a teacher who needed to eat more seaweed&lt;br /&gt;[x] Contacted a teacher via SMS before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uniform&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Wore the tie on the first day of school&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Buttoned up your shirt all the way to the top on the first day of school&lt;br /&gt;[x] Wore the socks that said C.G.S&lt;br /&gt;[x] Wore ankle socks because the C.G.S was simply disgusting&lt;br /&gt;[x] Had velcro taped to your blouse/skirt&lt;br /&gt;[x] Placed stuff in your breast pocket (I LOVED MY BREAST POCKET. NOW ITS GONE. T_T)&lt;br /&gt;[x] Tore your breast pocket (D:)&lt;br /&gt;[x] Wore uniforms at least two sizes bigger&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Purposely wore shorts other than the school’s PE shorts for mass runs&lt;br /&gt;[x] Detested your house tee so much it is chucked in one corner of your closet or is used as a rag&lt;br /&gt;[x] Bought sports shoes from Queensway&lt;br /&gt;[x] Wore normal bras&lt;br /&gt;[x] Unhooked people’s normal bra&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Wore bright coloured sportsbras that wasn’t allowed&lt;br /&gt;[x] Wrote stuff on your sports shoes such as _______rocks!&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Thought Crescentian was pronounced as Crescent -tian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Got caught for having waxing your hair&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Got scolded for having your hair too short&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Hid your handphone in the OHP&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Hid your handphone in ziplock bags and placed them in your waterbottles&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Used lollipop sticks as your earrings&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Wore really fanciful earrings despite knowing you should not be doing so&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Wore your nametag in a way that it hung low into your breast pocket&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Made a nametag that didn’t bear your name&lt;br /&gt;[x] Tore Newsweeks to share with friends who didn’t bring anything during Silent Reading&lt;br /&gt;[x] Got caught tearing your newsweeks/reading textbooks and was made to stand&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Was used as an example for bad behaviour&lt;br /&gt;[x] Was remembered by the security guard for breaking the rules&lt;br /&gt;[x] Passed notes in class on a frequent basis&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Had a teacher read out the note you passed in class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Remember the ballerina story like the back of your hand&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Thought the guy who appeared in school at night was a ghost&lt;br /&gt;[x] Sat at the top level of the library worrying Pontianak would appear&lt;br /&gt;[x] Heard one or more ghost stories about the school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canteen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Bought mixed/”can” sandwich from the last stall&lt;br /&gt;[x] Wanted to protest against the school for banning the sale of hashbrowns&lt;br /&gt;[x] Ordered chicken porridge without chicken/ grass jelly without grass&lt;br /&gt;[x] Loved the dessert from the first stall&lt;br /&gt;[x] Attempted to order a random juice from the first stall and actually got it&lt;br /&gt;[ ] On the first day of school, you ate from the stall with the longest queue&lt;br /&gt;[x] Spread/Knew the rumour that the last stall recycles their straws&lt;br /&gt;[x] Would rather eat Mobil’s food anytime&lt;br /&gt;[x] Slept on the canteen table&lt;br /&gt;[x] Celebrated your friend’s birthday by singing Happy Birthday crescent style&lt;br /&gt;[x] Laughed so hard you fell off the canteen chair&lt;br /&gt;[x] Kicked the vending machine because you heard that it gives more change than it should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Has bought something from the petrol kiosk before&lt;br /&gt;[x] Loved buying instant noodles and balance it all the way back to school&lt;br /&gt;[x] Loved Polar Puffs and Cakes&lt;br /&gt;[x] Regarded town as your second home&lt;br /&gt;[x] Ever SMS-ed people to warn them that teachers were in town&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Knew the ice-cream uncle at Redhill&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Walked to redhill market to eat carrot cake or drink sugar cane&lt;br /&gt;[x] Headed to Tanglin Macs for breakfast before/after remedial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curriculum and Hobbies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Know one or more quotes from the Bonesetters’s Daughter&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Know one or more quotes from the View From The Bridge&lt;br /&gt;[x] Read your textbooks more than 4 times&lt;br /&gt;[x] Loved breaking those 4/6 digit number locks&lt;br /&gt;[x] Called Mr Chan up to break your lock because you lost/forgot to bring the key&lt;br /&gt;[x] Headed to the toilet each time the bell rang&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Ate in the toilet before because you felt it was clean enough&lt;br /&gt;[x] Walked in to the toilet and saw something you shouldn’t see&lt;br /&gt;[x] Heard people gossiping about people you know because they didn’t realise you were in the toilet&lt;br /&gt;[x] Looked at yourself in the full-length mirror in the canteen&lt;br /&gt;[x] Loitered in school even though lessons were over&lt;br /&gt;[x] Hid in the toilet in order to skip the entire lesson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mass Run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Ran so fast you were given a piece of paper to commend you&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Hid in class so you wouldn’t have to run&lt;br /&gt;[x] Purposely came late for school so you could miss mass run&lt;br /&gt;[x] Were one of those few who pushed against the school gate when they were closing it all because you took too long to run&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Tried to run a route different from yours so it would be shorter&lt;br /&gt;[x] Prayed that it would rain so mass run would be cancelled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rotanda, Mini Forum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Spread flour all over the floor so you could slide through&lt;br /&gt;[x] Threw something down the rotunda&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Held a wedding ceremony at the rotunda&lt;br /&gt;[x] Tripped at the mini-forum stairs&lt;br /&gt;[x] Raced someone up the stairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science Lab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Tried to burn the tables in the lab&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Cooked something in the lab and ate it&lt;br /&gt;[x] Stole testubes, boiling tubes etc&lt;br /&gt;[x] Broke something in the lab before&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Burned your hand and didn’t want to tell the teacher for fear that your SPA marks would be deducted&lt;br /&gt;[x] Could smell the examination materials before O-levels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I AM &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt; NOT GIRLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;below 40 = Not Girly&lt;br /&gt;above 40 = Girlie&lt;br /&gt;above 55 = Paris Hilton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] My fingernails/toenails are almost always painted.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] During the summer pretty much the only shoes I wear are flip flops.&lt;br /&gt;[x] My favorite toy as a child were barbies.&lt;br /&gt;[x] My favorite color is pink or purple.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I took dance.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love skirts/shorts.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Shops at the mall.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Tight jeans are the only jeans I’ll wear.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I love chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I straighten my hair.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have at least 8 facebook pictures.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I usually go shopping once a week.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I love to hang out with friends.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have a real diamond ring or diamond necklace.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've gone to a tanning salon.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've gone to the beach to tan - not to swim.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have at least 10 pairs of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I watch(ed) either The OC, Laguna Beach OR Desperate Housewives.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I change my profile weekly.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have worn a shower cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I would NEVER step foot into Hot Topic. (HUH?)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] My cell phone might as well become a part of me.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I wear mascara everyday.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been or am on a diet.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Bathing suits are adorable.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I don't know the difference between a sheep and a goat.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Tattoos are Gross.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have gotten my nails done.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own over 10 purses.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] MuchMusic is my one of my favorite channels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR: 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I like to talk about boys&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love to have other people do my hair.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I like to give and receive hugs from all my friends.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I hate bugs.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Carnivals are so fun!&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Summer is THE best season.&lt;br /&gt;[x] My swimsuit has 2 pieces. (Shirt + Shorts ;D)&lt;br /&gt;[x] I'm waiting for my knight in shining armor.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Musicians are hot.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You write me a poem and tell me I'm beautiful and I'm all yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR: 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I'm self-conscious.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I cry often.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] My room smells like vanilla&lt;br /&gt;[x] My dishes get washed more than once a week&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I don't do sports unless dance&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I HATE to run&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I squeal when I am surprised&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I eat dried fruit as a snack.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Has seen and read Twilight series. (EWW.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Drew Barrymore is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR: 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I dance a lot.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I usually spend over an hour to get ready to leave my house&lt;br /&gt;[x] My hair is important.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I love to get dressed up&lt;br /&gt;[x] Every part of my outfit needs to match.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I talk on the phone at least once a day to my friends.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'd love to have a photo shoot of myself.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] The price on clothes hardly matters.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I apply lipgloss 50 times a day.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I wish I were a model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR: 24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I wish I could meet Paris Hilton and ask if she would love to be my pet&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I wanted or have been something that was slutty on Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] R&amp;amp;B is the best music.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I pop my collar.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Guys with Mohawks are not very 'wow' to me.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Horses are beautiful&lt;br /&gt;[x] I SOMETIMES DONT pay attention in school.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Puppies are adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR: 25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I speak IM.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I would love to visit Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Valentine's day is so cute!&lt;br /&gt;[ ] White is better than black.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I wouldn't be caught dead in all black.&lt;br /&gt;[x] My closet is STOCK FULL of clothes. (IT'S TOO FULL! I'VE HAD ENOUGH!)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I hate the grunge look of a beard.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR: 26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I love to Doodle.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love Celine Dion.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] My baths are 2 hours long.&lt;br /&gt;[x] My wedding only needs a groom because it's already planned. (:x)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] My friends and I are in a strict group. We mostly only hang out with each other.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I like kids&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Diet drinks are the best.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have been a vegetarian.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I refuse to eat at McDonald's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR: 29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I check my facebook every day.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have a lot of jewelry&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Only has gold jewlery.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] My screen name[s] has x's in them. Lyke tiss w0rhzxzxz.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] One of my msn names has/had &lt;3/♥'s style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My marriage age is 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put an x in every box that applies to you.&lt;br /&gt;Add up all the x`s and title subject with the sum as "My marriage age is__"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You know how to make a pot of coffee&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You keep track of dates using a calendar&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You own more than one credit card&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You know how to change the oil in a car&lt;br /&gt;[x] You do your own laundry&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You vote every election&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can cook for yourself&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You think politics are exciting&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You balance your own checkbook&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your parents have better things to say than your friends&lt;br /&gt;Total: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You show up for school/college/work every day early.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You always carry a pen in your pocket/purse&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've never gotten a detention&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have never smoked a cigarette&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have never gotten completely trashed&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have forgotten your own birthday&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like to take walks by yourself&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've watched talk shows.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You know what 'credibility' means without looking it up&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You drink coffee[caffiine] at least once a week.&lt;br /&gt;Total: 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You know how to do the dishes.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can count to 10 in another language.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] When you say you're going to do something you do it.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] My parents trust me.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You can mow the lawn&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You can make adults laugh without being stupid&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You remember to water the plants&lt;br /&gt;[x] You study when you have to&lt;br /&gt;[x] You pay attention at school/college&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You remember to feed your pet&lt;br /&gt;Total: 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can spell 'experience' without looking it up.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You work out on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You clean up your own mess&lt;br /&gt;[ ] The people at Starbucks know you by name&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your favorite kind of food is take out&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have gained weight since middle/high school&lt;br /&gt;[ ] The first thing you do when you wake up is get caffeine&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You can go to the store without getting something you don't need&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You understand political jokes the first time they are said&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can type quickly&lt;br /&gt;Total: 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have realized that the weather forecast changes every hour&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your only friends are from your place of employment&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have been to a Tupperware party&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have realized that no one will take you seriously unless you are over the age of 25 and have a job&lt;br /&gt;Total: 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have more bills than you can pay&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Most of all your friends are older than you are&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can say no to staying out all night&lt;br /&gt;[x] You use the internet every day&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your wardrobe hasn't changed in a while&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can read a book and actually finish it&lt;br /&gt;Total: 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP ONE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Spell your name with songs -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP TWO:&lt;br /&gt;– &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Name&lt;/span&gt;: Zarifah&lt;br /&gt;– &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Birth date&lt;/span&gt;: 22/4/92&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Nickname&lt;/span&gt;: Zee, Zaza, Zara, Stick, Saza&lt;br /&gt;– &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Eye Color&lt;/span&gt;: Black&lt;br /&gt;– &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hair Color&lt;/span&gt;: Brown&lt;br /&gt;– &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Zodiac Sign&lt;/span&gt;: Taurus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP THREE:&lt;br /&gt;– &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The shoes you wore today&lt;/span&gt;: My Timberland sandals.&lt;br /&gt;– &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Your weaknesses&lt;/span&gt;: Emotionally unstable. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;– &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Your fear(s)&lt;/span&gt;: The dark, bugs, heights. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;– &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Your perfect pizza&lt;/span&gt;: Magherita. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP FOUR:&lt;br /&gt;– &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Your best physical feature?&lt;/span&gt; Skinny-ness!&lt;br /&gt;– &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Your bedtime?&lt;/span&gt; 11-12, around there.&lt;br /&gt;– &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Most missed memory?&lt;/span&gt; CRESCENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP FIVE:&lt;br /&gt;This Or That…&lt;br /&gt;– &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pepsi or Coke?&lt;/span&gt; Pepsi.&lt;br /&gt;– &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;McDonald’s or Burger King?&lt;/span&gt; BK.&lt;br /&gt;– Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea? Neither. I hate tea if it isn't Himalayan Milk Tea.&lt;br /&gt;– &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla?&lt;/span&gt; CHOCOLATE, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;– &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cappuccino or coffee?&lt;/span&gt; Neither. Mocha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP SIX:&lt;br /&gt;Do You…&lt;br /&gt;– &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Smoke? &lt;/span&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;– &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sing?&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, when I feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;– &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dance?&lt;/span&gt; When I feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;– &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Take a shower everyday?&lt;/span&gt; Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;– &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Have a crush?&lt;/span&gt; Ikuta Toma.&lt;br /&gt;– &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Do you think you’ve been in love?&lt;/span&gt; Yup.&lt;br /&gt;– &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Want to go to college?&lt;/span&gt; Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;– &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Like(d) high school?&lt;/span&gt; Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;– &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Want to get married?&lt;/span&gt; Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;– &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Get motion sickness?&lt;/span&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;– &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Think you’re a health freak?&lt;/span&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;– &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Get along with your parents?&lt;/span&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP SEVEN:&lt;br /&gt;In the past month…&lt;br /&gt;– &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Gone to the mall?&lt;/span&gt; Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;– &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Eaten an entire box of Oreos?&lt;/span&gt; Yeap. :D&lt;br /&gt;– &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Eaten Sushi?&lt;/span&gt; Yes.&lt;br /&gt;– &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Been on stage?&lt;/span&gt; Nope.&lt;br /&gt;– &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Gone skating?&lt;/span&gt; YES!!&lt;br /&gt;– &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Made homemade cookies?&lt;/span&gt; Nope.&lt;br /&gt;– &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Gone Skinny dipping?&lt;/span&gt; Lol nope.&lt;br /&gt;– &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Stolen anything?&lt;/span&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP EIGHT:&lt;br /&gt;Ever…&lt;br /&gt;– &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Played a game that required removal of clothing?&lt;/span&gt; Socks. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;– &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;If so, was it mixed company?&lt;/span&gt; Nope.&lt;br /&gt;– &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Flashed anyone?&lt;/span&gt; Nope.&lt;br /&gt;– &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Been beaten up?&lt;/span&gt; No, cause I pwn them hands-down.&lt;br /&gt;– &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Shoplifted?&lt;/span&gt; Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP NINE:&lt;br /&gt;– &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Age you hope to be married?&lt;/span&gt; 25.&lt;br /&gt;– &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Numbers of Children?&lt;/span&gt; 3.&lt;br /&gt;– &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Describe your Dream Wedding?&lt;/span&gt; At Suntec or a hotel, with lots of white, pink and blue, an international buffet and all my relatives and friends.&lt;br /&gt;– &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What country would you most like to visit?&lt;/span&gt; Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP TEN:&lt;br /&gt;In the opposite sex..&lt;br /&gt;– &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Best eye color&lt;/span&gt;? Brown.&lt;br /&gt;– &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Best hair color&lt;/span&gt;? Brown.&lt;br /&gt;– &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Short hair or long hair&lt;/span&gt;? Short.&lt;br /&gt;– &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Height?&lt;/span&gt; 170, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP ELEVEN:&lt;br /&gt;– &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Number of people I could trust with my life?&lt;/span&gt; I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;– &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Number of CDs that I own&lt;/span&gt;? 8.&lt;br /&gt;– &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Number of tattoos?&lt;/span&gt; None.&lt;br /&gt;– N&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;umber of piercings?&lt;/span&gt; None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal Quiz&lt;br /&gt;Who were you with yesterday? Physically, my parents and brother.&lt;br /&gt;What woke you up this morning? MY BROTHER.&lt;br /&gt;Is tomorrow going to be a good day? No.&lt;br /&gt;Do you like anybody? Now? Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ever thrown up in public? &lt;/span&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Passed out because of alcohol?&lt;/span&gt; Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What’s on your mind RIGHT NOW&lt;/span&gt;? I want to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What kind of home would you like?&lt;/span&gt; One with lots of love and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Where do you see yourself in 5 years?&lt;/span&gt; Finishing my degree in NUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Do you like candy necklaces?&lt;/span&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;When was the last time you fell over or ran into something?&lt;/span&gt; Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Do you listen to music every day?&lt;/span&gt; Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Do you still go trick or treating?&lt;/span&gt; Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What was the last thing you ate?&lt;/span&gt; Milk and cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Are you a fast typer?&lt;/span&gt; Maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Whats your favorite type of soda?&lt;/span&gt; Pepsi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Have you ever moved?&lt;/span&gt; When I was 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Have you ever won an award?&lt;/span&gt; Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Are you listening to music right now?&lt;/span&gt; Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;How long ’till your birthday?&lt;/span&gt; A month and a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;When were you the saddest in your whole life? &lt;/span&gt;Theres so many. I don't know which one to pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What time is it?&lt;/span&gt; 3.29 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Do you use ebay to buy or sell?&lt;/span&gt; Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Who makes you mad?&lt;/span&gt; Certain people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Have you ever heard a song written about you?&lt;/span&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Something you want to happen in 2009? &lt;/span&gt; A lot. Really, a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HONESTY SECTION&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Honestly, what color is your underwear?&lt;/span&gt; Pink.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Honestly, whats on your mind?&lt;/span&gt; Sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Honestly, what are you doing right now?&lt;/span&gt; Doing this meme.&lt;br /&gt;(where did 4,5 and 7 go?)&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Honestly, have you done something bad today?&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, loads.&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Honestly, who is the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;/span&gt; My mother.&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Honestly, are you jealous of someone right now?&lt;/span&gt; Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Honestly, what makes you mad most of the time? &lt;/span&gt;A lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;11. H&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;onestly, do you bite your nails?&lt;/span&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Honestly, have you had an eating disorder?&lt;/span&gt; Not yet.&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Honestly, do you want to see someone this very mome&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;nt?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Honestly, are you keeping a big secret now?&lt;/span&gt; Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Honestly, do you have a friend you don’t actually like?&lt;/span&gt; Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Honestly, are you in denial?&lt;/span&gt; Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Honestly, do you get up in the middle of the night and eat?&lt;/span&gt; Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;19. H&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;onestly, do you like anyone? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Honestly, does anyone like you?&lt;/span&gt; I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGER SECTION&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What do you do when you’re mad?&lt;/span&gt; Watch something. Or read manga.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What’s the worst thing you’ve done when you were mad?&lt;/span&gt; I cursed at my father.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ever made anyone cry when you were mad?&lt;/span&gt; Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you swear when you’re mad? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRYING SECTION&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;When was the last time you actually cried?&lt;/span&gt; Today.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ever cried yourself to sleep?&lt;/span&gt; Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Do certain songs make you cry?&lt;/span&gt; Yes.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What usually makes you cry? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Manga, drama, people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY SECTION&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Are you usually a happy person?&lt;/span&gt; I guess.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What makes you the happiest?&lt;/span&gt; Stuff I like,&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Do you believe in yourself?&lt;/span&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;When people say they think you are good looking/pretty, do you get happy?&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I have no idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-5272440932080325630?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/5272440932080325630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=5272440932080325630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/5272440932080325630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/5272440932080325630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2009/03/196-because-of-melissa.html' title='196 because of melissa'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-2407459369346757371</id><published>2009-03-20T22:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T22:47:45.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>195 WTF</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO COMMENTS ABOUT TORADORA'S LATEST EPISODE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Okay maybe I do have some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE WTF IS WRONG WITH RYUUJI AND TAIGA? I MEAN, COME ON, YOU GUYS ARE IN LOVE, WHICH IS GOOD AND ALL BECAUSE I SUPPORT THE FREAKING PAIRING, BUT SERIOUSLY! YOU DON'T HAVE TO FREAKING ELOPE BECAUSE NO ONE IS AGAINST YOUR RELATIONSHIP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, sure, Ryuuji doesn't want to go to uni but that's only because he WANTS TO WORK TO SUPPORT YASUKO. By eloping doesn't solve that, does it??? I understand why Yasuko ran away from home, but those idiots Ryuuji and Taiga should just finish high school and then get married and do whatever they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THAT MINORIN IS AN IDIOT! I MEAN, YOUR BEST FRIEND STEALS YOUR CRUSH AND YOU GIVE HER YOUR &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIFE SAVINGS&lt;/span&gt; SO THAT SHE CAN LIVE A LIFE YOU DON'T EVEN APPROVE OF? YOU WORK COUNTLESS JOBS TO GET THAT MONEY AND YOU GIVE IT ALL AWAY? ZOMFGWTFBBQ?????!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They should think, those two. Omg, their babies will turn out weird-looking, I swear. I mean, a cross between a delinquent-lookalike and a lolicon? Pleaaaassseeee. Looks-wise, Ryuuji's better off with Ami, but the Ryuuji/Taiga pairing is better in other aspects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I praise the mangaka though, she/he had the originality to come up with such an awesome turn of events. I really didn't see it coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suprised my brother didn't have a reaction similar to mine. He watched it before I did and told me about it during dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Zaf: Hey, kaks, I watched the new Toradora episode. It sucked.&lt;br /&gt;Zee: WHUTT??!&lt;br /&gt;Zaf: Yeah. It was so cliche. I felt like puking.&lt;br /&gt;Zee: ZOMFG NO SPOILERS!!! I DON'T WANT SPOILERSSS!!&lt;br /&gt;Zaf: They confessed to each other and-&lt;br /&gt;Zee: (covers ears) SHADDDUPPP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I did wake up at 12 noon today.&lt;br /&gt;And now I have a cold.&lt;br /&gt;My nose is sprinting.&lt;br /&gt;Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I predict that tomorrow, I will wake up with a fever of 38.6 degrees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-2407459369346757371?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/2407459369346757371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=2407459369346757371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/2407459369346757371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/2407459369346757371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2009/03/195-wtf.html' title='195 WTF'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-6007958155481101730</id><published>2009-03-20T01:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T01:35:01.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>194 Another freaking survey</title><content type='html'>I should start putting labels on my posts.&lt;br /&gt;But if I do, I will have to put it on another 193 posts.&lt;br /&gt;Omg, I will die.&lt;br /&gt;Like, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it?&lt;br /&gt;I've been studying since 9 till now.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even notice the time until I looked up from my Math and went all "WTF? It's 1 am!"&lt;br /&gt;And my parents were already asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Loll.&lt;br /&gt;I predict that I will wake up at 12noon tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel sleepy, for some weird reason.&lt;br /&gt;I just feel bad because I just bummed the guild for the BBQ just because I had to have a major, major difference in opinion with my parents which resulted in... well, shit, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;I feel pissed off because I should just freaking glue my tongue into my mouth and fucking nod at every fucking thing my parents say, like my brother does, and he gets along fine with my parents, and he gets every fucking thing he wants and doesn't get scolded for coming home late and gets fetched from wherever he is and is excused from housework like, 34974857% of the time and is allowed to read manga/ &lt;s&gt;surf porn&lt;/s&gt;/ watch Kamen Rider/ do whatever shit he wants online for however long he likes and doesn't get scolded for it, the way I do.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, he does impressively well in his studies and CCA, and is the all-round model student doing triple science and double math, mummy's boy and daddy's pal, so whattheheck, my parents love him, he's everything I'm not and everything I probably will never be.&lt;br /&gt;Which is why I have shit and he doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY ENOUGH WITH EMO SIBLING RIVALRY SHIT LA. I GET ALONG FINE WITH MY BROTHER. HE'S THE ONLY LIVING THING IN THIS HOUSE I CAN TALK TO WITHOUT HAVING AN INCREASED HEART RATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a survey~ Tagged/stolen from Elyy/Nurul/Noodles! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When's the last time you said you were sorry? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 12 hours ago? To my beloved guild who I bummed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you done anything interesting in the last week? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are there any songs you listen to everyday? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep Holding On by Avril Lavinge. Yeah cheesy, I know, but I love this one lyric:&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So far away, I wish you were here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you consider a waste of time? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking. At the dinner table. And in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How do you react to stress? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever gone mud riding? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you edit your photos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What kind of cookie do you like the most? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESYESYES! I second Noodles, man. Chewy, with chocolate chips. :D Like the ones at Famous Amos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you enjoy working alone? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind. But a group is fun too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is there anyone you're not over and feel like you never will be? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you like long or short surveys? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha both are fine, especially in large numbers :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How often do you listen to your iPod? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(seconds Noodles!) They totally are going to take over the world someday. But I'm still stuck with my suuuper pink Zen Stone until it breaks or something ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What kind of house do you want? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One with lots of big spaces. And big windows. And high ceilings. I love space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you like living on the coast? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, please (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What song was the last you listened to? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wings of Words (remix) by CHEMISTRY. Which has awesome guitars and is better 4984753784 times better than the unremixed version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When's the last time you were really late for something? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday. Madrasah. I strolled in 45 mins late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you prefer to take back roads or the highways? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE BACK ROADS!! You get to see more. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How do you spell your name without consonants? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aia. o_o indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's the last movie you watched? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(lols at Noodles~) Mine was Yes Man~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What would you like your generation to change? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have more fucking common sense, you little shits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you use your cell phone a lot? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really. That's why I'm on a lousy plan that only has 360 free smses. But my usage of it is increasing, which explains why I bust my bill for December, January and Febuary. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When's the last time you saw an ocean wave? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How long can you hold your breath?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Not long! That's why I can't swim well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you rather work behind the scenes or be the star? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The STARRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you a sore loser? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was the last word you thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is it easy to make you angry? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. You can try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you wondered if other people wonder what you're thinking? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Sometimes I wonder if they can read minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you sing a lot? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Just ask anyone around me. They'll ask you to close your ears when I start taking a deep breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you think you have an addictive personality? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I r unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Which affects us more: our genes or the environment in which we're raised? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why do you believe that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genes are shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honestly, do you enjoy arguing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH. BRING IT ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you prefer to use tape or glue? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(omg tape-sniffin =.=) Yeahhh, tape lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you believe that love can get you through anything? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. You need money too. Then you are invincible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you wish you had more of? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you HAD to change one thing about your best friend, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd replace the speaker thingy in his paw so that he can talk again :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever gone to sleep mad? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you like your computer? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She and I are inseparable. She now has a permanent home on my bedside table. I am now her neighbour for like, 12 hours a day. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Which theory do you wish but perhaps not believe was true about afterlife? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even understand this question? Because I r prolly getting a little sleepy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is there anyone that you truly could not live without?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pink underwear. I'm serious. Oh, and Ikuta Toma. Seeing his spectacle-clad face makes me really happy nowadays, for some reason. Or that's just my nerd/geek-fetish speaking. Hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG I REALLY DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY ALL THE GUYS I KINDA-A-LITTLE-BIT LIKE ALL WEAR SPECS. WTFFF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I really do have a specs fetish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-6007958155481101730?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/6007958155481101730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=6007958155481101730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/6007958155481101730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/6007958155481101730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2009/03/194-another-freaking-survey.html' title='194 Another freaking survey'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-4210282709800408956</id><published>2009-03-19T18:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T20:11:42.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>193 Life's like shit</title><content type='html'>OH THE HOLIDAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I just got &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; a new handphone on Tuesday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dailymobile.se/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/w595_peachy_pink_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 246px;" src="http://dailymobile.se/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/w595_peachy_pink_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little bitch looks too good with me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DO YOU IDIOTS HAVE ANY IDEA HOW HAPPY I AM TO HAVE A FUCKING PINK PHONE??!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... maybe it would be cooler if I had gotten married but...&lt;br /&gt;Okay whatever.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;/edit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;TAG REPLIES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;NURUL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Omg you are soooo mean! MEAN MEAN MEAN. Yes my phone is sexy. ITS MINE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Nabilah:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; YES I DO. You should go do them too :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Sihui:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; OMG HIIIIIII!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Mel:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; I dun wanna go as pacman anymore. You go comb your wig till its shiny, then :D SEE I DID TEH QUIZZES. YEAHHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I have I been doing these past few days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep 12 hours a day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Study half-heartedly for profiling.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spend countless hours on Facebook.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch dramas such as Mei-chan no Shitsuji and Hachimitsu to Kuroba (as usual).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read 274983027592 mangas (as usual).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cry over 3. and 4. (as usual).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fight with my parents (as usual).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;AHHHH~ I can't seem to break the habit~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MEME TIME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes mel, I saw the Crescentian meme. Lullz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I R A HYBRID BETWEEN MULAN AND POCAHONTAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinderella;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] One of your parents is dead (I wish?)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You are expected to do a lot of chores&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love to dress up&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love animals&lt;br /&gt;[x] You are waiting patiently for your Prince Charming&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your mom is really strict&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have sisters who seem kind of jealous of you&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You’re afraid to speak your mind sometimes&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have left your shoes at a friend’s house before&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have blonde hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belle;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You’ve kissed someone your friends didn’t like&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You’ve been lost in the forest&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love to read&lt;br /&gt;[x] You are not shy at all, and not afraid to speak your mind&lt;br /&gt;[x] One of your family members is a bit weird (Just look at my brother. No wait. My mother and my father too. Screw. Like mel, my whole family is weird.)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have done voluntary work&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have a wild imagination&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You love to take care of people in need&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You’ve had guys like you only because they think you’re pretty&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You’ve rejected at least one person when they’ve asked you out&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your dad is very rich/important&lt;br /&gt;[x] You are clever (yes, yes I know, don't need to rub it in)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You’ve been with someone way different from you&lt;br /&gt;[x] You’re unique and different from everyone else&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You’d never marry someone just because they were rich (I would)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have set a lot of goals for yourself&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You don’t have a lot of friends&lt;br /&gt;[x] You’re independent&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are wealthy&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your parents try to control your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariel;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your parents expect a lot from you&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You really try to follow the rules, but it’s hard for you (WTF?! Nevarr. Haha!)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You’re a bit of a trouble maker&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You’re the youngest in your family or in the last 2nd&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have a lot of sisters&lt;br /&gt;[x] You collect something&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have/had long, hair (T_T I had to cut it)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have/had a pet fish&lt;br /&gt;[x] You’re extremely curious&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You believe everything people tell you/you’re a bit gullible (lol mel =.=)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your middle name is Ariel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow White;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You know that you’re beautiful (ego.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Sometimes it seems like your mom is jealous of you&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You’ve almost been killed&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have at least seven good friends&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You’ve had food poisoning&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have/had short hair (T_T)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You get along with almost everyone&lt;br /&gt;[x] All of your friends are different&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love to have a good time&lt;br /&gt;[x] You’re happier when you’re out of the house than in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulan;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can be a tomboy sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;[x] People wish you could be a bit more girly&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You’ve pretended to be someone you’re not&lt;br /&gt;[x] You’ve had a physical fight with someone (Heh. And I won. :D)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have/had considered running away from home (I DID! But I came back in 1 hour :O)&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your parents try to plan your life out&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have friends who are boys&lt;br /&gt;[x] You sometimes find yourself in bad situations&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You love your family so much that you’d do anything to protect them&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aurora; (lol, kelly =.=)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You live/have lived with someone other than your parents&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You almost died at a very young age&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are gentle, loving, and/or thoughtful&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have a decent singing voice&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like to sleep in late on the weekends&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You spend most of your time outside&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You’re adopted&lt;br /&gt;[x] Pink is one of your favorite colors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pocahontas;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love to walk around and explore big cities&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are more spiritual than religious&lt;br /&gt;[x] You’ve been in an interracial relationship&lt;br /&gt;[ ] One of your family members is dead&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your parents are very protective of you&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Someone you know has been in war&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love nature&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have/had black hair&lt;br /&gt;[x] You would love to move somewhere exotic and beautiful&lt;br /&gt;[x] You’re very adventurous&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL : 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;CRESCENTIAN LOVES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]Greet the Principal when you see her.&lt;br /&gt;[x]Help a teacher carry her books to the staff room.&lt;br /&gt;[x]Paid attention to a teacher whom you think his/her lesson was boring.&lt;br /&gt;[x]Gotten full marks/ distinction on a class test.&lt;br /&gt;[x]Gotten full marks/ distinction on a common test.&lt;br /&gt;total: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]Bought a bao from the last stall in the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;[x]Missed recess for homework.&lt;br /&gt;[x]Ate with your friends during recess.&lt;br /&gt;[x]Ate with a teacher(s) during recess.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Ate alone during recess.&lt;br /&gt;total so far: 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]Used your phone in class. (omg, seriously, who doesn't?)&lt;br /&gt;[x]Visited sites other than the ones you were supposed to during lesson.&lt;br /&gt;[x]Cursed the teacher without him/her hearing.&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Gotten caught for using your phone in class.&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Gotten caught for surfing the net during lesson.&lt;br /&gt;total so far: 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Got caught for messy hair.&lt;br /&gt;[x]Got caught for folding your skirt/tucking out your shirt.&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Got caught for wearing earrings to school. (I need to remember to go pierce my ears on my 17th or something.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Got caught for wearing the wrong shoes.&lt;br /&gt;[x]Got caught for folding your socks/because your socks were too short. (heh heh.)&lt;br /&gt;total so far: 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]Looked for a teacher after school.&lt;br /&gt;[x]Had consultation with a teacher after school.&lt;br /&gt;[x]Stayed back for CCA.&lt;br /&gt;[x]Stayed back for remedial.&lt;br /&gt;[x]Stayed back for no reason. (OMG. I should've done more of this. D:)&lt;br /&gt;total so far: 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]Skipped CCA.&lt;br /&gt;[x]Had to do CWO.&lt;br /&gt;[x]Had more then 10 Gotchas.&lt;br /&gt;[x]Had fun during class outings.&lt;br /&gt;[x]Celebrated your classmate's birthdays. (CRESCENTIAN HAPPY BIRTHDAY SONG! I MISS IT!)&lt;br /&gt;total so far: 23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]Cleaned up the classroom&lt;br /&gt;[x]Helped to decorate the classroom. (lol. cny.)&lt;br /&gt;[x]Contributed to the resources used to decorate the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;[x]Littered in class before.&lt;br /&gt;[x]Ate sweets in class before.&lt;br /&gt;total so far: 28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]Had recess in class. (while doing homework and then spilled milo on my amath textbook!)&lt;br /&gt;[x]Had lunch in class.&lt;br /&gt;[x]Loitered in school.&lt;br /&gt;[x]Bought food from Cheers at the petrol station near the school.&lt;br /&gt;[x]Loitered at the petrol station.&lt;br /&gt;total so far: 33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Received an Honor point. (surprisingly, I've never, ever gotten one. :D)&lt;br /&gt;[x]Received a demerit.&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Had detention. (I got 5 demerits but I wasn't sent for it. Hmmm.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Had more than 8 honor points.&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Got an SO(Serious offence).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall total: 34/45&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I R 55% INNOCENT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start with 100% and subtract 1% for everything that you've done. Then repost as you're __% innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: I just put in the friggin boxes because I LIKE THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]01. Smoked&lt;br /&gt;[ ]02. Drank alcohol&lt;br /&gt;[ ]03. Cried when someone died&lt;br /&gt;[ ]04. Been drunk&lt;br /&gt;[ ]05. Had sex&lt;br /&gt;[ ]06. Been to a concert&lt;br /&gt;[ ]07. Gotten/given a hand job&lt;br /&gt;[ ]08. Been verbally/sexually harassed&lt;br /&gt;[ ]09. Verbally/sexually harassed somebody&lt;br /&gt;[ ]10. Went scuba diving&lt;br /&gt;[ ]11. Had a party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 100%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]12. Felt someone up and/or been felt up.&lt;br /&gt;[x]13. Laughed so hard something came out of your nose&lt;br /&gt;[ ]14. Cheated on a boyfriend/girlfriend before&lt;br /&gt;[ ]15. Been cheated on by a boyfriend/girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;[x]16. Been to prom&lt;br /&gt;[x]17. Cried at school&lt;br /&gt;[x]18. Gotten lost in a Wal-Mart or a department store&lt;br /&gt;[ ]19. Went streaking&lt;br /&gt;[ ]20. Given or received a lap dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 95%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]21. Had someone of the opposite sex in your room&lt;br /&gt;[ ]22. Had someone of the opposite sex sleep over&lt;br /&gt;[ ]23. Slept over at someone of the opposite sex's house&lt;br /&gt;[ ]24. Kissed a stranger&lt;br /&gt;[x]25. Hugged a stranger&lt;br /&gt;[ ]26. Driven a car&lt;br /&gt;[x]27. Gotten an x-ray&lt;br /&gt;[ ]28. Hit by a car&lt;br /&gt;[ ]30. Done drugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 92%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]31. Played strip poker/darts/pool&lt;br /&gt;[ ]32. Got paid to strip for someone&lt;br /&gt;[x]33. Ran away from home&lt;br /&gt;[ ]34. Broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;[x]35. Eaten sushi&lt;br /&gt;[ ]36. Bought porn&lt;br /&gt;[ ]37. Watched porn&lt;br /&gt;[ ]38. Made porn&lt;br /&gt;[ ]39. Made beans&lt;br /&gt;[x]40. Been in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 88%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]41. French kissed&lt;br /&gt;[x]42. Laughed so hard you cried&lt;br /&gt;[x]43. Cried yourself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;[x]44. Laughed yourself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;[ ]45. Stabbed yourself&lt;br /&gt;[ ]46. Shot a gun&lt;br /&gt;[x]47. Trash talked someone and then acted like their best friend the next day&lt;br /&gt;[x]48. Been online for 9 consecutive hours&lt;br /&gt;[ ]49. Watched TV for 9 consecutive hours&lt;br /&gt;[x]50. Watched an animal die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 82%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]51. Watched a person die&lt;br /&gt;[ ]52. Kissed somewhere with at least 1 person present&lt;br /&gt;[x]53. Pranked somebody&lt;br /&gt;[x]54. Put somebody in the hospital&lt;br /&gt;[x]55. Snuck into someone's room and/or your own room after being out&lt;br /&gt;[x]56. Made spicy beans&lt;br /&gt;[x]57. Dressed punk&lt;br /&gt;[x]58. Dressed Goth&lt;br /&gt;[x]59. Dressed preppy&lt;br /&gt;[ ]60. Been to a motocross race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 75%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]61. Avoided somebody&lt;br /&gt;[x]62. Been stalked&lt;br /&gt;[x]63. Stalked someone&lt;br /&gt;[x]64. Met a celebrity&lt;br /&gt;[x]65. Played an instrument&lt;br /&gt;[x]66. Ridden a horse&lt;br /&gt;[x]67. Cut yourself&lt;br /&gt;[ ]68. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;[ ]69. Ding dong ditched somebody&lt;br /&gt;[ ]70. Been to a wild party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 68%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]71. Been caught stealing something&lt;br /&gt;[x]72. Kicked/punched a guy in the balls&lt;br /&gt;[ ]73. Stolen a boyfriend/girlfriend from a friend&lt;br /&gt;[ ]74. Gone out with your friend's crush&lt;br /&gt;[ ]75. Got arrested&lt;br /&gt;[ ]76. Been pregnant&lt;br /&gt;[x]77. Baby-sat&lt;br /&gt;[x]78. Been to another country&lt;br /&gt;[ ]79. Started your house on fire&lt;br /&gt;[x]80. Had an encounter with a ghost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 64%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]81. Donated your hair to cancer patients&lt;br /&gt;[x]82. Been asked out by someone that you never thought you'd be asked out by&lt;br /&gt;[x]83. Cried over a member of the opposite sex&lt;br /&gt;[ ]84. Had a boyfriend/girlfriend for over 2 months&lt;br /&gt;[x]85. Sat on your butt all day&lt;br /&gt;[x]86. Ate a whole carton of ice cream all by yourself&lt;br /&gt;[ ]87. Had a job&lt;br /&gt;[ ]88. Gotten cut from a sports team&lt;br /&gt;[ ]89. Been called a whore&lt;br /&gt;[ ]90. Danced like a whore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 60%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]91. Been mistaken for a celebrity&lt;br /&gt;[x]92. Been in a car accident&lt;br /&gt;[ ]93. Been told you have beautiful eyes&lt;br /&gt;[x]94. Been told you have beautiful hair (that person was blind, I'd bet)&lt;br /&gt;[ ]95. Raped somebody&lt;br /&gt;[x]96. Danced in the rain&lt;br /&gt;[x]97. Been rejected&lt;br /&gt;[ ]98. Left a restaurant without paying&lt;br /&gt;[x]99. Punched someone/slapped someone in the face&lt;br /&gt;[ ]100. Been raped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 55%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your best friends name?&lt;br /&gt;Yuujirou. He is also my bed buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What color underwear/boxers wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;Pink. As usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;Your Call by Secondhand Serenade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Whats your favorite number?&lt;br /&gt;9 and 22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What was the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;Chipsmore double chocolate cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If you were a crayon what color would you be?&lt;br /&gt;Blue. Sky blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How is the weather right now?&lt;br /&gt;Dark, cloudy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;Mel~ she tried to get me to talk to my parents when my mouth was still foaming from the previous talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The first thing you notice about the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;Spectacles, eyes, arms and legs. In that order. Yes, I realised that I have a spectacle fetish. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you have a significant other?&lt;br /&gt;Yuujirou, for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Favorite TV show?&lt;br /&gt;I don't watch TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Siblings?&lt;br /&gt;A self-proclaimed "Japanese" who is very brown and thinks he is a Kamen Rider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Height?&lt;br /&gt;160.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Hair color?&lt;br /&gt;Brownish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Eye Color?&lt;br /&gt;Blackish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you wear contacts?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Favorite Holiday?&lt;br /&gt;Scotland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Month?&lt;br /&gt;Febuary and April. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Have you ever cried for no reason?&lt;br /&gt;Why of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What was the last movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;Yes-man. Lol. With Jojo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Favorite Day of the Year?&lt;br /&gt;22 April!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Are you too shy to ask someone out?&lt;br /&gt;Not really. I just swallow my guts and ask them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Can you do a headstand (not using the wall)?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Hugs or Kisses?&lt;br /&gt;Hugs! Lots of skin contact, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Chocolate or Vanilla?&lt;br /&gt;YESSSS CHOCOLATEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you want your friends to respond to this?&lt;br /&gt;NURUL SHOULD. AND DALILAH. AND JOSEPH. AND WHOEVER ELSE. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Who is most likely to respond?&lt;br /&gt;(yeah mel, I did respond. lullz) Nurul will. For sure. 100% :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Who is least likely to respond?&lt;br /&gt;Yuujirou. Because he is a teddy bear and he doesn't even have a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What books are you reading?&lt;br /&gt;Skylight by David Hare, which also happens to be my Literature text. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Piercings?&lt;br /&gt;None. Ask me again on the 22nd of April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Favorite movies?&lt;br /&gt;IDK. Looooaads of Jap ones like Kimi ni Shika Kikoenai, Shindo and Tada Kimi wo Aishiteru. OH OH OH AND VIRGIN SNOW. YESSS VIRGIN SNOW IS GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Favorite football Team?&lt;br /&gt;MAN U ALL THE WAY (omg this since when I was 5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. what were u doing before this?&lt;br /&gt;Playing with my new &lt;s&gt;husband/wife&lt;/s&gt; phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Butter, Plain or Salted popcorn?&lt;br /&gt;Nuuu. The sweet ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Dogs or cats?&lt;br /&gt;CATS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Favorite flower?&lt;br /&gt;Daisies (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Been caught doing something you weren't supposed to do?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Do you have a best friend of the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;Yuujirou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Have you ever loved someone?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Who would you like to see right now?&lt;br /&gt;(lol mel, I know who you want to see~) I will not name him. Yes. Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Are you still friends with people from kindergarten?&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen them since... I graduated from kindergarten?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Have you ever fired a gun?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Lol. Marksman. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Do you like to travel by plane?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. In-flight food is fattening and awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Right-handed or Left-handed?&lt;br /&gt;Right-handed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. How many pillows do you sleep with?&lt;br /&gt;3 and Mushy and Yuujirou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Are you missing someone?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Do you have a Tattoo?&lt;br /&gt;No. Should I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Anybody on myspace that you'd go on a date with?&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what the heck's myspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Would you marry for money?&lt;br /&gt;Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you had braces?&lt;br /&gt;Eww. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Could you live without a computer?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you could live in any past time period, where would it be?&lt;br /&gt;World War II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you drink enough water?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you wear shoes in the house or take 'em off?&lt;br /&gt;I take them off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What are your favorite fruits?&lt;br /&gt;I hate fruits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is your favorite place to visit?&lt;br /&gt;Daiso :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Are you photogenic?&lt;br /&gt;I only look decent when I act cute so no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you dream in color or black and white?&lt;br /&gt;Colour. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Why do you take survey??&lt;br /&gt;Because I love surveys :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you drink alcohol?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is the most beautiful language?&lt;br /&gt;Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you like being kissed when you are asleep?&lt;br /&gt;Never happened to me. But yes, I would like to be kissed. So shoujo-tastic, omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. WHAT do you like MOST: Sunrise or sunset?&lt;br /&gt;Both. They're both pink-ish sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you want to live until you're 100 yrs old?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Is a flat stomach important to you?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. And I'm proud to be an owner of one (without even trying :x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. When you watch movies at home, do you like the lights switched on or off?&lt;br /&gt;Off! In my room. With my blanket, snacks and Yuujirou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you believe in magic?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you like to watch cartoons?&lt;br /&gt;Anime? Some. I hate those draggy ones. Stuff like Toradora re fine. Stuff like Gundam and Naruto and Bleach and other shit are not fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. At what age did you find out that Santa Claus wasn't real?&lt;br /&gt;I never thought he was real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you write poems?&lt;br /&gt;Never tried until I started H2 Lit. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you snore?&lt;br /&gt;No. Ask Dhanu. She's a firm believer that I don't snore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. You sleep more on your back, front,or sides?&lt;br /&gt;Sides. And back sometimes. Front is when I cry myself to sleep. Lulls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Would you rather have a poodle or a rottweiler?&lt;br /&gt;A cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Are you basically a happy person?&lt;br /&gt;I try. Very hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Are you tired?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Did you drink anything with caffeine?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. How many landline/cellphones do you have in your house?&lt;br /&gt;Around... 10 also I guess. More than that. Idk. Some of them don't work, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you get along with your parents?&lt;br /&gt;No. Absolutely not. They have their opinions and I have mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you smoke?&lt;br /&gt;No. Maybe I should try?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Do you have a kitty?&lt;br /&gt;I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Have you ever had a birthday party?&lt;br /&gt;Last year :D Hopefully this year too! :DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. What do you do when you're sad?&lt;br /&gt;Read tragic Shoujo and cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. What do you need most now?&lt;br /&gt;More tragical Shoujo. Because I ran out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. What song are you listening to now?&lt;br /&gt;My brother's voice repeating everything I am typing now. SHADDUP ZAF!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40.what are you craving right now?&lt;br /&gt;Someone. And cake. Both. At the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-4210282709800408956?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/4210282709800408956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=4210282709800408956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/4210282709800408956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/4210282709800408956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2009/03/193-lifes-like-shit.html' title='193 Life&apos;s like shit'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-8956139779594634293</id><published>2009-03-16T15:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T15:41:51.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>192 More Memes</title><content type='html'>MEL! WE HAVE MORE MEMES TO DO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Stolen from my beloved brother's Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I AM 52% BOYISH, 40% GIRLISH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY BOY SIDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] you love hoodies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] you love jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] dogs are better than cats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] its hilarious when people get hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] you've played with boys on a team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] shopping is torture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] sad movies suck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you own a XBOX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] you played with Hot Wheels as a little kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] at some point in your life you wanted to be a firefighter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you own a DS PS2 or SEGA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] you used to be obsessed with Power Rangers (I grew up with them :3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you watch sports on TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] gory movies are cool (to a certain extent...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]sometimes you go to your dad for advice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you own like a trillion baseball hats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] you used to/do collect pokemon (heh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] baggy sweat pants are nice to wear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] its kind of weird to have sleepovers with a bunch of people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] green, black, red, blue or silver are one of your favourite colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] sports are fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] you sometimes talk with food in your mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] you sleep at night with your socks on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you have fished at least once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL= 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY GIRL SIDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] you like to shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you wear eyeliner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] you wear the color pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] sometimes you go to your mum for advice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you consider cheerleading a sport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you hate wearing all black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] you like going to the mall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you like getting manicures and/or pedicures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you like wearing jewelery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you cried watching The Notebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] skirts are a big part of your wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] shopping is one of your favourite hobbies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you've seen Star Wars and don''t like some of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you do/did gymnastics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] it takes you one hour to get shower and dressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you smile a lot more than you should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you have more than 10 pairs of shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] you care about what you look like majority of the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you like wearing dresses whenever you can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] you like dancing/do dancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you like high heel shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] you used to play with dolls as a kid (barbie! :x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] you like putting makeup on others (:D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you like being the star of almost everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] pink is one of your favourite colours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL= 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now multiply by 4 to get your percentage&lt;br /&gt;Boyish: 14 x 4 = 52%&lt;br /&gt;Girlish: 10 x 4 = 40%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then repost this as, 52% boyish, 40% girlish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I R 67.3% ASIAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multiply your total score by 25/13 and put the subject as I am ___% Asian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Both of your parents are from Asia&lt;br /&gt;[x] You were born in Asia&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You use the term "Azn"&lt;br /&gt;[x] You think DDR is cool&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've watched lots of anime&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like Korean drama&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have stuff hanging on your phone&lt;br /&gt;[x] You think your parents want you to marry within your own race&lt;br /&gt;[x] You eat rice almost everyday&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You drink lemon tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X's so far: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You style your hair&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have a bebo/myspace/friendster&lt;br /&gt;[x] You speak languages other than English&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your parents are strict&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your parents have high expectations of you&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You always get A's/B's on your report&lt;br /&gt;[x] You do Chemistry/Biology/Physics/Accounting&lt;br /&gt;[x]You know your multiplication table&lt;br /&gt;[ ]You play badminton or table tennis or Irish Pingpong&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've seen the original asian version The Ring/The Grudge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X's so far: 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You go/want to go to a university and would NEVER consider an apprenticeship&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You own an asian car (Honda, Toyota, etc)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You're not the only child&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've gotten little red envelopes around February&lt;br /&gt;[x] You know the difference between kung fu, karate and tae kwon do&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your mother tries to bargain even though the product is already discounted&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can solve a rubiks cube&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have a box of noodles somewhere in your house&lt;br /&gt;[x] You play video games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X's so far: 23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Everytime you're going out, your parents ask you where you're going and what time you'll be home&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have karaoke at home&lt;br /&gt;[ ]You've been to a LAN more than 3 times&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have incense sticks/moth balls in your house&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You own a gaming console&lt;br /&gt;[x] You don't wear shoes in your house&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can use chopsticks&lt;br /&gt;[x] You get nothing if you do well in school, but nagged if you don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X's so far: 27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your parents won't let you go out if you have school the next day&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have asian songs on your computer/iPod&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You don't like football&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You like Soccer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X's so far: 28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have a curfew (MEH.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You know what ulzzang/tb means&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You know what purikura is&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like bubble tea&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Your parents bought you shoes many sizes too big so you can "grow into it" and wear it for years to come&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've played final fantasy&lt;br /&gt;[x] You believe in fortune cookies (but its been so long since I last ate one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X's so far: 32&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]You know what is bok choy&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've heard the song "Got rice?"&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've had pockys/yan yan before&lt;br /&gt;[x] when you ask for ur mums permission she goes "ask ur dad" (&amp;amp;vice versa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X's so far: 35&lt;br /&gt;Total X's: 35&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35 * 25/13 = 67.3%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;OMFG. LIKE, SHIET. I R 84% RETARDED&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have yelled at an inanimate object for 'hurting' you.&lt;br /&gt;[x]You have ran into a glass/screen door.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have jumped out of a moving vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have thought of something funny and laughed, then people gave you weird looks.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have ran into a tree/bush&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have been called a "blonde" (LOLLLL HAHAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You know that it IS possible to lick your elbow.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You just tried to lick your elbow.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You never knew that the Alphabet and Twinkle Twinkle Little Star have the same rhythm&lt;br /&gt;[x] You sang them to make sure.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have tripped on your own feet and fallen.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have choked on your own spit.&lt;br /&gt;so far: 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have seen the Matrix/Star Wars and still don't get it&lt;br /&gt;[ ]You type with three fingers or less.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have accidentally caught something on fire.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have caught yourself drooling&lt;br /&gt;so far: 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have fallen asleep in class.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Sometimes you just stop thinking.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Sometimes when you are telling a story you forget what you were talking about&lt;br /&gt;[x] People often shake their heads and walk away from you.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are often told to use your "inside voice".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far: 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You use your fingers to do simple math.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have eaten a bug accidentally.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You are taking this test when you should be doing something more important.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have put your clothes on backwards or inside out, and didn't realize it.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've looked all over for something and realized it was in your hand/pocket the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;so far: 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You repost bulletins because you are scared that what they say will happen to you if you don't.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You break a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You tilt your head when you're confused&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have fallen out of your chair before.&lt;br /&gt;[x] When you're lying in bed, you try to find pictures in the texture on the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;[x] The word "um" is used many times a day.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You don't know what "um" means.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You say "what" and "huh" a lot.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You used a calculator to multiply your score for this bulletin. (no but I stare at the ceiling and try to count my fingers to do that! :x)&lt;br /&gt;Total: 28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MULTIPLY BY 3 &amp;amp; REPOST WITH "I AM __% RETARDED"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I've slept an average of 12 hours everyday since the holidays started.&lt;br /&gt;And I have absolutely no mood to study for profiling.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just like, stoning around with my brother at home, eating weird food like fried asam laksa soy sauce maggi mee and egg mayonnaise vinegar rice.&lt;br /&gt;Both of them taste nice, but for some weird reason or another, Zaf is down with a half-cold.&lt;br /&gt;It's been raining since 11am.&lt;br /&gt;Toradora!'s OST is awesome :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-8956139779594634293?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/8956139779594634293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=8956139779594634293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/8956139779594634293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/8956139779594634293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2009/03/192-more-memes.html' title='192 More Memes'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-692061903159288465</id><published>2009-03-14T14:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T15:00:07.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>191 spacefem.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#FF1493" border=1 width="50%"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;big&gt;you are deeppink&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br&gt;#FF1493&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size=-1&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your dominant hues are red and magenta. You love doing your own thing and going on your own adventures, but there are close friends you know you just can't leave behind. You can influence others on days when you're patient, but most times you just want to go out, have fun, and do your own thing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your saturation level is high - you get into life and have a strong personality. Everyone you meet will either love you or hate you - either way, your goal is to get them to change the world with you. You are very hard working and don't have much patience for people without your initiative.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your outlook on life is very bright. You are sunny and optimistic about life and others find it very encouraging, but remember to tone it down if you sense irritation.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://spacefem.com/quizzes/colors"&gt;the spacefem.com html color quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--Start Psychic Quiz Results Code--&gt; &lt;table align="center" style="border: 1px solid #C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:12pt; background-color:#CCFF66; color:#000000; text-align:center; padding:10px;"&gt;I am 67% Psychic &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:10pt; background-color:#DDDDDD; color:#000000; text-align:center;padding:10px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I can accurately predict whether someone:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is psychic&lt;br /&gt;likes to stay up late&lt;br /&gt;likes cold weather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I cannot tell whether someone:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suffers from seasonal allergies&lt;br /&gt;understands computers&lt;br /&gt;owns cassette tapes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:8pt; background-color:#CCFF66; color:#000000; text-align:center;padding:10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.spacefem.com/quizzes/psychic/results.php?r=ddbb5a75e"&gt;See what &lt;b&gt;my&lt;/b&gt; psychic predicted for me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spacefem.com/quizzes/psychic"&gt;Take the quiz and get predictions at Spacefem.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;!--End Psychic Quiz Results Code--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px; background:white; color:black; padding: 10px;text-align:center; border: 1px solid #333333;"&gt;Your rainbow is strongly shaded&lt;b&gt; violet and pink.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background: #e62999"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background: #e66d99"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background: #e68f99"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background: #808199"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background: #8066ff"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background: #8029ff"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background: #c429ff"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is says about you: You are a grateful person. You appreciate beauty and craftsmanship. You are a good listener and your friends are glad to have you around in difficult times. You are patient and will keep trying to understand something until you've mastered it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://spacefem.com/quizzes/rainbow"&gt;Find the colors of your rainbow at spacefem.com.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://spacefem.com/quizzes/uselessquiz/"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.spacefemmites.com/limg/0309/uselessquiz/0.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-692061903159288465?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/692061903159288465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=692061903159288465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/692061903159288465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/692061903159288465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2009/03/191-spacefemcom.html' title='191 spacefem.com'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-2732900563914313439</id><published>2009-03-12T20:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T20:22:52.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>190 Today was terrible</title><content type='html'>Because,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I turned off the alarm on my phone so I didn't wake up at 3am as planned.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As a result, I didn't get to do my homework.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because of that, I had to skip reccess and lunch to rush homework.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Even so, that wasn't enough for the gigantinormous block of tutorials that exsists today.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;So I was scolded during Malay.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The teacher wanted to hit me with a spanner :O (The other tutors didn't notice, though.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My choco-mint snowshake was leaking.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And my prata sausage was too little and I was craving for more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My mother wanted to meet me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SOMEONE STOLE MY FAVOURITE SEAT ON THE TRAIN. THAT EMO, FULLY-BLACK CFY&amp;amp;*INBV! DON'T OPEN YOUR LEGS BIG BIG! I AM STILL PURE!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The LRT went the big big round and it was filled to the brim with tired, sian-looking adults who sigh every five seconds. Yes, the kind that have just finished work and have kids waiting for them at home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MY MP3 DIED ON THE LRT. I WAS SO SAD.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have absolutely no mood to do homework.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tomorrow's the last day of school! D:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-2732900563914313439?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/2732900563914313439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=2732900563914313439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/2732900563914313439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/2732900563914313439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2009/03/190-today-was-terrible.html' title='190 Today was terrible'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-5483595136062566875</id><published>2009-03-10T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T22:48:08.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>188 When my eyelids gain weight</title><content type='html'>They slide down every now and then, turning my world black.&lt;div&gt;And I start to nod, as though the music has taken over me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The warmth of my blanket around my legs calms me, and drifts me off to Neverland.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The security of being in my very pink room makes me feel [obviously] at ease, and all tension disappears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And together with it, all the urgency to finish homework!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I have to stay disciplined, press 'Publish Post', stay awake and continue with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't been a very good girl, so I must buck up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-5483595136062566875?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/5483595136062566875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=5483595136062566875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/5483595136062566875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/5483595136062566875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2009/03/188-when-my-eyelids-gain-weight.html' title='188 When my eyelids gain weight'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-732924576422573485</id><published>2009-03-09T21:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:52:33.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>187 Meeting. A chance.</title><content type='html'>I WENT BACK TO CRESCENT TODAY!&lt;div&gt;Ohmygod, just sitting in the canteen felt good lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And seeing everyone was even better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kelly was still awesomely &lt;s&gt;short&lt;/s&gt; awesome. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mel was still awesomely cuuttee with LONG HAIR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omg mel, I think you will cry if you have to cut it la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all look different and yet.... still the same in our spanking new uniforms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay I need to sleep soon, because I r very sleepy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But here's a little hoo-haa for all of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Because my fingers are still too itchy to go to sleep.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A strange figure. And I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walked past the school, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onto the field.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And watched, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As this figure was lying,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the steps, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His head tilted,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watching the sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I watched past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This horizontal figure,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He sat up slowly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And watched me as I strolled by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even in the dark,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could tell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How our eyes met,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And how they didn't break apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even in the dark,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could tell how &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Strange this boy was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably no older than I am young;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With his height, his frame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His t-shirt and jeans;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His posture,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As he turned from the sky, to me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the stars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As his face, his eyes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hinted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably, probably,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A tinge of sadness, of misery, of pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like that of a broken heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-732924576422573485?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/732924576422573485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=732924576422573485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/732924576422573485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/732924576422573485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2009/03/187-meeting-chance.html' title='187 Meeting. A chance.'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-669069971431979060</id><published>2009-03-08T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T21:54:31.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>186 Obligatory</title><content type='html'>I feel a sudden obligation to update.&lt;div&gt;My week's pretty much been rather sucky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And awesome at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Either way, there were things to laugh about, things to frown about, things to cry about, things to smile about, things to scream about, things to bitch about, which makes this week pretty cool, I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But hey, that's life, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There has to be a negative somewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There has to be a positive somewhere too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going back to Crescent tomorrow with Mel!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gawd, I've been waiting forever for this day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I can, like, bask in familiarity for just an hour or so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I can just pretend I'm still in my beloved home, where I really felt belonged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all like to live in lies sometimes, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the extent that we deliberately create some to fool ourselves into thinking that we are still in our comfort zone when we're in such huge danger, it's staring at us in the face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And guess what? We don't even turn away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKAY EMO EMO GO AWAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tag repliess:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MEL&lt;/span&gt;: We are going back to Crescent tomorrow! ;D SORRY ABOUT GQ OMG MY TABLET AND THE STUPID SOFTWARE IS A BLOODY BITCH D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dean&lt;/span&gt;: YO DEAN! Long time no see/hear/speak! Someone's 17 now, eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nabilah&lt;/span&gt;: Linked you too! Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Renie!&lt;/span&gt;: HEEYYYY BABE! Linked you! LINK ME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay. Time to click publish. And then sleep. And then hope that tomorrow I will pass 2.4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-669069971431979060?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/669069971431979060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=669069971431979060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/669069971431979060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/669069971431979060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2009/03/186-obligatory.html' title='186 Obligatory'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-5696058344336044372</id><published>2009-03-03T21:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:46:34.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>185 JOSEPH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I MET JOJO AT DHOBY GHAUT TODAY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes, Jojo, I noticed that this post is 18+5=23.&lt;div&gt;BUT THAT DOES NOT MEAN THAT 23 IS HAUNTING YOU. PFFFTTTT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole purpose of this little meet-up was to take photos for his now-revived Facebook account. HAHA. A meeting solely for camwhoring. Imagine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We didn't take many pictures, though. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/Sa0v9gymbBI/AAAAAAAAAjM/Xq7TLd9S5kg/s1600-h/DSC01045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/Sa0v9gymbBI/AAAAAAAAAjM/Xq7TLd9S5kg/s400/DSC01045.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308952269560376338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/Sa0v9-j84UI/AAAAAAAAAjU/zIRiP8bA6A8/s1600-h/DSC01046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/Sa0v9-j84UI/AAAAAAAAAjU/zIRiP8bA6A8/s400/DSC01046.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308952277551997250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/Sa0v-Lv57ZI/AAAAAAAAAjc/6RymvHsxI84/s1600-h/DSC01047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/Sa0v-Lv57ZI/AAAAAAAAAjc/6RymvHsxI84/s400/DSC01047.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308952281091796370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;GRAPHIC CALCULATOR! Though mine is sexier but the koala is cute too :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/Sa0v-XMK-pI/AAAAAAAAAjk/k29Xcawp-YI/s1600-h/DSC01049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/Sa0v-XMK-pI/AAAAAAAAAjk/k29Xcawp-YI/s400/DSC01049.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308952284163144338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lol, suddenly the train is empty. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/Sa0v-d8lnZI/AAAAAAAAAjs/sMIJN-YWcTM/s1600-h/DSC01051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/Sa0v-d8lnZI/AAAAAAAAAjs/sMIJN-YWcTM/s400/DSC01051.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308952285976829330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/Sa0xKvJYrJI/AAAAAAAAAkU/IluoBlKANbw/s1600-h/DSC01052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/Sa0xKvJYrJI/AAAAAAAAAkU/IluoBlKANbw/s400/DSC01052.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308953596263967890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/Sa0xKbSTfNI/AAAAAAAAAkM/5k-tKDrss94/s1600-h/DSC01053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/Sa0xKbSTfNI/AAAAAAAAAkM/5k-tKDrss94/s400/DSC01053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308953590932667602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/Sa0xJuJ0D4I/AAAAAAAAAj0/3bdBthQVkAY/s1600-h/DSC01056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/Sa0xJuJ0D4I/AAAAAAAAAj0/3bdBthQVkAY/s400/DSC01056.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308953578817458050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/Sa0xtcrtAOI/AAAAAAAAAkk/oL-I3ZTcVY0/s1600-h/DSC01057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/Sa0xtcrtAOI/AAAAAAAAAkk/oL-I3ZTcVY0/s400/DSC01057.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308954192603054306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOSEPH COPIED MAH POSE. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/Sa0xtIxVUNI/AAAAAAAAAkc/S8g6J6as3uE/s1600-h/DSC01058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/Sa0xtIxVUNI/AAAAAAAAAkc/S8g6J6as3uE/s400/DSC01058.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308954187257958610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHAHA. Doors closing~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's something to humor y'all:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It would be nice to live in a world of lies/       zee ! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i r upping the pics now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It would be nice to live in a world of lies/       zee ! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omfg my google chrome just crashed&lt;br /&gt;shiet! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;™ Htaed Detsiwt says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;my picture too hot&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It would be nice to live in a world of lies/       zee ! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EGO!&lt;br /&gt;your pic too gross it rejected&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*upping the pics = uploading the pictures :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;TAG REPLIESSS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nurul! ^^&lt;/span&gt;:  Yay i r happy! I love your blogster too! ;D And I call it a meme because its a quiz that's ALL ABOUT ME. YAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mojojo²:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; WELCOME BACK (though I've said it alreadyy). Yes, I r taking care of myself. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nabilah&lt;/span&gt;: I LOVE RAINBOWS! Link me! I'll link youuuu. :D&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/8401456243711142080-5696058344336044372?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/5696058344336044372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=5696058344336044372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/5696058344336044372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/5696058344336044372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2009/03/185-joseph.html' title='185 JOSEPH!'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/Sa0v9gymbBI/AAAAAAAAAjM/Xq7TLd9S5kg/s72-c/DSC01045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-7688305402335540972</id><published>2009-03-02T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T21:56:28.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>184</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today was one of the best days of 2009 so far (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to all (the rainbow, especially!), who made it incredibly, incredibly amazing for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now I'm not very high anymore, because...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a pimple on my chin. T__T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-7688305402335540972?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/7688305402335540972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=7688305402335540972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/7688305402335540972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/7688305402335540972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2009/03/184.html' title='184'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-5340100018350017953</id><published>2009-03-01T09:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T09:47:50.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>183 Japanese Names</title><content type='html'>I ran/walked/jogged a total of (2.4+1.8)= &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.2km&lt;/span&gt; this morning.&lt;div&gt;Ran/jogged for 2.4, jogged/brisk walked for 1.8. Lawl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 2.4 timing's like... 13 mins! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My left foot aches like crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe because my left leg is shorter or something. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'm supposed to clean my room now so that &lt;s&gt;I CAN FREAKING GET OUT OF THIS SHITHOLE&lt;/s&gt; meet Terrina, Zach and Atikah to do the lit project thingy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did some weird Japanese name generator tests.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Technically, I did a literal translation of my name Zarifah Anuar, into Japanese like, in Sec 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since Zarifah= Beautiful and bright (cough), and Anuar= light,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I concluded that my name would be Akemi Hikaru (since Akemi=beautiful and bright, and Hikaru= light). Hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I liked it. :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT THEN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now my hand itchy itchy go googled for them Jap name generators.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a few results I got.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(first name first)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miharu Ishikawa (&lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com"&gt;rumandmonkey.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yoshe Genji (like, wtf, right?? &lt;a href="http://blogthings.com"&gt;blogthings.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saichi Zeraifa (&lt;a href="http://www.keiichianimeforever.com/culture/japanese/nametranslator.html"&gt;O_o&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shich Zarifufu (&lt;a href="http://www.rcs.k12.va.us/csjh/japanesename.htm"&gt;Fuck.&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay whatever. I'm too lazy to look for more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like the Miharu Ishikawa one. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I shall be faithful and stick to my Akemi Hikaru.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay I am in a bad mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not PMS-ing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going to clean my room now, bye.&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/8401456243711142080-5340100018350017953?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/5340100018350017953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=5340100018350017953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/5340100018350017953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/5340100018350017953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2009/03/183-japanese-names.html' title='183 Japanese Names'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-4361830313384183088</id><published>2009-02-28T09:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T09:34:14.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>182 MEMEs Make Me Happy</title><content type='html'>Nurul's blog too :D&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had much time to go reading people's blogs, but I think I should!&lt;br /&gt;Especially super-active people who have loads of nice stuff to write about like Noodles. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's a meme to (somehow) cheer myself up.&lt;br /&gt;Shit, I should be training now.&lt;br /&gt;2.4 is next week. I'm supposed to have some sort of a godly timing. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. Answer the questions as honestly as possible.&lt;br /&gt;2. Post this as "Did That Happen To You?"&lt;br /&gt;3. Tag 10 friends.&lt;br /&gt;4. Everyone tagged has to do the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;5. Have fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. What do you do if you are in the bathroom with a beetle flying around?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scream and run out. Regardless of whether I'm naked or not. My bathroom's in my room anyways. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. What do you do if you hear a song you like playing on the radio when you are all alone in the room?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SING OUT LOUD! LET THOSE LUNGS WORK IT! I'll start air-guitaring and dancing too. Yay.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. You want to speak to your crush badly. What is your pick up line?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm. I don't have pick-up lines. I r not that despo/cliche. I'll just go "Hey!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. What do you do if all your friends hate a particular band that you love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Screw them. I'll just keep liking my beloved band!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. What do you do when you trip and fall in front of many people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRY T_T. No lah. Sit up and moan at my wounds. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. You forgot to do your multiple-choice question homework (the one whereby you have to choose 1 out of 4 options given to you as your answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG ONLY MULTIPLE CHOICE! Okay good. The 'cher hasn't come in yet. ABBACBDCADBDBAD!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. You have bad breath and someone speaks to you. How do you react?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I talk to you in a while? My bowel's about to burst. *makes a quit exit to the loo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. You just finished gym and after a shower, you drop your clean clothes on the wet floor. What do you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just wear them. I mean, it's just the shower stall floor, right? That's clean what. Like, 99% water only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. What do you do if a personality quiz says that you have a lousy personality as your result?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CTFVGYBHNJK DAMN. Do another quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Your friend gave you the worst gift you have ever received and asks: Do you like it? How do you react?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank him/her, smile and recieve other gifts with open arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11.(Continued from question 10) What are you really thinking secretly inside?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Crap. What am I supposed to do with this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. A hot guy/girl keeps looking at you while you are on the bus. What are you secretly thinking inside?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap. He's hot. I think my skirt is tilted. No, my blouse is weird. Or maybe he has the same bag as me. THE HAIR. MY HAIR IS SCREWED. Shit. Why is he still staring? Omg he's so damn hot. The legs!!! &gt;_&lt; He must be a runner or something. Craaapppp. I need to hide. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Your crush and you are eating dinner together, the food you've ordered came first, you do not want him or her to look at you eating while his or her food hasn't come. What will you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll eat first and let him steal some. :D SHARING IS A GOOD WAY TO BOND :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. You are alone in your house and you realized that there is a burglar. What do you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call the police. Call the guards. SCREAAAAMMMM!!!! If he has a knife I'll let him take my brother's new laptop and hopefully he'll run along. If he's unarmed then the nuts I'll aim for. :D YAY MEL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15.What do you do when your best friend had just spoilt your favourite one and only camera with all the important photos you cherished inside?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NADDDD. YOU DIE. BECAUSE MY CAMERA JUST HAPPENS TO BE MY PHONE TOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. What do you do when you receive a call from a kidnapper and your friend is in their hands?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freak out! Keep the kidnapper on the line. On another phone, I'll call my friend, and if it's true, I'll call the police and his/her parents. Then the police will prolly ask me to hold the kidnapper on the line so that the bugger can be traced so yeaaaahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. What do you do if you break your friend's favourite vase but he or she didn't saw it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bake muffins. And suck up to him/her without telling. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. You were told to buy carrots by your mother, but you forgotten it and went back home with garlics. How will you explain to your mother?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's already too much carrots at home la. Garlic with pasta will be nice. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. What do you do when you saw a cat chasing a mouse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAAAAHHHH CAT! *grabs cat and hugs it*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. You missed your favourite tv show and it was the season finale. What do you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh. I don't care. LOL! Unless it's Toradora, of which I watch online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. There is a clash in your schedule, one is your friend's wedding, the other is your another friend's last day of funeral. What will you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If both of them were friends, I'd drag my soon-to-be-wedded friend to the funeral and kill him/her for stupidly putting his/her wedding on the day of the funeral!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I tag the usual people, y'know, Noodles (who wants to do this, really :D), Jojo, Dalilah, Nadiah, Kelly. And Fathin! You should post something un-NP for a while! Oh and everyone else!&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/8401456243711142080-4361830313384183088?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/4361830313384183088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=4361830313384183088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/4361830313384183088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/4361830313384183088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2009/02/182-memes-make-me-happy.html' title='182 MEMEs Make Me Happy'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-942131663849034171</id><published>2009-02-27T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T21:44:15.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>181 Oh how I wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;TAAAAGGG REPLIES~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Mojojo²&lt;/span&gt;: Hahahaha. Okayy! I read your blog! And the most recent post! Muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MEL&lt;/span&gt;: You are very siao. Happy? :D YES GUYS WHO ACTUALLY KNOW HOW TO COOK A DECENT MEAL ARE BETTER! Guys who can bake are like, :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fathin&lt;/span&gt;: THANK YOU! :D I found your blog too! I've linked you already lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nurul!&lt;/span&gt;: :D I love scenic pics. My parents took the rainbow ones but I took the rest. :D YES WE LOOK ALIKE BECAUSE WE ARE TWINS ANYWAYYY :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/chrome/index.html?hl=en&amp;amp;brand=CHMA&amp;amp;utm_campaign=en&amp;amp;utm_source=en-ha-row-bk&amp;amp;utm_medium=ha"&gt;Google Chrome&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;In fact, I'm using it now!&lt;div&gt;It's really fast, and suuper great for reading manga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it uses less ram than firefox. Yay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drama Night auditions was today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOW THE HECK DO YOU EVEN IMITATE A MINAH ACCENT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SCREW THAT, WHAT THE HECK IS A 'MINAH ACCENT' ANYWAY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuck la. If I didn't get the role, it'll be all due to my inability to imitate a freaking minah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't mind playing a minah role, just enlighten me on minahs first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RARRRRR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toradora 21 was sad lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That Taiga was HBF^6T&amp;amp;Y*UJIHBG20FCDREFT DDDD:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This kind of thing is very hard to deal with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very, very.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay I'm tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too much has happened to me today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wayy too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sucked out the energy out of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'll just switch this "very old" (according to everyone who saw it yesterday) laptop/tablet PC off and roll over, squeeze Yuujirou and my bolster and hide under the blanket and sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BVCDE%R^T&amp;amp;YHUJBVGFR^%T&amp;amp;YUH!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FUCK LA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I WISH I COULD JUST FUCKING RANT EVERYTHING OUT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I WISH THEY COULD JUST BE FUCKING NORMAL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I WISH EVERYTHING WOULD JUST FALL INTO PLACE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I WISH I COULD GET RID OF THESE FEELINGS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YEAH I CAN STILL FUCKING WISH AT A TIME LIKE THIS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want to make people happy, you've first got to throw yourself away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't throw myself away, so look at me now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just rotted, because disposable shit like me rots anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-942131663849034171?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/942131663849034171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=942131663849034171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/942131663849034171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/942131663849034171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2009/02/181-oh-how-i-wish.html' title='181 Oh how I wish'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-6775635623046332401</id><published>2009-02-25T23:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T23:48:15.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>180 Have you ever?</title><content type='html'>Seen a double rainbow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/SaVk4JTIB_I/AAAAAAAAAiU/xOJTuDd3RRI/s1600-h/Image035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/SaVk4JTIB_I/AAAAAAAAAiU/xOJTuDd3RRI/s400/Image035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306758651657586674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/SaVk3vPyQ6I/AAAAAAAAAiM/e1rCXHZdVEM/s1600-h/Photo106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/SaVk3vPyQ6I/AAAAAAAAAiM/e1rCXHZdVEM/s400/Photo106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306758644664255394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seen a 3/4 eclipse of the sun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/SaVk4IZlEPI/AAAAAAAAAic/y_7zzoTzs1U/s1600-h/DSC00991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/SaVk4IZlEPI/AAAAAAAAAic/y_7zzoTzs1U/s400/DSC00991.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306758651416219890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch the moon so beautiful in the night sky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/SaVlSLlpSiI/AAAAAAAAAik/J-QeEhoaqE0/s1600-h/DSC00997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/SaVlSLlpSiI/AAAAAAAAAik/J-QeEhoaqE0/s400/DSC00997.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306759098948733474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met two &lt;s&gt;best friends&lt;/s&gt; twin sisters who are (sadly) separated into two different schools?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/SaVl_chdAqI/AAAAAAAAAjE/PBYtI5W-6mM/s1600-h/DSC01011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/SaVl_chdAqI/AAAAAAAAAjE/PBYtI5W-6mM/s400/DSC01011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306759876588667554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/SaVl_AA3PEI/AAAAAAAAAi8/4wBzNzjiOg0/s1600-h/DSC01014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/SaVl_AA3PEI/AAAAAAAAAi8/4wBzNzjiOg0/s400/DSC01014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306759868935781442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/SaVl-lW7ocI/AAAAAAAAAi0/oG9VVlpc3xg/s1600-h/DSC01015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/SaVl-lW7ocI/AAAAAAAAAi0/oG9VVlpc3xg/s400/DSC01015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306759861780586946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/SaVl-kZ4vSI/AAAAAAAAAis/p9BOGJN1CpY/s1600-h/DSC01020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/SaVl-kZ4vSI/AAAAAAAAAis/p9BOGJN1CpY/s400/DSC01020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306759861524544802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, this is my first picture post in damn long @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I FINISHED 78 IN MY SCHOOL'S ROAD RUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is in... 300+ girls? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even train. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WILL TRAIN HARD TO GET TOP &lt;s&gt;50&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;s&gt;30&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;20!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And get like, godly timing for 2.4 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WENT FOR BLADING WITH (about 1/3 of) 09S10!&lt;br /&gt;Wahh, I haven't bladed since... Sec 3?&lt;br /&gt;Kept wobbling due to the sea breeze (!!)&lt;br /&gt;It was really fun! Watching everyone but Zach and Noel struggle at first with the blades.&lt;br /&gt;But Noel doesn't need to struggle. He wasn't even blading. :/&lt;br /&gt;He was our pole/pillar! But a very good pole/pillar (:&lt;br /&gt;But it was nice to see that we all learned how to blade by the end of our 2-hour rental period.&lt;br /&gt;ESPECIALLY DAWN. She very pro lah she. So determined. :D&lt;br /&gt;Went to Popeye's after that, at airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how Atikah is so slow, but she's cute lah. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight all, I'm too tired to think anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I hate thunder and lightning. Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-6775635623046332401?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/6775635623046332401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=6775635623046332401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/6775635623046332401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/6775635623046332401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2009/02/180-have-you-ever.html' title='180 Have you ever?'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/SaVk4JTIB_I/AAAAAAAAAiU/xOJTuDd3RRI/s72-c/Image035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-8888153966068380919</id><published>2009-02-23T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T21:54:37.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>179 full timetable!</title><content type='html'>OMFG FULL TIMETABLE IS SO TIRING D:&lt;br /&gt;I can't even eat properly because breaks are like, for doing tutorials.&lt;br /&gt;Imma gonna sleep after I do these memes stolen from MELLLL!!!! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I were a month I would be: &lt;/span&gt;February. Because that's always when everything really starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I were a day of the week I would be: &lt;/span&gt;Wednesday. Because school ends at 1.30 and there's Drama afterwards. :D And there's that 2hrs in between that I can kill with _____. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I were a time of day I would be:&lt;/span&gt; 9am. Because that's when I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; awake. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I were a planet I would be:&lt;/span&gt; Mercury. I like the Sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I were an animal I would be:&lt;/span&gt; A KOALA SO I CAN SLEEP THE WHOLE DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I were a piece of furniture I would be:&lt;/span&gt; A rocking chair :D Because they pwn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I were a historical figure I would be:&lt;/span&gt; Genghis Khan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I were a liquid I would be:&lt;/span&gt; Milk. It makes bones strong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I were a tree I would be:&lt;/span&gt; A tree with buttress roots. Because I ♥ Buttress Roots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I were a flower/plant I would be:&lt;/span&gt; Daisy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I were a kind of weather I would be:&lt;/span&gt; Cloudy, the kind that everyone likes :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I were a musical instrument I would be:&lt;/span&gt; A UKELELE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I were an emotion I would be:&lt;/span&gt; Dao. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I were a color I would be:&lt;/span&gt; Purple. I r ghey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I were a fruit I would be:&lt;/span&gt; Eeyer I hate fruits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I were a sound I would be:&lt;/span&gt; Zee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I were an element I would be:&lt;/span&gt; Zirconium :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I were a car I would be:&lt;/span&gt; An Opel Zafira. Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I were a song I would be:&lt;/span&gt; Tokyo by YUI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I were a movie I would be:&lt;/span&gt; Tada, Kimi wo Aishiteru. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I were a book I would be:&lt;/span&gt; Can I be a manga instead? I can't decide between books but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I were a manga I would be:&lt;/span&gt; For the sake of Love (Ai no Tame ni) by Kawahara Kazune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I were a food I would be:&lt;/span&gt; Lasagna (OMG I LOVE MAKING IT NOW. layer layer~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I were a place I would be:&lt;/span&gt; The countryside of New Zealand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I were a number I would be:&lt;/span&gt; 22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I were a word I would be:&lt;/span&gt; Something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I were an object I would be:&lt;/span&gt; A 0.7 ballpoint pen :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I were a body part I would be:&lt;/span&gt; Eyelashes! (idk why. :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND HERE'S ANOTHER!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If your lover betrayed you, what would your reaction be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd listen to his excuses and then dump him. Then I'll cry for five days straight and listen to David Archie's "A Little Too Not Over You". Then I'll crush on some random guy and forget all about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you can have a dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For school to end at 3pm latest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your favourite television show?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't watch TV. Lol. But I like Gillmore Girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you confused of what lies ahead of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I'm not sure who exactly I want to be. I kind of lost her a few months back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Preferably, what type of music?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything that tugs at my heartstrings, preferably one with strong lyrics and/or piano and/or guitar accompaniment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both. At the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. How long would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; wait?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If the person you secretly liked is already attached, what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'D BE DAMN, DAMN SAD. OMG. THEN I'LL EMO FOR A WHILE BUT I'LL BE FINE SOON. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is being tagged fun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES. OF COURSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How do you see yourself in ten years time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Married. Hopefully. With a degree from NUS in something Chem-related or English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who are currently most important people to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family and friends and _____. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE'S MY GRANDMAMA AND I LOVE HER LOADS AND LOADS AND LOADS. I think, no, I know, she's a great person. A bit the siao and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;over there&lt;/span&gt; but still great all the same! Even though she doesn't tag me but I'll treat every freaking meme I steal from her as "she tagging me". HAHAHA. I miss her tooo .____.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you rather to be single and rich or married but poor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be married. More fun. And I'm not implying that you sick, lonely fools. Y'all can go rot in all yer 3-room HDB flats when you turn 30 on yer own. D:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's the first thing you do every morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn and wonder why I pressed the snooze button twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you fall in love with two person simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make them bake muffins and see whose ones are nicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If given the chance to turn back time, will you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is the last thing you would do before you die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write about my life, and say goodbye to everyone. And bungee jump and overcome my fear of heights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 people to be tagged:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurul, you know you wanna do this. You too, Nadiah and Dalilah. Very tempting, yes. And Jojo too, even if he does read this anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-8888153966068380919?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/8888153966068380919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=8888153966068380919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/8888153966068380919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/8888153966068380919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2009/02/179-full-timetable.html' title='179 full timetable!'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-2715798668071303733</id><published>2009-02-22T17:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T18:15:33.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>178 another another meme</title><content type='html'>Stolen from MELLLLLLL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INFO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am shorter than 5'4.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I think I'm ugly sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I tan easily.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I wish my hair was a different color.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am self-conscious about my appearance.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have/I've had braces.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I wear glasses/contacts.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been told I'm attractive by a complete stranger.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have more than 2 piercing.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have piercing in places besides my ears.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have freckles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family/Home Life&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've sworn at my parents.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've run away from home.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've been kicked out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;[x] My biological parents are together.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have a sibling less than one year old. (I wish! T_T)&lt;br /&gt;[x] I want to have kids someday. (YESYESYES!!)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've lost a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School/Work&lt;br /&gt;[x] I'm in school.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have a job/ I'm looking for one.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've fallen asleep at work/school.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I almost always do/did my homework.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've missed a week or more of school.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I failed more than 1 class last year. (HAHAHAHA I RAWK)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've stolen something from my job.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been fired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embarrassment&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've slipped out a "lol" in a spoken conversation. (I do that like, all the time!)&lt;br /&gt;[x] Disney movies still make me cry. (I cried watching Nemo the other day D:)&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've peed from laughing.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've snorted while laughing.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've laughed so hard I've cried.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've glued my hand to something. (x__x)&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've had my pants rip in public. (Lawl! I think it was during campcraft, but I didn't notice it till I took them off. D:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I was born with a disease/impairment&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've gotten stitches/staples.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've broken a bone.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've had my tonsils removed.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've sat in a doctor’s office/emergency room with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've had my wisdom teeth removed.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I had a serious surgery.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've had chicken pox.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've had measles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traveling&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've driven over 200 miles in one day.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've been on a plane.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been to Canada.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been to Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been to Niagara Falls.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've been to Japan. (I want to T_T)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've celebrated Mardi Gras in New Orleans.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've been to Europe.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been to Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experiences&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've gotten lost in my city.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've seen a shooting star.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've wished on a shooting star.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've seen a meteor shower.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've gone out in public in my pajamas.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've pushed all the buttons on an elevator.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've kicked a guy where it hurts. (HAHAHA!)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been to a casino.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been skydiving.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've gone skinny dipping. (:D)&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've played spin the bottle.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour. (actually, I've drank 2 gallons in an hour before)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've crashed a car.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've been skiing.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been in a play.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've met someone in person from myspace.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've caught a snowflake on my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've seen the Northern lights.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've sat on a roof top at night.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've played chicken.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've played a prank on someone.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've ridden in a taxi.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've eaten sushi.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've been snowboarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships&lt;br /&gt;[x] I'm single&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm in a relationship (D:)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm engaged.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm married.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've gone on a blind date.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been the dumped more than the dumper.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I miss someone right now.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have a fear of abandonment.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've gotten divorced.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've had feelings for someone who didn't have them back. (D:)&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've told someone I loved them when I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've kept something from a past relationship.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've had a crush on someone of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've had a crush on a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been kissed in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've hugged a stranger. (hahahaaha)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have kissed a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honesty/Crime&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've done something I promised someone else I wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've done something I promised myself I wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've snuck out of my house.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have lied to my parents about where I am.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am keeping a secret from the world.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've cheated while playing a game.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've cheated on a test.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've run a red light.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been suspended from school.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've witnessed a crime.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been in a fist fight&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been arrested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death and Suicide&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm afraid of dying.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I hate funerals.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've seen someone dying.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Someone close to me has attempted suicide.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Someone close to me has committed suicide.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've planned my own suicide.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've attempted suicide.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've written a eulogy for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Materialism&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own over 5 rap CDs.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I own an iPod or MP3 player.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have an unhealthy obsession with anime/manga.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own multiple designer purses, costing over $100 a piece.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own something from Hot Topic.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own something from Pac Sun.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I collect comic books.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I own something from The Gap. (hee)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own something I got on e-Bay.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I own something from Abercrombie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can sing well. (I'm pretty sure :D)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I open up to others easily.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I watch the news.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I don't kill bugs.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I hate hearing songs that sacrifice meaning for the sake of being able to rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I curse regularly.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I sing in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am a morning person. (WTF?)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I paid for my cell phone ring tone.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I'm a snob about grammar.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am a sports fanatic.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I twirl my hair.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have "x"s in my screen name.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love being neat. (whut. D:)&lt;br /&gt;[x] I love Spam.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've copied more than 30 CD's in a day.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I bake well.&lt;br /&gt;[x] My favorite color is either white, yellow, pink, red or blue (PINK FTW!)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've worn pajamas to school.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I like Martha Stewart.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I know how to shoot a gun. (.22 Revolver + Air Pistol ftw?)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am in love with love.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am guilty of tYpInG lIkE tHiS. (ugh!)&lt;br /&gt;[x] I laugh at my own jokes.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I eat fast food weekly.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I believe in ghosts.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am online 24/7, even as an away message.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've not turned anything in and still got an A in a certain class. (heehee)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can't sleep if there is a spider in the room.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am really ticklish.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love white chocolate. (dark owns!)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I bite my nails. (lips, not nails D:)&lt;br /&gt;[x] I play video games.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm good at remembering names.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm good at remembering dates. (No way.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoo~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-2715798668071303733?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/2715798668071303733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=2715798668071303733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/2715798668071303733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/2715798668071303733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2009/02/178-another-another-meme.html' title='178 another another meme'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-5138661768858657860</id><published>2009-02-22T16:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T16:58:06.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>177 another meme!</title><content type='html'>Tag replies first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mel!&lt;/span&gt; Yes you are a blue cow! Because I am a green cow. Yay. Saturdays (: It's on Facebook. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Falcon OGL!&lt;/span&gt; Hahahaha. YES I LOVED THE CAMP! And of course I will enjoy my stay at tpj! ♥!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I screwed up 75% of my teenage life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gotten detention.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gotten your phone taken away in class.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gotten suspended.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gotten caught chewing gum.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gotten caught cheating on a test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Arrived late to class more than 5 times.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Didn’t do homework over 5 times&lt;br /&gt;[x] Turned at least 3 projects in late&lt;br /&gt;[x] Missed school cause you felt like it.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Laughed so loud you got kicked out of class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total : 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Got your mom / dad etc. to get you out of school.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Texted people during class.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Passed notes.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Threw stuff across the room.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Laughed at the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total : 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Pulled down the Fire Alarm.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Went on Myspace , Facebook , Xanga , etc. on the computer at school.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Took Pictures during school hours.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Called someone during School hours.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Listened to an iPod , CD , etc... During class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total : 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Threw something at the teacher&lt;br /&gt;[x] Went outside the classroom without permission.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Broke the dress code.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Failed a class.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Ate food during class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total : 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Gotten a call from school.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Couldn’t go on a field trip cause you behaved badly.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Didn’t take your stuff to school.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gotten a detention and didn't go.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Stuck up your middle finger at a teacher when they were not looking.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Cursed during class loud enough so the teacher could hear (hahaha! Shit!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total : 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Faked your parents signature&lt;br /&gt;[x] Slept in class.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Cursed at a teacher to their face.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Copied homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MULTIPLY TOTAL BY THREE : 25x3&lt;br /&gt;=75%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repost this &amp;amp; put the title as "I screwed up __% of my teenage life".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-5138661768858657860?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/5138661768858657860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=5138661768858657860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/5138661768858657860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/5138661768858657860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2009/02/177-another-meme.html' title='177 another meme!'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-1140921067105130423</id><published>2009-02-21T10:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T10:46:35.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>176 My phone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Is very screwed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dropped my phone at the library yesterday, and then, didn't receive smses until this morning when I got a phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think I killed my phone's internal antenna! D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So if you have anything to say to me, please call!&lt;br /&gt;I tend to not receive smses and now sometimes phone calls can't get me either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before my first test results come out (of which I have to do horribly well in to get a new phone), I think maybe I'll use my dad's old phone or something, idk. ARGH. But that one doesn't have a camera. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mel!&lt;/span&gt; We can go back on an NP day and stare the juniors and bother Hazzie! That's what I did on the first week of school! PASTAMANIA IS HALAL. YAY. But I just got my full timetable and I end damn late everyday except for Tuesdays and Fridays, but I have Drama after that so fijsndkfnksd D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-1140921067105130423?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/1140921067105130423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=1140921067105130423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/1140921067105130423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/1140921067105130423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2009/02/176-my-phone.html' title='176 My phone'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-5621452860748868162</id><published>2009-02-19T21:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T21:40:19.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>175 VERY SAD NEWS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ZOMFGWTFBQQQ &lt;a href="http://www.onemanga.com/Koukou_Debut/"&gt;KOUKOU DEBUT&lt;/a&gt; ENDED ALREADY!???!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;WHAT AM I GOING TO DO NOW????&lt;br /&gt;WAAAAAAHHHHH I CAN'T STAND IT!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;EXRCTVFBHUNIJMNHBGVFCXRDCFTVGYBHUN!!!!!11&lt;br /&gt;EDRTFUYHIJOOIUYTREDCFVGHBNJMKJHGF!!!!&lt;br /&gt;DDDDDDDDDDDD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TT________________TT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S LIKE, ANOTHER SHOUJO GONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;WAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;T__T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-5621452860748868162?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/5621452860748868162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=5621452860748868162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/5621452860748868162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/5621452860748868162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2009/02/175-very-sad-news.html' title='175 VERY SAD NEWS'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-2031575380652338153</id><published>2009-02-19T20:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T20:19:16.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>174 memememememe</title><content type='html'>Tag replies on tagboard! Heeheeheeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY MISS SOMEONE. NO, ACTUALLY, I REALLY MISS A LOT OF PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;NUUUUUUU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I stole a few memes from dear, dear mel, who &lt;s&gt;is&lt;/s&gt; was feeling down but I'll just send her a million virtual hugs now and a very tempting invitation to go out (my treat!) to somewhere next week. Pick a date! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.YOUR REAL NAME:&lt;br /&gt;Siti Zarifah =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (mother and fathers middle name)&lt;br /&gt;They don't have middle names!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.NASCAR NAME:(first name of your mother's dad, father's dad)&lt;br /&gt;Abdul Said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.STAR WARS NAME:(the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first name)&lt;br /&gt;Anusi o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.DETECTIVE NAME:(favorite color, favorite animal)&lt;br /&gt;Pink Panda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.SOAP OPERA NAME:(middle name, town where you were born)&lt;br /&gt;Zarifah Telok Blangah! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.SUPERHERO NAME: (2nd fav color, fav drink, add "THE" to the beginning)&lt;br /&gt;The Purple Milk! (LOL!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.FLY NAME:(first 2 letters of 1st name, last 2 letters of your last name)&lt;br /&gt;Siar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.STREET NAME:(fav ice cream flavor, fav cookie)&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate mint pure butter shortbread :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. PORN NAME: (1st pet's name, street you grew up on)&lt;br /&gt;Yellowie Serangoon. (WTF?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.YOUR GANGSTA NAME:(first 3 letters of last name plus izzle)&lt;br /&gt;Anuizzle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.YOUR IRAQI.. NAME:(2nd letter of your first name, 3rd letter of your last name, first two letters of your middle name, last two letters of your first name then last three letters of your last name):&lt;br /&gt;Iuzatiuar. O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.YOUR GOTH NAME:(black, and the name of one of your pets)&lt;br /&gt;Black Red Chilli Pepper. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. STRIPPER NAME: (name of your fav perfume/cologne, fav candy)&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Chocomint (zomfgwtfbbq. -no energy to comment further-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I TAG EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nexxxtttt~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using only one word. It's not as easy as you might think! Copy and change the answers to suit you and pass it on. It's really hard to only use one word answers. Be sure to tag the person you received it from!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;Charging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your significant other?&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your hair?&lt;br /&gt;Poof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mother?&lt;br /&gt;Kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your father?&lt;br /&gt;Upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite flower?&lt;br /&gt;Daisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dream last night?&lt;br /&gt;Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite drink?&lt;br /&gt;Milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dream/goal?&lt;br /&gt;As.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What room you are in?&lt;br /&gt;Bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your hobby?&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your fear?&lt;br /&gt;Lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you want to be in 6 years?&lt;br /&gt;NUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were you last night?&lt;br /&gt;Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that you are not?&lt;br /&gt;Goldfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muffins?&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish list item?&lt;br /&gt;iPod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where you grew up?&lt;br /&gt;Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you did?&lt;br /&gt;Homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;Nightgown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your TV?&lt;br /&gt;Off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your pets?&lt;br /&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends?&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life?&lt;br /&gt;Okayish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mood?&lt;br /&gt;Smilish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing some one?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Car?&lt;br /&gt;Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something you're not wearing?&lt;br /&gt;Shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite beach?&lt;br /&gt;Langkawi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite store?&lt;br /&gt;Daiso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;Pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is the last time you laughed?&lt;br /&gt;5.41pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will resend this?&lt;br /&gt;Whoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One place that I go to over and over?&lt;br /&gt;Bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One person who texts me regularly?&lt;br /&gt;Nad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite place to eat?&lt;br /&gt;Swensen's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;Lasagna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-2031575380652338153?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/2031575380652338153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=2031575380652338153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/2031575380652338153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/2031575380652338153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2009/02/174-memememememe.html' title='174 memememememe'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-8900188092888135611</id><published>2009-02-18T14:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T16:57:18.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>173 Obligatory post about the orientation campppp~</title><content type='html'>okayokayokay I'm still laughing like mad from the previous meme thingy. And camp. And some joke I read on reader's digest. I love laughing! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TAG REPLIES FIRST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mel&lt;/span&gt;: HAHAHA IT WAS HILARIOUS! The mafia wants you, by the way! :O You should see Joseph's. His is like, some kind of break-up letter! D:&lt;br /&gt;@&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kel&lt;/span&gt;: DO IT! JUST DO IT! :DD I wanna read it!&lt;br /&gt;@&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nurul&lt;/span&gt;: Hahaha I loved the skin because of its fading thing and that the side part doesn't move :D Oh yeah, about your skin ah. You have to revert back to the old template. There should be a button which says that right at the bottom of the 'template' page at Blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! And onto the camp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, it was awesome. The seniors had really, really planned it well and we have to thank them loads and loads for that because we had so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my class bonded really, really well during the camp because of all the games and activities and stuff, and also because they lump your entire class in the same House (or "Family", as they called it). Yay for 09S10! And double yay for Falcon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day was a little ugh because I was wet right down to my undies and socks and shoes because the seniors tipped a bucket of water over us, and then we had to shampoo our hair and collect the foam (like, omg, this game is so creative la, but irritating if you play it!). Of course, we dried in the end, but I think that all of us were like walking stinkbombs, due to the mix of sweat and water. Uggggh. But it allowed us to really get to know one another because well, if you suffer together, you kind of bond, right? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we learned the college dances too! Its damn ghey la, too hip-hop for my taste but it's fun when everyone does it together! Its pretty easy to learn too, because the steps are all repeatitive (to the extent that we'll get sick of it, according to the seniors).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do the TPJC college cheer before every meal. It's like, some kind of prayer or mantra or something. But it gives you free energy, and I think I kinda needed that somewhere along the way. Whoo! The food given sucks, especially the milo, and everyone agrees, but three days is a little to short a time to actually form a petition against bad camp food. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fright night was scary. The college is very scary at night. Ash and I were freaked out la, and I practically dragged the entire group away from whatever had jump out and 'boo-ed' us. Somemore, the seniors would just stone there and make you wonder if they were real or... not. And they wouldn't respond to the 'bread, butter' call thing. But I'm just kinda glad we didn't bump into Atikah while in the dungeon because her glow-in-the-dark shoelaces would've just freaked me out to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day! We ran around the track like, second thing in the morning, with empty stomachs (of which Tahir says is good for you) while singing the college song (joy!). By the way, you need like, a suuuuuperrrr good vocal range to actually sing the college song well, because it seems to stretch across 2 octaves. Joy! My throat just died when I screamed it out and tried not to go off-key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, TPJC has really cool names for some parts of the school. Like the stadium podium thingy is called the Titanic, and there's this bridge thing that connects one end of the school to the other, which is called the Expressway/TPE, and then there's the Dungeon and I think that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else ahh... oh yeah! We had the telematch thingy! The trust fall was cool, although there were some people who didn't fall properly. And we also learned the couple dance. Our camp was lacking in guys, because our camp only has Arts people and those taking Bio (which is female-dominated), so some girls like XH had to be guys. Lol. The couple dance is kinda cute, not much skin contact :D Danced with Noel! I wonder how the next camp will be like, because it's like mostly people taking Physics (which is, of course, male-dominated). Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at night, we had Soul Night. All the performances were great, but the band killed Check Yes Juliet. Sheesh. Took lotsa pictures. Whoo. But they're not with me. I'll bug Atika and Dawn for them tomorrow or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We (S10 girls)  talked a lot at night, because the dorm (classroom) was emptier due to a class being shifted out, leaving us to have a lot of space. Played that numbers game thingy. I fell asleep halfway. Can't remember when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sleepy now. So good afternoon everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-8900188092888135611?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/8900188092888135611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=8900188092888135611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/8900188092888135611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/8900188092888135611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2009/02/173-obligatory-post-about-orientation.html' title='173 Obligatory post about the orientation campppp~'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-8062519184706408824</id><published>2009-02-15T22:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T22:19:12.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>172 love songs</title><content type='html'>This song totally makes you want to be in luuurrrvveee!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PYp0GVzmLgY&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/PYp0GVzmLgY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="370" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, mel, he does have a very big nose! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed my skin!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, nurul, I couldn't resist this one. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag replies!&lt;br /&gt;@Mojojo²: archery? wow. archery is damn fun! I love archery but that's only because I could actually shoot into the bullseye. :D come on man, if you don't try, you'll never know!&lt;br /&gt;@nurul: ehh~ it's not screwed now but I think I'll stick to replying like this! :D YES YOU MUST MAKE IT FOR SCHOOL! Rarr I forgot to watch CwL. I'll wtach it after my orientation camp!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-8062519184706408824?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/8062519184706408824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=8062519184706408824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/8062519184706408824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/8062519184706408824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2009/02/172-love-songs.html' title='172 love songs'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-2183828347318605891</id><published>2009-02-15T17:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T17:28:29.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>171 HAHAHA</title><content type='html'>OMFG I was supposed to pack for orientation camp tomorrow but this is too irresistible!&lt;br /&gt;Stolen from mel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag 10 people to do this.&lt;br /&gt;Answer the questions that follow and fill them into the blanks of the template:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear (the last person who TAG you),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, but (1). I think I realized it (2) (3) and I saw you (4) (5).&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you're (6) enough to understand (7). I'm returning (8) to you, but I'll keep (9) as a memory.&lt;br /&gt;You should also know that I (10) (11).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(12), Your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What's the colour of your shirt?&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Our romance is over&lt;br /&gt;Red - Our affair is over&lt;br /&gt;White - I really like you&lt;br /&gt;Black - I dislike you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brown - The mafia wants you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green - Our horoscopes don't match&lt;br /&gt;Grey - You're a pervert&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - I'm selling myself&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Your nostrils are insulting&lt;br /&gt;No shirt - You're a loser&lt;br /&gt;Other - I'm in love with your sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Which is your birth month?&lt;br /&gt;January - That night&lt;br /&gt;February - When your dog ran amok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;April - When I tripped on sesame seeds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May - First of May&lt;br /&gt;June - When you put cuffs on me&lt;br /&gt;July - When I threw up&lt;br /&gt;August - When I saw the shrunken head&lt;br /&gt;September - When we skinny dipped&lt;br /&gt;October - When I quoted Santa&lt;br /&gt;November - Last year&lt;br /&gt;December - When I changed tennis shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Which food do you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;Tacos - In your apartment&lt;br /&gt;Pizza - At the park&lt;br /&gt;Hamburgers - Under the bus&lt;br /&gt;Salad - As you ate enchilada&lt;br /&gt;Pasta - Outside of Chicago&lt;br /&gt;Chicken - In your closet&lt;br /&gt;Kebab - With Paris Hilton&lt;br /&gt;Fish - In women's clothing&lt;br /&gt;Sandwiches - At the Hare Krishna graduation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lasagna - At the mental hospital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot dog - Under a state of trance&lt;br /&gt;None of the above - With George Bush and his wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What's the colour of your socks?&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Hit on&lt;br /&gt;Red - Insult&lt;br /&gt;Black - Looking&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Knock out&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Pour syrup on&lt;br /&gt;White - Carve your initials into&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Pull the clothes off&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Put leeches on&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Castrate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barefoot - Sit on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Pull the toupee off&lt;br /&gt;Other - Drive out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's the colour of your underwear?&lt;br /&gt;Black - My best friend&lt;br /&gt;White - My father&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Bill Clinton&lt;br /&gt;Brown - At me lovingly&lt;br /&gt;Red - Donald Duck&lt;br /&gt;Blue - My avocado plant&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - My penpal in Iraq&lt;br /&gt;Purple - My mustard souffle&lt;br /&gt;Orange - My Kid Rock collection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pink - Manchester United's goalkeeper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None - My John F. Kennedy statue&lt;br /&gt;Other - The crazy monk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you prefer to watch on TV?&lt;br /&gt;Scrubs - Man&lt;br /&gt;O.C. - Emotional&lt;br /&gt;One Tree Hill - Frostbitten&lt;br /&gt;Heroes - Open&lt;br /&gt;House - Scarred&lt;br /&gt;Lost - High&lt;br /&gt;Simpsons - Cowardly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The news - Mongolic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idol - Masochistic&lt;br /&gt;Family Guy - Senile&lt;br /&gt;Top Model - Middle class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your mood right now?&lt;br /&gt;Happy - How happy i felt&lt;br /&gt;Bored - That Santa doesn't exist&lt;br /&gt;Sad - How boring you are&lt;br /&gt;Angry - That your pimples are at the last stage&lt;br /&gt;Depressed - That we're cousins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Excited - That there is no solution to this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nervous - The middle east&lt;br /&gt;Worried - That your Honda sucks&lt;br /&gt;Apathetic - That I did a sex change&lt;br /&gt;Ashamed - That I'm allergic to your hamster&lt;br /&gt;Cuddly - That I get turned on by garbage men&lt;br /&gt;Overjoyous - That I'm open&lt;br /&gt;Other - That Extreme Home Makeover sucks&lt;br /&gt;None of the above - Ashamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What's the colour of your bedroom walls?&lt;br /&gt;White - Your ring&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Your love letters&lt;br /&gt;Red - Your Darth Vader poster&lt;br /&gt;Black - Your tame stone&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Your photos&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Your false teeth&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Your contact book&lt;br /&gt;Green - The pictures from LA&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Our matching Snoopy bibs&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Your old lottery coupons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pink - The cut toenails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others - The memories in the military service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What is the first letter of your first name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Your some of your photos&lt;br /&gt;C/D - The oil stocks&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Your neighbour Martin&lt;br /&gt;G/H - My virginity&lt;br /&gt;I/J - Results of your blood sample&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Your left ear&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Your suicide note&lt;br /&gt;O/P - My common sense&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Your mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S/T - Your collection of butterflies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Your criminal record&lt;br /&gt;W/X - David's tricot outfits&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Your grades from college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What is the last letter of your last name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Will tell the authorities about&lt;br /&gt;C/D - Never will forget&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Always wanted to break&lt;br /&gt;G/H - Never openly mocked&lt;br /&gt;I/J - Always have felt dirty before&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Will always will remember&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Told in my confession today about&lt;br /&gt;O/P - Was interviewed by the Times about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q/R - Told my psychiatrist about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Get sick when I think of&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Always will try to forget&lt;br /&gt;W/X - Am better off without&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Never liked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you prefer to drink?&lt;br /&gt;Water - Our friendship&lt;br /&gt;Beer - Senility&lt;br /&gt;Soft drink - A new life as a clone&lt;br /&gt;Soda - The moments we had together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Milk - The apartment building&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wine - Cocaine abuse&lt;br /&gt;Cider - A passionate interest for mice&lt;br /&gt;Juice - Oprah Winfrey imitations&lt;br /&gt;Mineral water - Embarrassing rash&lt;br /&gt;Hot chocolate - Eggplant fetishism&lt;br /&gt;Whisky - To ruin the second World War&lt;br /&gt;Other - To hate the Boston Celtics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. To which country would you want to go on a vacation?&lt;br /&gt;Thailand - Warm regards&lt;br /&gt;USA - Best regards&lt;br /&gt;England - Good luck on your short term leave from jail&lt;br /&gt;Spain - Go and drown yourself&lt;br /&gt;China - Disgusting regards&lt;br /&gt;Germany - With ease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Japan - Go burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greece - Your everlasting enemy&lt;br /&gt;Australia - Thanks for the memories&lt;br /&gt;Egypt - Fuck off&lt;br /&gt;France - In pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, but (the mafia wants you). I think I realized it (when I tripped on sesame seeds) (at the mental hospital) and I saw you (sit on) (Manchester United's goalkeeper).&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you're (Mongolic) enough to understand (that there is no solution to this). I'm returning (the cut toenails) to you, but I'll keep (your collection of butterflies) as a memory.&lt;br /&gt;You should also know that I (told my psychiatrist about) (the apartment building).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Go burn), Zee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I tag Jojo, Noodles, Kelly, Celestine, Raihan and whoever else who reads my blog. HAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-2183828347318605891?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/2183828347318605891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=2183828347318605891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/2183828347318605891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/2183828347318605891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2009/02/171-hahaha.html' title='171 HAHAHA'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-2072961300169006005</id><published>2009-02-13T23:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T23:10:44.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>170 It should've stayed that way</title><content type='html'>I couldn't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;So I watched episode 19 of Toradora.&lt;br /&gt;And I cried along with Taiga.&lt;br /&gt;The tears can't stop.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don't know if I'm crying for her, or for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we always want something we cannot have.&lt;br /&gt;And we can never get it, because that's just how life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't help but feel this way inside.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit&lt;br /&gt;My Friday the Thirteenth curse was that I forgot to bring my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;As a result, I had to:&lt;br /&gt;-Half-starve the whole day&lt;br /&gt;-Borrow money from Akilah&lt;br /&gt;-Deal with the half-assed bastard that drove the freaking 34 bus because I had to pay in coins and my ezlink had like, 18cents left.&lt;br /&gt;-Walk approximately 384497584metres from the 34 bus stop to the 88 bus stop and then walk 985796879548 metres more till I reached home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-2072961300169006005?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/2072961300169006005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=2072961300169006005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/2072961300169006005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/2072961300169006005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2009/02/170-it-shouldve-stayed-that-way.html' title='170 It should&apos;ve stayed that way'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-6021236564006940503</id><published>2009-02-12T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T22:47:03.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>169 Stupid things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've done 89 out of the 132 stupid things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are required to answer ALL the following questions.&lt;br /&gt;Tag 16 people and repost it with the title:&lt;br /&gt;I've done --- out of the 132 stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99/132 means you scored a distinction for doing stupid things! (although that's not really an achievement hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 1&lt;br /&gt;( ) Smoked A Cigarette&lt;br /&gt;( ) Smoked A Cigar&lt;br /&gt;( ) Kissed A Member Of The Same Sex&lt;br /&gt;( ) Drank Alcohol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Are / Been In Love&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Dumped&lt;br /&gt;( ) Shoplifted&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Fired&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been In A Fist Fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 4&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had A Crush On An Older Person&lt;br /&gt;(x) Skipped School&lt;br /&gt;( ) Slept With A Co-worker&lt;br /&gt;(x) Seen Someone / Something Die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 5&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had / Have A Crush On One Of Your Facebook Friends&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been To Paris&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been To Spain&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been On A Plane&lt;br /&gt;(x) Thrown Up From Drinking (too much milk :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 6&lt;br /&gt;(x) Eaten Sushi&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Snowboarding&lt;br /&gt;(x) Met Someone BECAUSE Of Facebook (Friendster counts.)&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been in a Mosh Pit (LAWL. HAHAHA. I WANT TO BE :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 7&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been In An Abusive Relationship&lt;br /&gt;(x) Taken Pain Killers&lt;br /&gt;(x) Love/loved Someone Who You Cant Have&lt;br /&gt;(x) Laid On Your Back And Watched Cloud Shapes Go By&lt;br /&gt;(x) Made A Snow Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 8&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had A Tea Party&lt;br /&gt;(x) Flown A Kite&lt;br /&gt;(x) Built A Sand Castle&lt;br /&gt;( ) Gone mudding&lt;br /&gt;(x) Played Dress Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 9&lt;br /&gt;(x) Jumped Into A Pile Of Leaves&lt;br /&gt;(x) Gone Sledging&lt;br /&gt;(x) Cheated While Playing A Game&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Lonely&lt;br /&gt;(x) Fallen Asleep At Work / School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 10&lt;br /&gt;(x) Watched The Sun Set&lt;br /&gt;( ) Felt An Earthquake&lt;br /&gt;( ) Killed A Snake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 11&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Tickled&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Robbed / Vandalized&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been cheated on&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 12&lt;br /&gt;(x) Won A Contest&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Suspended From School&lt;br /&gt;( ) Had Detention&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been In A Car / Motorcycle Accident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 13&lt;br /&gt;( ) Had / Have Braces&lt;br /&gt;(x) Eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night&lt;br /&gt;(x) Danced in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 32&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 14&lt;br /&gt;(x) Hated The Way You Look&lt;br /&gt;(x) Witnessed A Crime&lt;br /&gt;( ) Pole Danced&lt;br /&gt;(x) Questioned Your Heart&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been obsessed with post-it-notes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 36&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 15&lt;br /&gt;(x) Squished Barefoot Through The Mud&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Lost&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been To The Opposite Side Of The World&lt;br /&gt;(x) Swam In The Ocean&lt;br /&gt;(x) Felt Like You Were Dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 41&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 16&lt;br /&gt;(x) Cried Yourself To Sleep&lt;br /&gt;(x) Played Cops And Robbers&lt;br /&gt;(x) Recently Colored With Crayons / Colored Pencils / Markers&lt;br /&gt;(x) Sang Karaoke&lt;br /&gt;(x) Paid For A Meal With Only Coins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 46&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 17&lt;br /&gt;(x) Done Something You Told Yourself You Wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;(x) Made a Prank Phone Call&lt;br /&gt;( ) Laughed Until Some Kind Of Beverage Came Out Of Your Nose&lt;br /&gt;( ) Kissed In The Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 48&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 18&lt;br /&gt;( ) Written A Letter To Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;(x) Watched The Sun Set/ sun rise With Someone You Care/Cared About&lt;br /&gt;(x) Blown Bubbles&lt;br /&gt;(x) Made A Bonfire On The Beach or anywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 51&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 19&lt;br /&gt;(x) Crashed A Party&lt;br /&gt;(x) Have Traveled More Than 5 Days With A Car Full Of People&lt;br /&gt;(x) Gone Rollerskating / Blading&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had A Wish Come True&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Humped By A Monkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 55&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 20&lt;br /&gt;(x) Worn Pearls&lt;br /&gt;(x) Jumped Off A Bridge&lt;br /&gt;(x) Swore at the teacher, in front of them&lt;br /&gt;( ) Swam With Dolphins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 58&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 22&lt;br /&gt;(x) Got Your Tongue Stuck To A Pole/Freezer/ice Cube&lt;br /&gt;( ) Kissed A Fish&lt;br /&gt;(x) Worn The Opposite Sex's Clothes&lt;br /&gt;(x) Sat On A Roof Top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 61&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 23&lt;br /&gt;(x) Screamed At The Top Of Your Lungs&lt;br /&gt;( ) Done / Attempted A One-Handed Cartwheel&lt;br /&gt;(x) Talked On The Phone For More Than 6 Hours&lt;br /&gt;(x) Recently stayed Up for a while talking to someone you care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 64&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 24&lt;br /&gt;( ) Picked And Ate An Apple Right Off The Tree&lt;br /&gt;(x) Climbed A Tree&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had/Been In A Tree House.&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been scared To Watch Scary Movies Alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 67&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 25&lt;br /&gt;(x) Believed In Ghosts&lt;br /&gt;( ) Have had More Then 30 Pairs Of Shoes&lt;br /&gt;( ) Gone Streaking&lt;br /&gt;( ) Visited Jail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 68&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 26&lt;br /&gt;( ) Played Chicken&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Pushed into a pool with all your clothes on&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Told You're Hot By A Complete Stranger&lt;br /&gt;( ) Broken A Bone&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Easily Amused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 70&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 27&lt;br /&gt;( ) Caught A Fish Then Ate It Later&lt;br /&gt;( ) Made A Porn Video/got asked to make one&lt;br /&gt;(x) Caught A Butterfly&lt;br /&gt;(x) Laughed So Hard You Cried&lt;br /&gt;(x) Cried So Hard You Laughed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 73&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 28&lt;br /&gt;( ) Mooned/Flashed Someone&lt;br /&gt;( ) Had Someone Moon/Flash You&lt;br /&gt;(x) Cheated On A Test&lt;br /&gt;(x) Forgotten Someone's Name&lt;br /&gt;(x) French Braided Someones Hair&lt;br /&gt;(x) Gone Skinny Dipping&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Kicked Out Of Your House&lt;br /&gt;(x) Tried to hurt yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 79&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 29&lt;br /&gt;(x) Rode A Roller Coaster&lt;br /&gt;(x) Went Scuba-Diving/Snorkeling&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had A Cavity&lt;br /&gt;(x) Black-Mailed Someone&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Black Mailed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 84&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 31&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Used&lt;br /&gt;(x) Fell Going Up The Stairs&lt;br /&gt;( ) Licked A Cat&lt;br /&gt;(x) Bitten Someone&lt;br /&gt;(x) Licked Someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 88&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 32&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been shot at/or at gunpoint&lt;br /&gt;( ) Had sex in the rain&lt;br /&gt;(x) Flattened someones tires&lt;br /&gt;( ) Rode your car/truck until the gas light came on&lt;br /&gt;( ) Got five dollars or less worth of gas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 89&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-6021236564006940503?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/6021236564006940503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=6021236564006940503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/6021236564006940503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/6021236564006940503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2009/02/169-stupid-things.html' title='169 Stupid things'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-6599798050307441633</id><published>2009-02-12T21:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T22:03:53.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>168 What it had been/What it will be</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TAG REPLIES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Because I don't feel like polluting my friggin' tagboard which is oh-so-obviously screwed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mojojo²&lt;/span&gt;: Isn't that a good thing? I mean, you can go overseas without killing your parents financially! JOIN PERFORMING ARTS! You love YJ now? That's really, really good :D&lt;br /&gt;@&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rai&lt;/span&gt;: HEY! I don't forgive you for abandoning us on monday! D:&lt;br /&gt;@&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nurul&lt;/span&gt;: I have yet to watch CWL :/ that's because I'm uuber busy now! Well, don't keep the upside-downism for too long because you're going to start school before you know it! Jojo is one cool dude la. Very. YES FATE IS AMAZING. I LIKE TPJC TOO :D&lt;br /&gt;@&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt;: Hey I'm from drama too! Yes you are very pro. :D got a blog? Oh yeah! You owe me my shorts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My counter is like, jumping in leaps and bounds. I r very shocked. I think it's due to the free advertisement that I had on&lt;a href="http://tpjcian.blogspot.com/"&gt; http://tpjcian.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a high note, drama was yesterday! It was very fun, doing impromptu acting and some exercises. I left the BlackBox flushed like a girl who's just experienced her first love. Most probably due to the impromptu acting as well as the Level 6 energy :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;fjdkfnsiponnedmalaytodayndkmdkx&lt;/span&gt; D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung out with Tahir after school to do chem at that Macs down the street. It feels really great to be able to walk to a Macs instead of taking a freaking bus there. Did [more :D] chem tutorial when we got back to school (purely for the loo, the Macs one had no toilet paper). It was like J2s all around, I felt like some hyper mugger of some sort :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But chem is fun la. Very. Very very very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more drama tomorrow! The scripts for drama night are coming out tomorrow if I'm not wrong. Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? Lemme see. Oh yeah! I have orientation camp on Monday! Till Wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and shit, Friday the Thirteenth is tomorrow. So I shall curse myself so that negative vibes and negative vibes will turn into positive ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I will trip on the stairs-ramp thingy near the side gate and fall on my face.&lt;br /&gt;2. I will choke on my sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;3. I will have an ultra bad hair day.&lt;br /&gt;4. I will lose approximately 10 bets.&lt;br /&gt;5. I will forget to bring my ezlink.&lt;br /&gt;6. I will copy down the wrong things during lectures.&lt;br /&gt;7. I will drop my handphone approximately 17 times.&lt;br /&gt;8. I will have a shit-I-lost-my-wallet scare.&lt;br /&gt;9. I will run and fall and scrape both my knees and leave scars once again.&lt;br /&gt;10. I will break my specs because someone throws a volleyball in my face.&lt;br /&gt;11. I will say something obscenely stupid and be paiseh about it.&lt;br /&gt;12. I will carry my bag upside down and cause everything to fly out.&lt;br /&gt;13. I will lose Momo (zomfgwtfhbbq no fucking way am I going to let this happen).&lt;br /&gt;14. Yuujirou will lose his pants and start to talk in a girly voice.&lt;br /&gt;15. I will scrape my arms on a tree and its branches.&lt;br /&gt;16. I will get caught in the rain on the way to school and back.&lt;br /&gt;17. I will meet &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that guy&lt;/span&gt; by total coincidence and have a heart attack and die on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of anything else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-6599798050307441633?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/6599798050307441633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=6599798050307441633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/6599798050307441633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/6599798050307441633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2009/02/168-what-it-had-beenwhat-it-will-be.html' title='168 What it had been/What it will be'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-8940116120570247092</id><published>2009-02-07T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T00:00:52.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>167 The Weekender</title><content type='html'>It's Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;And I forgot to go for taekwondo.&lt;br /&gt;Am I smart or smart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought my uniform yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;TPJC's uniform's like "algae water" according to some people.&lt;br /&gt;But I think the colour is fine, especially when compared to those top JCs who have no variety in colour and are like, brown. :/&lt;br /&gt;But I just wish that the skirt would have more pleats!&lt;br /&gt;I'm altering everything, because the skirt's like, spoofy, and only the waist bit fits me.&lt;br /&gt;It looks like shorts when I fold it, because the pleat in the middle becomes more pronounced. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my civics class already!&lt;br /&gt;There's like, 21 people in my class. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;None of whom I know. Double haha.&lt;br /&gt;My combo's a bit funny because I don't think I can cope with double H2s for Science, and I'm shooting for either Chem in NUS or Journalism (yes, I reconsidered it as a career) or some Chemical Engineering thing, oh and there was this Chem and Biotech thing too.&lt;br /&gt;I still want TSD, but too bad I can't la.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if I was born into a different family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously, seriously look very cool in my uniform.&lt;br /&gt;I'll post a pic soon, I think. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;After I get it altered, of course.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still debating on whether to cut my hair or not, because I am starting to get seriously, seriously sick of ponytails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I've gotten used to seeing so many guys in JC.&lt;br /&gt;Told ya it'll only take a week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll make this official now:&lt;br /&gt;My appeal into MJ didn't get through.&lt;br /&gt;Which means, I have to find a way to extort $108 from my parents to buy my Lit books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love today.&lt;br /&gt;With more dramas.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;"Fated to Love You" was really great at the start, but had a retarded storyline in the middle, and I was pissed off at one particular scene of the last episode.&lt;br /&gt;But it has a kick-ass OST.&lt;br /&gt;That was also the first Taiwanese drama I actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finished&lt;/span&gt;, the others I watched being Hana-Kimi (Ella was a lousy Mizuki, I couldn't stand it at all, and gave up on it), and Secret (even though it was a movie, it was too dry for me to finish), and some others, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone please suggest me good, fluffy dramas that don't stretch too long.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks in advance!&lt;br /&gt;And hurry! My vault of shoujo is running dry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-8940116120570247092?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/8940116120570247092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=8940116120570247092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/8940116120570247092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/8940116120570247092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2009/02/167-weekender.html' title='167 The Weekender'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-9079858598539541484</id><published>2009-02-04T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T22:36:45.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>166 I love JC! But I miss my all-girls' school.</title><content type='html'>Okay, before I become even more hyper than I am now, let me just get my tag replies together first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurul: Enzymes don't have genders, my dear! It's your hormones!&lt;br /&gt;Azalea: I think it'll go bad. But even if it goes well, I'm staying here in TPJC. :D&lt;br /&gt;Mojojo²: :O I wake up at 5.30 too. But I'm used to large distances between school and home. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Let's get rolling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons why I don't give two shits about how my appeal into MJ goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) TPJC's food is AWESOME. They have like, all my freaking favourite foods. From chocolate &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;waffles&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chocolate meiji milk&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ovalteenies&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;muffins&lt;/span&gt; and very, very decent &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;egg mayo sandwiches&lt;/span&gt;, and my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chocolate mint ice cream&lt;/span&gt;! Okay, fine, they're all snacks, but I haven't even finished going round the canteen yet, so I'll update on the food another time.&lt;br /&gt;2) Have you even seen how freaking huge the school is? It's like, three times the size of Crescent, and probably burning with like, three times the amount of energy as well. And it's like, symmetrical if you see the campus from outside the hall. The two classroom/lab blocks are completely identical, everyone gets lost and has to run around the entire place to find the place they want to go to. But hey, that's what makes it cool.&lt;br /&gt;3) THE PE TSHIRT! Okay, I know this is a weird reason, but it's really, really, really, nice to wear. It felt like a second skin when I tried it on today, and stayed in it for like, an hour before I realised I was wearing a new shirt that has not been washed before.&lt;br /&gt;4) The atmosphere! Today, there was the CCA open house, and Sheryl, Guo Wei, Wei Ling and I were trying to navigate our way past throngs of J2s who were trying to yell, hug, kiss, pass flyers and attract us to join their CCAs. Despite the noise and the fact that my eardrums were throbbing due to the constant shriek of "JOIN ______!!!!!!11!!!", I can't help but admit that I really, really liked the air of the school then. It was amazing. I don't know what else to say about it but that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I am getting sleepy, I need to pack my bag for tomorrow, and I need to iron a new set of uniform (ugh to smaller-sized blouse). Anyway, I kinda have a feel that I won't be able to sleep half the night because that's the way it has been since Sunday night. Too excited to go JC I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT IT REALLY IS DIFFERENT FROM SECONDARY SCHOOL, I SWEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(and it's not because there's guys because I am not horny like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some people&lt;/span&gt; who get all excited at the thought of going JC because there's guys there and there was no guys in Crescent)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, lectures (lessons, rather) start tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;My combi's like, H2 Chem, Maths and Lit, H1 Bio.&lt;br /&gt;A bit farnee, but since I had to give up TSD (I didn't exactly get in. They wanted me in it but my parents said no so no it is), I might as well take the subject that is most similar to it. Hmmmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought my uniform today.&lt;br /&gt;I think I look very cool in it.&lt;br /&gt;But I want a bigger blouse, so that I can be cooler.&lt;br /&gt;The blouse comes with a built-in (!) shoelace!&lt;br /&gt;So that you don't have to tuck it in, just tie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-9079858598539541484?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/9079858598539541484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=9079858598539541484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/9079858598539541484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/9079858598539541484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2009/02/166-i-love-jc-but-i-miss-my-all-girls.html' title='166 I love JC! But I miss my all-girls&apos; school.'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-3560789953167808612</id><published>2009-02-02T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T23:09:45.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>165 the first day!</title><content type='html'>Okay, today was the first day of JC for me.&lt;br /&gt;I guess some things have to be given a second chance.&lt;br /&gt;Because when I decided to throw away all my blah feelings towards TPJC, I realised that it was actually a nice place.&lt;br /&gt;And I think maybe the appeal into MJ doesn't matter anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in TPJC's pretty much a fresh start.&lt;br /&gt;I'm like, the only Crescentian besides Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;And I only know Kenny and XH in TP.&lt;br /&gt;But they have their own gangs so I have to form up my own (hahaha).&lt;br /&gt;Okay well, I made new friends today, crazy people like Guo Wei and Roy (who's not that crazy after all), and all them TSD freaks.&lt;br /&gt;All guys. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have auditions for Theatre Studies tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Crescent loads and loads.&lt;br /&gt;I miss seeing only girls in a school.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still adjusting to seeing guys mixed in as well. :/&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, I'll get over it by Wednesday, I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-3560789953167808612?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/3560789953167808612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=3560789953167808612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/3560789953167808612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/3560789953167808612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2009/02/165-first-day.html' title='165 the first day!'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-7659640335415848440</id><published>2009-01-21T07:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T07:57:34.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>164 come on over</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1000 Hits! Thanks all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After around two days of sucking up, I finally get my internet and phone time back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room looks wayy too clean to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalilah and Nadiah are coming over today to bake!&lt;br /&gt;And eat lunch!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the gym yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I feel fitter, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of dumping all my rotting fiction in my LJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-7659640335415848440?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/7659640335415848440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=7659640335415848440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/7659640335415848440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/7659640335415848440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2009/01/164-come-on-over.html' title='164 come on over'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-4685771769453610232</id><published>2009-01-17T16:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T16:59:33.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>163 weekly update</title><content type='html'>Erm. Since I feel like blogging but don't really know what to blog, I shall update about my (boring) week in this two-storey prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday:&lt;/span&gt; Woke up at around 7 to bake for teachers, classmates and juniors. Slept halfway while waiting for nad to come. Nad came around 11. Rush rush rush to school and barely made it on time. Afterwards, I cursed fuck approximately 10 times, once to my dad the rest to everyone who was unlucky enough to be around me at that time. Had coffee with my parents later, only to fall asleep when they were (nagging) talking about something regarding me and my future. Hah. Had maggi mee dinner. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday: &lt;/span&gt;Stoned around at home till 12, when I finally showered and got out of my pajamas. Met Kelly, Kenny, Mel and Nad at AMK and KBoxed till like, 5.  Favourited songs include Crush by David Archie (sung 3 times!), The Bitch is Back by Elton John (?), Mika's ego song (love love me!), and Womaniser! Went home with Nad and Kenny, seeing Kenny wave me off when I got off the bus like a little kid. (So cute!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday:&lt;/span&gt; Woke up late, read and re-read the JAE booklet 13793749583720 times even though I had already made my decision. Baked more muffins because my batch of cheesecake ones was running out. Mapled. Saza got to 57, Jiffy got to 18. Yay. Read lots of manga too. Notable ones include 99% Cacao, PxP, Chocolate Shooting Star... I forgot the rest. They were all nice la. Logged on to JAE three times before giving up because I didn't have enough guts to key in my choices. Talked to a whole lot of people on the phone about results and stuff. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday:&lt;/span&gt; Read Beauty Pop for like, the whole morning before finally managing to drag my sorry arse online on maple. Dragged Saza over to SG (Ben had made me go over to Orbis to do gheypq with him so...) Got a Hino for 1 friggin million! Logged on to JAE 6 more times and actually keyed in my choices 3 times before pressing the 'Discard Changes and Logout' button. Entered JAE application offcially at around 22.20. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday:&lt;/span&gt; Went to Compass to meet Ze and Nad. Met a whole bunch of Ze's friends. Played Taiti (is that how you spell it), Cheat and Snap. Nad lost Cheat twice and had to hug Ben but... she didn't. Had Famous Amos! And later, Pizza Hut. Yay. Audio-Techinca headphones :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday:&lt;/span&gt; Taekwondo. Met a new sorry bitch who just talked about her own stupid club which she should just return to. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My sir is so strict. How many qualified sirs do you have. Oh no, you know, they need an xxx cert from xxx place to be qualified as a coach. No wonder all your seniors passed black belt, they didn't go to centralised grading&lt;/span&gt; (they did. She was assuming shit.) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I bet they all had it easy. I've never failed a single grading before, just my black belt. &lt;/span&gt;WHATEVER! Zaf got damn pissed and nearly blew in front of her. How can someone like her actually be 18? Gawd. She's such a blah. I can't believe I asked her to call me Zee. I guess its like, automatic now when I intro myself. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm Zarifah, you can call me Zee if you'd like.&lt;/span&gt; Shit. I should really stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that was my week. Possible highlights of next week:&lt;br /&gt;-Adventure to check out MJC, and buy Madrasah textbooks on the way.&lt;br /&gt;-Outing with Celestine!&lt;br /&gt;-Baking at Nado's house!&lt;br /&gt;-MORE SHOUJO! Yay.&lt;br /&gt;That's all. Yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-4685771769453610232?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/4685771769453610232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=4685771769453610232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/4685771769453610232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/4685771769453610232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2009/01/163-weekly-update.html' title='163 weekly update'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-7729280759113439725</id><published>2009-01-13T12:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T12:27:24.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>162 Results</title><content type='html'>Ahahahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay my result was unexpected?&lt;br /&gt;L1R5: 13&lt;br /&gt;L1R4: 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, I kinda feel that is expected too. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know myself these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakdown's like this:&lt;br /&gt;English- A2&lt;br /&gt;Comb Humans- B4 (D:)&lt;br /&gt;Geog- A2&lt;br /&gt;EMaths- A2&lt;br /&gt;AMaths- B3&lt;br /&gt;Biology- B3&lt;br /&gt;Science (Phy/Chem)- A1&lt;br /&gt;Malay- B3 (yeah, retake still B3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of Meridian JC.&lt;br /&gt;Bye VJ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*skips off to kbox with OS gang :D*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-7729280759113439725?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/7729280759113439725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=7729280759113439725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/7729280759113439725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/7729280759113439725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2009/01/162-results.html' title='162 Results'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-1550936929590642186</id><published>2009-01-07T19:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T20:02:40.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>161 NEWS, PEOPLE! NEWS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The results of the 2008 Singapore-Cambridge General Certificate of Education Ordinary Level (GCE O-Level) Examination will be released on Monday, 12 January 2009. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School candidates may collect their results from their schools at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2:00 pm&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12 January 2009&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;They may also access their results through the Singapore Examinations and Assessment Board website from 2:00 pm on 12 January 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.moe.gov.sg/media/press/2009/01/release-of-2008-gce-o-level-ex.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiayou! Ganbatte! Yay! Yay! Don't be so stressed! It's like, 4 more days. Ohmygod.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-1550936929590642186?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/1550936929590642186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=1550936929590642186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/1550936929590642186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/1550936929590642186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2009/01/161-news-people-news.html' title='161 NEWS, PEOPLE! NEWS!'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-5265134142807022555</id><published>2009-01-05T12:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T12:10:18.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>160 oh look at the date</title><content type='html'>It's freaky, the fact that it's 2009!&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I'll be turning 17 in 4 months!&lt;br /&gt;I'm olllllddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My microsoft office got something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Like, wtf?&lt;br /&gt;I don't dare to do anything to it la.&lt;br /&gt;My tablet is slowly disintegrating. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, my can of pepsi is nearly gone.&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lazy to drag my fat ass to the clubhouse to get another one.&lt;br /&gt;*stares inside can*&lt;br /&gt;I think there's enough to last me, what- an hour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid, stupid.&lt;br /&gt;They just had to do a server check on the day I'm most motivated to chiong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so lonely at home.&lt;br /&gt;The house is too big these times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just weighed myself.&lt;br /&gt;45kg!&lt;br /&gt;I've managed to keep it that way for about, 4 days?&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T KNOW WHAT ELSE TO SAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERM, ERM.&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T WAIT FOR JC TO START. YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER. BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-5265134142807022555?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/5265134142807022555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=5265134142807022555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/5265134142807022555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/5265134142807022555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2009/01/159-oh-look-at-date.html' title='160 oh look at the date'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-2443198871146682029</id><published>2009-01-01T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T00:00:55.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>159 new year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be a great year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-2443198871146682029?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/2443198871146682029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=2443198871146682029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/2443198871146682029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/2443198871146682029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2009/01/159-new-year.html' title='159 new year'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-8392479636965794041</id><published>2008-12-31T11:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T23:30:59.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>158 the last post of the year!</title><content type='html'>Okay I know I'm supposed to be updating about New Zealand, but it was nice and all and I'm too lazy to dig out my dad's thumbdrive for photos and everything, so I'll just let you know that there are lots of sheep and cows and horses there and that it's a very beautiful country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wanted to write like, a touching, tear-jerker, one-shot romance about the last day of the year but I've got absolutely no inspiration despite the ton of shoujo and dramione that I am reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHH I HATE THIS. SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME FIND MY IMAGINATION AND BRAIN THANK YOU VERY MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need it (the brain, I mean) so that I can help Kid with his homeowork. He's stuck on something that seems a little over his level, proportions, I think, and because of that, he's going "Kaaaakkkkaaaaaakk! HEEELPPPP MEEEEE!!!!!" while going into spasms and refusing to move on to expansion of equations or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayyy erm what else do I put on my very last post of the year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THINK I'LL DO JOJO'S QUIZ THINGY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1)Who is the person who tagged you?&lt;br /&gt;-JOSEPH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Relationship Between you and him.&lt;br /&gt;-He's my friend, domestic husband (HAHAHA), MC classmate, a person whose story I'm supposed to edit, that's all, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Three Impressions of him.&lt;br /&gt;-He's good at card and coin magic/tricks :D&lt;br /&gt;-He shouldn't slouch.&lt;br /&gt;-He's a very nice boy *patpat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)If he becomes your enemy, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;-I'll cry. Sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)What will you say to the person you like very much?&lt;br /&gt;-I don't have one now. How now green cow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)Characteristics I like about myself.&lt;br /&gt;-I am happaye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)Characteristics I hate about myself.&lt;br /&gt;-I like to lie on my bed in such a way that is going to make my back like, 60 degrees crooked or something. And I'm doing that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)For the person you hate, say&lt;br /&gt;-(Normal hate): Nothing much. A few frowns, the occasional curse-behind-back.&lt;br /&gt;-(Extreme hate): All out bitch-behind-back, including name-calling. If I ever fight with him/her, away the tongue flies, unrestrained. Of course, cold shoulders and ignorance is added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)What do people feel about you?&lt;br /&gt;-Thay love me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)Your crush.&lt;br /&gt;-I don't have one now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)Pass this to 10 people.&lt;br /&gt;(I'm just listing down people. Because, omg who the heck even reads my blog nowadays? ugh.)&lt;br /&gt;1)Melissa&lt;br /&gt;2)Kelly&lt;br /&gt;3)Azalea&lt;br /&gt;4)Dalilah&lt;br /&gt;5)Celestine&lt;br /&gt;6)Nadeeee&lt;br /&gt;7)Adik/HC&lt;br /&gt;8)Basil&lt;br /&gt;9)Joseph&lt;br /&gt;10)Nurul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jojo and Noodles, here you go because I can't think of anyone else. -is shot-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12)If 5 &amp;amp; 7 were together?&lt;br /&gt;-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I WILL LAUGH AND CRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13)What does 5 like?&lt;br /&gt;-She loves Ohno Satoshi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14)What colour does 9 like?&lt;br /&gt;-Black? :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15)Say Something about 8.&lt;br /&gt;-ctvygbuh haven't seen him in a while. I wonder if he still smokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16)Who is 2?&lt;br /&gt;-My grandfather. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17)Talk about 3&lt;br /&gt;-She's my beloved mortal. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18)Who is 10 Best friend?&lt;br /&gt;-Sorry Nurul but IDK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19)Who is the sexiest among the 10?&lt;br /&gt;-Celestine because she owns pornstars! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20)What colour does 4 like?&lt;br /&gt;-Erm erm erm I think I know this one. Is it blue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21)Is 4 Single?&lt;br /&gt;-Yep, unless she recently got one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22)Your relationship with 1&lt;br /&gt;-I'm her beloved grandaughter who her husband flirted with :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23)Are 5 &amp;amp; 6 best friend?&lt;br /&gt;-They get along well, yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) 9 surname&lt;br /&gt;-Eh. Erm. I forgot. Is it is it is it Tan? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) 7 nickname&lt;br /&gt;-MOMOKIRI :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26)Say something to 8.&lt;br /&gt;-HELLO LONG TIME NO SEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27)Say something to help 9&lt;br /&gt;-HI JOSEPH! I hope you're done with the character development thingies. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28)What does 1 admire.&lt;br /&gt;-Erm erm Oguri Shun? Or was it Matsumoto Jun? Or Edward Cullen? Or all three? I think all. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29)Where does 1 live.&lt;br /&gt;-Somewhere in the west of Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30)10 of them know who you like?&lt;br /&gt;-I don't like anyone in that way lah. Stop asking me stupid questions. When he, the man of my dreams, comes, I will make a declaration, okay?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31)Say something to 6 when you see her&lt;br /&gt;-NAAAAAAAAAD! I MISS YOU. I GOT YOU SEASHELLS AND A CUTE SHEEP *glomps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32)10 spouse?&lt;br /&gt;-She's only 16! Too bad the marrying age for girls was bumped up to 18. :/&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1)Whats the best thing that has ever happened to you?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... this is a toughie. My sixteenth birthday was nice, but I like the Perth trip in June better. And then there was the very seccuessful TKD performance in January (which is about to occur soon again), and my getting good progress awards and stuff! But I think the winner has to be when I won that writing competition just be writing about how much I hated Bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)What is the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to you?&lt;br /&gt;-When I bonked some lady over the head after waking up on the bus and literally screaming at the top of my lungs, I MISSED MY STOP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Do you have a line or word you practically own?&lt;br /&gt;-HAHAHA. I share the Gasp! Shock! thing with Kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)If your life was a movie, what would be the title and why?&lt;br /&gt;-The title would be: Zarifah. Because that's my name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)If you life was a song, what genre would it be of and why?&lt;br /&gt;-Pop. Because I just discovered that I'm not really as Ra-Ra as I expected myself to be and therefore, am not Rock (as I would've put myself to be, maybe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)Do you think your life is perfect?&lt;br /&gt;-No, and I wouldn't want it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)What is perfect to you, anyways?&lt;br /&gt;-I don't like perfection, because humans can't achieve it, no matter how much they try. What they can do is to do their very best, and be thankful for whatever they have. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)Who is/are your Idol(s) or role model(s) and why?&lt;br /&gt;-I try not to have any because I just want to be myself. :D But I try to learn from everyone around me, and follow their best examples.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara, 2008.&lt;br /&gt;You were a big part of my life, my sixteenth year, but I never really liked you.&lt;br /&gt;It was a rollercoaster of emotions for me, this year, and I hope that next year will only be a jetboat ride.&lt;br /&gt;I learned so many things, and I hope I've matured, even if it is just a little bit, from all the lessons I have learned from everything I've gone through.&lt;br /&gt;When I wake up tomorrow, it'll be a whole new beginning for me, a whole new start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will be born anew. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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year!'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-1988902287479062278</id><published>2008-12-29T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T19:54:19.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>157 back</title><content type='html'>I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;Updates later.&lt;br /&gt;Hi to all.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's loved and missed.&lt;br /&gt;I have to sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;Jet lag.&lt;br /&gt;Argh.&lt;br /&gt;New Zealand is 5 hours ahead of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-1988902287479062278?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-8574337664383783583</id><published>2008-12-17T10:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T10:49:44.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>156 Flying off</title><content type='html'>Ohmygawd.&lt;br /&gt;I've been so busy packing that I realised that I haven't finished writing my chapter for the collab story.&lt;br /&gt;Nurul, Joseph, I'm so sorry!&lt;br /&gt;You guys continue the story without me, okay?&lt;br /&gt;I'm really so so sorry. =.=&lt;br /&gt;And I haven't finished editing Mind too, Joseph, but I'll email you what I've done.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh~&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Zealand in 9 hours!&lt;br /&gt;Will be at the airport by about 4.30pm I think.&lt;br /&gt;I'm riding SQ yay~&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be quite cold there (even though it's summer).&lt;br /&gt;It's like, 15 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmkay so this is like, the last post until after I get back from New Zealand.&lt;br /&gt;I will be inaccessible in NZ, what with my spoilt handphone that refuses to get a signal in other countries (I'm pretty sure my plan comes with autoroam).&lt;br /&gt;Either way, my parents are not letting me use it because autoroam is expensive and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't have a business to run, therefore I don't need it anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, I'm typing damn fast.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh~ no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay see you all in twelve days, on the 29th!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is, if I've got energy to switch on my comp when I come back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-8574337664383783583?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-478505295996365174</id><published>2008-12-15T23:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T23:37:46.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>155 fake marriage</title><content type='html'>My wireless is fixed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an unnecessary post, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CONGRATULATIONS, EXUO AND AEO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/SUZ4bMT8V3I/AAAAAAAAAhs/Jp2-23P07y8/s1600-h/Maple0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/SUZ4bMT8V3I/AAAAAAAAAhs/Jp2-23P07y8/s400/Maple0039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280040021695158130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[see chat]&lt;br /&gt;Mel, I caught your new husband flirting with meh.&lt;br /&gt;Because I am too cute :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/EDIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM LEAVING FOR NEW ZEALAND ON WEDNESDAY, 17TH DECEMBER!&lt;br /&gt;I WILL ONLY BE BACK ON THE 29TH OF DECEMBER!&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to train saza for me?&lt;br /&gt;She is very well behaved, unlike anbu.&lt;br /&gt;.____.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-478505295996365174?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/478505295996365174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=478505295996365174' title='0 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-7464004621868897691</id><published>2008-12-15T16:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T10:51:11.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>154 photo #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/SUhpGOB0KXI/AAAAAAAAAh0/M6SZzatlIAU/s1600-h/3107044180_be9e9f3213_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/SUhpGOB0KXI/AAAAAAAAAh0/M6SZzatlIAU/s400/3107044180_be9e9f3213_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280586118657747314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Team Haruhi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;From left: Koizumi (Bryan), Yuki (Chibi), Mikuru (Kristy), Haruhi (Me) and Kyon (Dempster).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a million for my first ever cosplay experience. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to put up the other pictures. I look ctfvygbuhnij weird. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-7464004621868897691?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/7464004621868897691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=7464004621868897691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/7464004621868897691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/7464004621868897691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2008/12/154-photo-1.html' title='154 photo #1'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/SUhpGOB0KXI/AAAAAAAAAh0/M6SZzatlIAU/s72-c/3107044180_be9e9f3213_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-3731728630142371335</id><published>2008-12-14T10:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T11:03:34.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>153 after eoy/cosfest</title><content type='html'>I don't have pictures of myself.&lt;br /&gt;However, try to imagine me in a sailor fuku with ribbons in my bushy, shoulder-lengthed hair that had been ironed out (but it curled in the end anyway), with a miniskirt, knee-high socks and brown dress (?) shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES I THINK I PHAILED.&lt;br /&gt;OH BUT WHAT THE HELL, I HAD LOTS OF FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 1: OMG, look, that Haruhi over there is wearing shorts!&lt;br /&gt;*taps guy next to him*&lt;br /&gt;Guy 2: OMG, yeah! She IS wearing shorts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, wow, so when you cosplay, wearing shorts under your super short skirt is NOT a norm?&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a Kamen Rider, two Mario guys, an ultimate phailed Rockman, 3 other Haruhis, a soon-to-be-flamed-to-death "Gundam", a whole class of Narutards, lots of weird-looking Bleach cosplayers, a girl cosplaying as "myself in a VK uniform", lots of lolis, a girl in something that resembled a bikini and a cloak, lots of VK people, two people in suits and yellow boxes on their heads, a giant chibi, a ghost, adorable kids cosplaying as Kon (?), and the rest was fuzzy because I didn't wear specs like, 50% of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. A Mojojojo was there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit&lt;br /&gt;Koukou Debut next year!&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll be Haruna (meh).&lt;br /&gt;So mel, you'd better be Assa.&lt;br /&gt;Currently looking for Yoh, Fumiya, Asaoka, and Mami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The uniform's quite easy, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;White blouse, dark blue pullover and a pleated plaid dark blue (?) skirt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-3731728630142371335?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/3731728630142371335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=3731728630142371335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/3731728630142371335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/3731728630142371335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2008/12/153-after-eoycosfest.html' title='153 after eoy/cosfest'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-5355497506246777729</id><published>2008-12-10T09:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:42:29.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>152 a guitar</title><content type='html'>I am so dead.&lt;br /&gt;I can't play it properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fingers are rock hard.&lt;br /&gt;And for some reason I keep silencing the strings (or whatever that's called).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bloody tabs look so hard.&lt;br /&gt;I am really, truly, dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*stuffs guitar into its bag/case and puts it inside the cupboard*&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Bryan, I ain't no Guitar Hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not quitting yet.&lt;br /&gt;It may have won the first battle, but I'm gonna win this war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stolen from MEL yet again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Letter A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you available?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I guess you could say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your age?&lt;br /&gt;16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What annoys you?&lt;br /&gt;The fact that my fingers are peeling at the edges due to the metal strings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Letter B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you live in a big house?&lt;br /&gt;It's bigger than my old one. It has two floors. It's cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;22nd April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Letter C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite candy?&lt;br /&gt;Orange tic-tacs (I rarely eat them now, idk why).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's your crush?&lt;br /&gt;No crushes at this point (surprise surprise), or maybe you can count Changmin :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night, while watching ep 10 of Skip Beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Letter D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you daydream?&lt;br /&gt;Erp. Yes. All the time. I was reprimanded for that in primary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite kind of dog?&lt;br /&gt;One that doesn't bark, run, spit, move, shed fur, pant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What day of the week is it?&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Letter E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you like your eggs?&lt;br /&gt;Half-boiled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in the emergency room?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the easiest thing ever to do?&lt;br /&gt;Stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Letter F&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever flown in a plane?&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you use fly swatters?&lt;br /&gt;Orh. No. I just whack em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever used a foghorn?&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Letter G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you chew gum?&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Not any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a giver or a taker?&lt;br /&gt;Taker. Obviously. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like gummy candies?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Letter H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you?&lt;br /&gt;I'm fine, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Letter I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;Swensen's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever ice skated?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you play an instrument?&lt;br /&gt;Not really. Half of piano, 1/10000000000 of guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Letter J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite jelly bean?&lt;br /&gt;I hate jelly beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear jewelry?&lt;br /&gt;Necklaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Letter K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you want to kill?&lt;br /&gt;Someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want kids?&lt;br /&gt;YES. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you go for kindergarten?&lt;br /&gt;Erm. I was in 3 Kindergartens. PAP, Jamiyah, and I forgot the last one. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Letter L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you laid back?&lt;br /&gt;I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you lie?&lt;br /&gt;YES. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Letter M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats your favorite movie?&lt;br /&gt;I don't really watch movies, but I guess The Day After Tomorrow and some JMovies were pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still watch Disney movies?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like mangoes?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Letter N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a nickname?&lt;br /&gt;Zee's the most common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your real name?&lt;br /&gt;Zarifah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Letter O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your one wish?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know which one to choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Letter P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What one fear are you most paranoid about?&lt;br /&gt;Erm. To screw up EOY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's a personality trait you look for in people?&lt;br /&gt;Humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Letter Q&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favourite quote?&lt;br /&gt;I don't really do quotes. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you quick to judge people?&lt;br /&gt;Quite. Whoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Letter R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you're always right?&lt;br /&gt;Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you one to cry?&lt;br /&gt;YES. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Letter S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer sun or rain?&lt;br /&gt;Rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like snow?&lt;br /&gt;Of course. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite season?&lt;br /&gt;Winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Letter T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time is it?&lt;br /&gt;The clock next to my bed says 10.47, the one on my tablet says 9.47. Which one should I follow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time did you wake up?&lt;br /&gt;Erm. 8?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you slept in a tent?&lt;br /&gt;ATC last year, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Letter U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you wearing underwear?&lt;br /&gt;Why would I not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underwear or boxers?&lt;br /&gt;I love boxers, but I don't have em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Letter V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the worst veggie?&lt;br /&gt;Asparagus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Letter W&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your worst habit?&lt;br /&gt;Lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you live?&lt;br /&gt;In a house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your worst fear?&lt;br /&gt;Being eaten by a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Letter X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had an x-ray?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen the x-games?&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you own a xylophone?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Letter Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like the color yellow?&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting sick of it (my entire house except my room is yellow, my school uniform was yellow, and I've been in yellow houses since primary school).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's one thing you yearn for?&lt;br /&gt;Money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Letter Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats your zodiac sign?&lt;br /&gt;Monkey/Taurus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in the zodiac?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favourite zoo animal?&lt;br /&gt;GIRAFFES. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you enjoy doing quizzes?&lt;br /&gt;YES. OF COURSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What subjects do you hate most?&lt;br /&gt;Malay, Physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your favourite pet is...&lt;br /&gt;I don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What would you do if you are the only one left in the world?&lt;br /&gt;Curl up in my room and watch JDramas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who do you think likes you?&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If you were to create human beings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a)How many organs would there be on the face?&lt;br /&gt;I'd leave it the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b)Would they be evil or good?&lt;br /&gt;Good. Very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c)Give a brief description of the people you create.&lt;br /&gt;They'll be good-looking, smart, and witty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What/Who do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;An actress. (HAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Which do you prefer? Being treated as pillow or bolster?&lt;br /&gt;Bolster! I'll be hugged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you think there's such a thing as forever?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. From A-Z, give a name you know to each letter.&lt;br /&gt;Exclude letters which don't have any.&lt;br /&gt;You cannot include yourself &amp;amp; you must include if you really know the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*checks phonebook*&lt;br /&gt;I'll take the first of each letter :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ; Abigail&lt;br /&gt;B ; Basil&lt;br /&gt;C ; Casandra&lt;br /&gt;D ; Dalilah&lt;br /&gt;E ; Ee Suan&lt;br /&gt;F ; Fadilah&lt;br /&gt;G ; Geraldine&lt;br /&gt;H ; Hayyu&lt;br /&gt;I ; Ilya&lt;br /&gt;J ; Jason&lt;br /&gt;K ; Kaiqi&lt;br /&gt;L ; Lisa&lt;br /&gt;M ; Mel (since she tagged me, her name shall be here :D)&lt;br /&gt;N ; Nadnad :D&lt;br /&gt;O ;&lt;br /&gt;P ; Pearllyn&lt;br /&gt;Q ;&lt;br /&gt;R ; Rachel&lt;br /&gt;S ; Sab&lt;br /&gt;T ; Tabitha&lt;br /&gt;U ;&lt;br /&gt;V ; Valerie&lt;br /&gt;W ; Waihan&lt;br /&gt;X ;&lt;br /&gt;Y ; Ying Tian&lt;br /&gt;Z ; Zafri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How many letters are blank?&lt;br /&gt;Wtf, Four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. List out the number of facts about yourself based on qn. 11 answer.&lt;br /&gt;I'm cosplaying a self-centered bitch for EOY this Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;I'm freaking out due to the above statement.&lt;br /&gt;My phone is spoiling.&lt;br /&gt;I am freaked out because of the guitar next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. How is A connected to G? (Abigail + Geraldine)&lt;br /&gt;They don't know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who does B like? (Basil)&lt;br /&gt;I think he's currently dating Geraldine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is your relationship with N? (Nadnad)&lt;br /&gt;She's my twin. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What do you think of U? (-)&lt;br /&gt;Nobody there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What colour does L likes? (Lisa)&lt;br /&gt;Idk. I think red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. How old is I ? (Ilya)&lt;br /&gt;13 hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Is T your best friend? (Tabitha)&lt;br /&gt;SHE'S MY PIANO TEACHER/AMATH PARTNER :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What do you like about S? (Sab)&lt;br /&gt;She's a funny person :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Is E having a relationship with Q? (Ee Suan + Nobody)&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you think Y hates or dislikes you? (Ying Tian)&lt;br /&gt;Lawl. Idk. Do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Does W have any pets? (Waihan)&lt;br /&gt;I can imagine her with a bunny :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Does M likes F? (Mel + Fadilah)&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Is P a Singaporean? (Pearllyn)&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. When was the last time you bought O present? (-)&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What did you do with D last week? (Dalilah)&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen her in so long. And she's my neighbour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. How did you get to know H? (Hayyu)&lt;br /&gt;She's my ex-classmate, and my AUNT. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Who introduced Z to you? (Zafri)&lt;br /&gt;Erm. My parents? HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Is C &amp;amp; X friends? (Casandra + nobody)&lt;br /&gt;Casandra~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Is J &amp;amp; K a possible couple? (Jason + Kaiqi)&lt;br /&gt;NOOOO. JASON IS ONLY 11. KAIQI IS NOT A PAEDOPHILE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Who is R to you ? (Rachel)&lt;br /&gt;My ex-classmate. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-5355497506246777729?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/5355497506246777729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=5355497506246777729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/5355497506246777729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/5355497506246777729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2008/12/152-guitar.html' title='152 a guitar'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-2819808903529870999</id><published>2008-12-07T23:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T23:53:51.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>151 lines</title><content type='html'>It took me an hour to actually get exactly what she was saying and how she said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid I'll screw up, though, but heck. It's fun to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tada no ningen ni wa kyoumi arimasen.&lt;br /&gt;Konno naka ni u chuu jin, miraijin, isekaijin, chounoryukusha na itara atashi no tokoro ni kinasai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have no interest in normal humans.&lt;br /&gt;If there are any aliens, time travellers, sliders or espers here, come join me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only wish is that I won't get flamed for saying that during the performace because the accent was "a little bit off" or blah.&lt;br /&gt;Come on, man. I'm human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My skirt was an ultimate bitch to fix.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still traumatised by the fact that I'll have to lose 3cm off my waist and 4cm off my butt in order to fit into the bloody thing nicely.&lt;br /&gt;I dug out an old copy of the so-called bimbo magazine because I remembered an article there that said "tone your abs and butt fast with these steps!".&lt;br /&gt;But its been 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;And I still haven't lost it yet.&lt;br /&gt;Something's wrong with my metabolic rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-2819808903529870999?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/2819808903529870999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=2819808903529870999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/2819808903529870999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/2819808903529870999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2008/12/151-lines.html' title='151 lines'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-1503606424390515046</id><published>2008-12-07T01:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T01:50:40.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[Long-awaited] His and Hers- Fifth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A Phone Call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;School starts tomorrow huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh… duh. Dreadful, isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not really. I enjoy my time at school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha… yes I know you do. I bet holidays are a bore to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They’re not. I have you, and my work, and I always welcome free time with nothing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what do you do during those times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A lot of things. You know me, don’t you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah… of course I do. You’ll be strumming your guitar sometimes, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uh huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sleeping in…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damn right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And watch TV and read newspapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds adultish. You might be labelled a ‘newspaper dad’ in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whatever. Continue?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…And planning what to do during- no wait, that’s work too, isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, my dear, it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t call me ‘my dear’! You’ll sound like you’re old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m ten years older than you. Isn’t that old?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh... since you’re so old, why don’t you be my Sugardaddy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aren’t I that already?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, what the hell do I do with you?! Seriously… No you’re not my Sugardaddy, and I don’t want you to be one either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then what am I? What do you want me to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re my boyfriend, and you should stay that way. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How about me? What are you to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m your girlfriend! Ahh! I don’t know! Answer your own question!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You’ve already answered it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s good to know that I know you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, I’ve know you for four years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, nearly four. Not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nearly four. Got it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shoots, I’ve got to go. My parents just got home, and if they find out that I’m talking to you, I’ll be in the deepest shit you can possibly think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’ll come over one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now’s not really the time to talk about that, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know. See you in school tomorrow, then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. See you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bye then, sweet dreams, Juliet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t call me that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh… Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-1503606424390515046?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/1503606424390515046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=1503606424390515046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/1503606424390515046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/1503606424390515046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2008/12/long-awaited-his-and-hers-fifth.html' title='[Long-awaited] His and Hers- Fifth'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-8820411032095868978</id><published>2008-12-07T01:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T01:40:20.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>150 december</title><content type='html'>Ahh. It's already December.&lt;br /&gt;This year flew by fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 days to EOY.&lt;br /&gt;I've cut my hair.&lt;br /&gt;It's easier to wash and dry now.&lt;br /&gt;And comb.&lt;br /&gt;And tie.&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten my full costume. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-8820411032095868978?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/8820411032095868978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=8820411032095868978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/8820411032095868978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/8820411032095868978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2008/12/150-december.html' title='150 december'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-9008435676429154375</id><published>2008-12-04T17:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T17:38:12.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>149 desires</title><content type='html'>I have a sudden urge to watch Arashi MVs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, like the new skin?&lt;br /&gt;I had like, a sudden flash of inspiration after re-reading Beast Master.&lt;br /&gt;And then I stayed up half the night doing this.&lt;br /&gt;Probably because I created a whole new base template.&lt;br /&gt;So no one can steal, and no one can accuse me of stealing theirs :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;It's in the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;It's like, a weird shape.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining now.&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to stop staring at the sky.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it has that kind of effect on me.&lt;br /&gt;It's blue, and yet gray at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;It's sunny, but it's still raining.&lt;br /&gt;Alluring, and yet, with the slightest hint of melancholy.&lt;br /&gt;Almost like a beautiful girl with sadness in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I think I've seen that kind of person before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, I think I put something weird in my chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;My stomach's acting up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY [belated] BIRTHDAY, BLOG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a year and a week old now! Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-9008435676429154375?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/9008435676429154375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=9008435676429154375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/9008435676429154375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/9008435676429154375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2008/12/149-desires.html' title='149 desires'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-7150188502103074284</id><published>2008-12-02T22:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T23:27:11.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>148 chalet</title><content type='html'>I'm about to sleep but I guess I'll just do a quickie post about today's chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was GREAT. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;I came at about 1.15pm, and was greeted by a whack from Abigail's pillow, or "inspiration" (so she calls it). Stoned, laughed and spazzed around and stepped on landmines a few times in the chalet room before we all left for WWW.&lt;br /&gt;We went straight for the wave pool! @_@&lt;br /&gt;WWW's completely different when you go with a whole bunch of crazy friends than when you go with your crazy dad and equally insane brother. It just becomes more insane.&lt;br /&gt;I went on that stupid U slide-y thingy and just screammmmeddd my head off because it was so scary, and Ridzuan, who had taken the ride with me, was just screaming his head off in utter joy and bliss (and later had sweetly asked the girls who were after us if it was OK for him to go another round with Joseph).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shoik river thing was funny!&lt;br /&gt;Felix was wearing skin-coloured shorts, so when he goes into the water, they completely blend to his skin, thus making him look NAKED.&lt;br /&gt;So whenever we passed by a lifeguard along the river, we would purposely say out loud:&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, Felix, where are your shorts?"&lt;br /&gt;And he would go "SHIT!" and dive into the water, making it hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One lifeguard actually fell for it.&lt;br /&gt;"Is he wearing shorts? OMG. Is he wearing shorts? Is he wearing shorts? OMG! Is he wearing shorts? Is he wearing shorts? Is he wearing shorts? Is he wearing shorts?"&lt;br /&gt;Kimberly: "Chill, he is wearing shorts!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another bunch of idiots fell for it too.&lt;br /&gt;It was so funny, because the very lifeguard who fell for the joke had actually raidoed the other guys to hunt for the Naked Guy, so we decided to go and apologise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After WWW, there was this superr long queue for the one and only toilet in the chalet, and Joseph and I, being the last few souls to take a shower, stoned around in front of the toilet, him doing coin tricks and me trying to find the trick behind it.&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS SO COLD. ARGH. I was so close to dying from hypothermia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's a tornado forming!"&lt;br /&gt;"No... it's a water spout!"&lt;br /&gt;"Wow. Water spouts in the air."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was dinner, supossedly. But it was raining so heavily it made going out of the chalet (and barbecues) virtually impossible.&lt;br /&gt;But Abigail and I ran out anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came pillow fights between Ruz and Abigail, me editing Joseph's spanking new story, Joseph doing his card tricks as usual, and everyone just plain fooling around. Stupid stuff happening like Aisyah and Syazwan mysteriously turning into horses. Felix's abandoned mentos pack ending up in Syazwan's pants... weird songs being blasted while everyone stones around, plays cards, and Ruz singing (off-keyishly) along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left at 8.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stolen from Mel (again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;My friends are&lt;/strong&gt; MINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;I am listening&lt;/strong&gt; to Mirotic- DBSK. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Maybe I should &lt;/strong&gt;go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;strong&gt; I love&lt;/strong&gt; my tablet, even though I desperately need to service it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;My plan&lt;/strong&gt; is to sleep after I finish this, and remember to ask my parents to renew the Norton antivirus subscription, as well as send my tablet for servicing over dinner tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;I don't understand&lt;/strong&gt; why my parents don't remember the stuff I tell them over dinner or in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;I lost&lt;/strong&gt; my hairclip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;People say&lt;/strong&gt; just about everything and just about nothing all at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.&lt;strong&gt; I am missing&lt;/strong&gt; my muffins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;Love means &lt;/strong&gt;a big red heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;strong&gt;Somewhere, someone&lt;/strong&gt; is dying due to AIDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;strong&gt;I am always searching for&lt;/strong&gt; myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;strong&gt;Forever seems&lt;/strong&gt; to take ages to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;strong&gt;I never want to live&lt;/strong&gt; like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;strong&gt;My mobile phone is&lt;/strong&gt; dying because I can't be bothered to charge it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;strong&gt;When i wake up in the morning&lt;/strong&gt; I grab my blanket and go back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;strong&gt;I get annoyed when&lt;/strong&gt; people nag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;strong&gt;Parties are&lt;/strong&gt; something that I probably won't get to attend for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;strong&gt;Hugs or kisses?&lt;/strong&gt; Hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;strong&gt;Today &lt;/strong&gt;I went to WWW with my MC classmates, laughed like crazy, smelt like chlorine, ate Fillet O Fish, stoned around in a messy chalet room with a bunch of hormonal teenagers, fell asleep in the car on the way home and fought with my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;strong&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt; I have to be a good girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22&lt;strong&gt;. I really want&lt;/strong&gt; to get out of this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; will get a scholarship to go to an overseas university so that I will be away from this place for like, 5 years or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;strong&gt;What is your phone brand?&lt;/strong&gt; Sony Ericsson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. &lt;strong&gt;What are the last three digits of your phone number?&lt;/strong&gt; 749&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. &lt;strong&gt;What does the second message in your inbox say?&lt;/strong&gt; Abigail- "We wait for you. Get your butt here." LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.&lt;strong&gt; Who was the last person you rang?&lt;/strong&gt; My dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. &lt;strong&gt;Who was the last missed call from?&lt;/strong&gt; Grace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. &lt;strong&gt;What does the oldest message in your inbox say?&lt;/strong&gt; Nad- "So, found your koro yet? Lol I need to pee &gt;.&lt;" HAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. &lt;strong&gt;Who comes up after J?&lt;/strong&gt; Kaiqi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.&lt;strong&gt; Go to your sent messages- What does the tenth message say?&lt;/strong&gt; To Joseph- "ARGH. And how much is the entry fee? It its too ex i can't go. D:"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. &lt;strong&gt;Who is your network provider?&lt;/strong&gt; Singtel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. &lt;strong&gt;How many messages are there in your inbox?&lt;/strong&gt; About 200+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. &lt;strong&gt;Who do you have on speed dial 3?&lt;/strong&gt; My mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.&lt;strong&gt; If you are on prepaid card, how much credit do you have?&lt;/strong&gt; I don't have PPC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. &lt;strong&gt;Who's the first person who comes up after C? &lt;/strong&gt;My dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. &lt;strong&gt;What do you have as your main ringtone?&lt;/strong&gt; I will love you- YUI :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. &lt;strong&gt;Pass this quiz to ten people&lt;/strong&gt; As proven by me, anyone who wants this quiz will steal it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-7150188502103074284?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/7150188502103074284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=7150188502103074284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/7150188502103074284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/7150188502103074284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2008/12/148-chalet.html' title='148 chalet'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-2649978949845890224</id><published>2008-12-02T05:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T05:57:53.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>147 of shopping trips</title><content type='html'>I've realised that it's really best just to shut up, listen, and follow without comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to go with that way of life, though.&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to bow down to pressure.&lt;br /&gt;I will be myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like changing this skin.&lt;br /&gt;MC class chalet in 6 hours :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-2649978949845890224?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/2649978949845890224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=2649978949845890224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/2649978949845890224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/2649978949845890224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2008/12/147-of-shopping-trips.html' title='147 of shopping trips'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-5393527756787187436</id><published>2008-11-29T07:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T07:43:20.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>146</title><content type='html'>It's damn boring these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realised that I've forgotten everything I've read up in Sec 2 about REM sleep, and the names of the stars in the Big Dipper, Orion and Taurus. And everything about Titanic the ship (ahh! Specialist subject!). And the recipe for my muffins. And how stars are born. And what causes a solar flare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember that when solar winds come into contact with the Earth's atmosphere they form the Auroas (Borealis in the North, Australis in the South). The colours are caused by what elements and compounds are affected by the solar winds. Oxygen causes green and red, the most commen. Nitrogen and its ions causes violet and blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll go re-read the encyclopaedia. I have a feeling that info is wrong and I don't trust Wiki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KL trip's today. Ahoy, shopping!&lt;br /&gt;I need to get a new cardigan and more striped t-shirts.&lt;br /&gt;I like the t-shirt-cardigan combo that I've just recently (or not so recently) discovered.&lt;br /&gt;And necklaces! I need necklaces!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-5393527756787187436?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/5393527756787187436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=5393527756787187436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/5393527756787187436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/5393527756787187436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2008/11/146.html' title='146'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-7454170575570076661</id><published>2008-11-26T11:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T11:32:44.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>145</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. What are your reasons for having a LJ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like LJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. What do you do before bedtime?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fluff all the pillows. :D And hug Yuujirou because he's a pillow too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. What will your dream wedding be like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm... I don't know. Held at one of em Suntec Ballrooms. Despite wanting to marry, I've never actually imagined the details of my wedding, or maybe I forgot. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. What is the city of your dreams and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I am the queen and my words are absolute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Are you an introvert or extrovert?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idk. I don't know myself nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being loved. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Do you trust easily?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. What person, dead or alive, is your role model?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Is there anything that has made you unhappy these days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The absence of somethign to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. When’s the last time you had fun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my granpa drove me round Kampung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Is being tagged fun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't tagged. I did this on my own accord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. How do you see yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a girl with funny hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Who are currently the most important people to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's insane lah. Zuko's scary. That's so obvious, and she doesn't think so. But she's so cute to the extent that she's my lolicon. And Genji/Hikaru is hot (random!). I'm happy that she's editing Genji Monogatari scans. Yeahyeah. She's a great person and we should go spaz out together someday when I am unlazy enough to drag my butt out of my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Would you rather be single and rich or married but poor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Tempting. Single and rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. How many children do you want to have, if any?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much consideration, I have decided to have a max of 3. We don't need so many people in this world. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. What’s better, to give or to receive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously recieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lol jan-ken-pon). I'll pick the one who has the guts to sparr with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. What would you do if you (or your girlfriend) became pregnant unexpectedly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep the kid and bash the guy who raped me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. What are you waiting for right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For something to happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-7454170575570076661?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/7454170575570076661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=7454170575570076661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/7454170575570076661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/7454170575570076661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2008/11/145.html' title='145'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-7254413320381623135</id><published>2008-11-26T10:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T11:09:50.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>144 I'm not bored. I am very happy with my life now. Sarcasm. Yay.</title><content type='html'>I shall try to type a not-so-emo post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone's gone bonkers.&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to be receiving smses, and the smses I send don't seem to get through.&lt;br /&gt;So if you want to contact me, just call lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lazy to bake muffins even though I promised like, 1 million people.&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lazy to make sushi even though I've got everything already.&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to bake lasagna now but I'm too lazy lah.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I just sit around counting the days when I get to study again.&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lazy to go out with people (sorry, even though I promised).&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lazy to watch dramas.&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lazy to write fanfics or read them.&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lazy to read manga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, I'm just rotting at home.&lt;br /&gt;Either slugging or randomly playing maple and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not playing private server anymore, mel.&lt;br /&gt;The exp rates seem to be too high to the extent that I keep RBing too fast.&lt;br /&gt;And then it'll get boring.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll skip off to another ps.&lt;br /&gt;And then the cycle continues~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;I'M BACK ON MAPLESEA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, who the hell would've guessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;went to Kampung over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Its changed a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Deforestation all 'round, baby.&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness Atuk's place is still... untouched I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Although you can't really call the kebun (plantation) not a product of man's intereferement with nature.&lt;br /&gt;But it's still like, greenery everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Better than this rock jail I'm stuck in.&lt;br /&gt;At least the sky can be seen there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be going to KL this weekend to eat and shop till I drop.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully mummy and daddy'll get a family suite or two rooms for the family so that&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T HAVE TO SHARE A BED WITH ZAFRI EWW.&lt;br /&gt;Even if its a huge queen size bed or a double bed or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;He snores.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in my family snores (except me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cosfest in 17 days.&lt;br /&gt;Miss Ng's wedding in 18.&lt;br /&gt;New Zealand trip in 21.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-7254413320381623135?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/7254413320381623135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=7254413320381623135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/7254413320381623135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/7254413320381623135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2008/11/144-im-not-bored-i-am-very-happy-with.html' title='144 I&apos;m not bored. I am very happy with my life now. Sarcasm. Yay.'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-630824850264707358</id><published>2008-11-20T19:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T19:32:50.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>143 sigh</title><content type='html'>I give up lah.&lt;br /&gt;My brother is the biggest bloodsucking leech in the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;I'm dry.&lt;br /&gt;My veins are filled with nothing but cold air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a wonder how I grew up with him.&lt;br /&gt;His poisoned mind thinks that only he is great, the greater good of all evil (aka me).&lt;br /&gt;Just because he got into triple science, he degrades me.&lt;br /&gt;Puts me down.&lt;br /&gt;Says I'll get into YJC at the very best.&lt;br /&gt;Calls me a Spoiled Princess, spoiled in all ways imaginable.&lt;br /&gt;(Who does he think does his washing, and cooks his meals?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents mind him like he's the prince of all princes.&lt;br /&gt;The Most Wonderful Son in the World.&lt;br /&gt;He degrades me in their face, and they don't give a hoot.&lt;br /&gt;When I just mutter 'bastard' under my breath, my mother takes me out in one hit.&lt;br /&gt;Are they blind? Are they deaf?&lt;br /&gt;This abuse, the first of its kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even they fall prey to my brother's words.&lt;br /&gt;"I've had enough of you." My mother said, 5 seconds after my brother said the exact same words.&lt;br /&gt;"Why don't you just listen to us for once?"&lt;br /&gt;"Talk to us nicely and we'll listen to you and let you do whatever you want."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, my brother screams at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when these poly people send me ads for their open houses, my mother will just wave them at me.&lt;br /&gt;Her face reads: "Maybe you'll just end up here, unlike your brother."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad ITE doesn't send me stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I'll bet my mother would paste them all over my bedroom walls, just like she would have with the poly ones if I hadn't torn them into shreds and thrown them away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, this is abuse, first of its kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their acts tell me that I am the Worst Daughter/Sister in the World.&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to believe in that already.&lt;br /&gt;Because when you keep on repeating something to someone in their face, they'll believe it eventually, even if it is the greatest lie of all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-630824850264707358?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/630824850264707358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=630824850264707358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/630824850264707358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/630824850264707358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2008/11/143-sigh.html' title='143 sigh'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-8768836532021226259</id><published>2008-11-19T00:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T00:19:28.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>142 After prom</title><content type='html'>Prom photos up on Facebook after I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should switch to Katara/Aang and Mai/Zuko fics.&lt;br /&gt;The idiots at fanfiction.net always, always write Katara/Zuko out of character.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think Zuko deserves to be with a bitch like Mai anyway.&lt;br /&gt;And Aang needs a worrywart of a 'mother' like Katara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, Suki and Sokka are made for each other, literally. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Toph, no one for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But good Zutara fics (of which is hard to come by) are real good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Like Dramione, I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-8768836532021226259?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/8768836532021226259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=8768836532021226259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/8768836532021226259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/8768836532021226259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2008/11/142-after-prom.html' title='142 After prom'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-4856706658996515485</id><published>2008-11-16T01:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T01:59:42.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>141 bored</title><content type='html'>I can't believe how bored I am.&lt;br /&gt;I've watched like, a million dramas.&lt;br /&gt;Here's like, 1/10 of the expansive list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shindo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kanojo to no Tadashii Asobikata&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hatsu-koi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Virgin Snow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;100 Scene no Koi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baby and Me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tada Kimi wo Aishiteru&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jenny, Juno&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He Was Cool&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Marrying School Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Millionare's First Love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I not Stupid&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I not Stupid too&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Homerun&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;The last three made me infatuate with &lt;a href="http://nutzhen.com"&gt;Joshua Ang&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And in my opinion, Korean dramas seem to have a lot of pointless comedy in it, which is why I prefer to stick to my Jap dramas, of which the conversations I vaguely understand.&lt;br /&gt;And I noticed that Korean women tend to be more domineering over their male equivalents.&lt;br /&gt;Good for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NTUC Fairprice is looking for "O Level students awaiting results" as part-time cashiers.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone wants to kill time and earn money with me?&lt;br /&gt;Not that I need the money, I just need to kill time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for TKD today, a first in like, forever, or so it seems.&lt;br /&gt;My legs are aching like mad, even though it wasn't that much of kicking and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I should start working out.&lt;br /&gt;I hear that both the treadmill and the bicycle machine thing at the gym is unused, and I won't get random glares from people.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, what's wrong with wanting a bit of muscle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom's on Monday, or rather, tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T KNOW HOW TO USE MAKE-UP!!&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell does my eyeshadow have four different colours?&lt;br /&gt;Do I use only one or all of them?&lt;br /&gt;I've read like, a million articles and step-by-step thingies online and in oneofthose "teen" magazines that I would never have touched if not due to the immense wealth of knowledge that they have on make-up and prom.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I read the mags, because if I didn't I would've bought a full-length gown because of my misconception that people like me should like, cover everything.&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe that everyone's prom dresses are like, BLACK.&lt;br /&gt;I asked around. And I just can't stop laughing because prom's going to turn out a funeral. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, have some originality, people! Why black?&lt;br /&gt;Of all the millions of colours in the world, people have to pick BLACK for their prom dresses?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah sure, it makes you look thin, classy, sophisticated, blah, blah, blah.&lt;br /&gt;And it also makes you look boring.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really not surprised if I stand out like crazy tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dress is a baby pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I should study for next year.&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-4856706658996515485?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/4856706658996515485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=4856706658996515485' title='0 Comments'/><link 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get out of this house.&lt;br /&gt;All the emotional trauma and drama that I have to go through just to have permission to go for a bloody barbecue!&lt;br /&gt;Ahh~ someone please remind my parents that I am sixteen, not six.&lt;br /&gt;That I can defend myself very well, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;And that I will not drop dead somewhere due to being raped/accidentally killed/caught in a riot/drowned/eating weird, random food.&lt;br /&gt;And that I will not be taken advantage of when I have my mp3 on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh please, show them the light, someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-4392722301456610641?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/4392722301456610641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>139</title><content type='html'>I've never really realised how lucky I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should learn how to be more grateful.&lt;br /&gt;And love myself a little more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe I will make it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-6559735815763222452?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/6559735815763222452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=6559735815763222452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/6559735815763222452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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It was the last week of the June holidays, she had finished revising all that had been thought in the past semester, she had many, many friends, and a boyfriend to top it off. Her house had cable TV and all-day-everyday broadband access. She was supposed to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gazed lazily at her tiny handphone on the study table, and pounced on it. Sliding it open to expose the keyboard, she dialled the eight numbers she knew by heart, and dialled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ring, ring. Ring, ring. Ring, ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She waited patiently for him to pick up. He should pick up by the fifth ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ring, ring. Ring, ring. Ring, ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six rings and still no answer. She blew a stray lock of hair out of her face, and casually twirled another on a finger, and waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ring, ring. Ring, ring. Ring, ring. Ring, ring. Ring, ring…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She huffed. What was taking him so long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You have reached mailbox number…” The monotonous drone of the answering machine made her sigh as she ended the call and put aside her phone. Maybe he was busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At another part of the island, he glanced sideways, in-between the stacks of papers on his table, to his vibrating handphone, noticing the name that only he knew too well flash across the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shook his head, and muttered a silent apology as he turned to the stack of papers immediately in front of him, a spark of urgency and motivation flowing through him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn’t notice that his phone has stopped vibrating and the notice on his phone now read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘One Missed Call.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At her place, she buried her face in her textbooks once more, concluding that she would be better off studying that slugging around anywhere else. At least, he would be proud of her learning that she had studied to kill time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smile spread across her lips.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Another one! We're getting close to discovering their relationship. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, how they're related. You know, like how they met, etc.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. Okay whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-4879091991533907235?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/4879091991533907235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=4879091991533907235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/4879091991533907235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/4879091991533907235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2008/11/his-and-hers-fourth.html' title='His and Hers- Fourth'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-627521730298283569</id><published>2008-11-09T21:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T21:38:19.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>138</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I stole this from dearest mortal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://loveanthems.blogspot.com/"&gt; Azalea&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, just because I feel like doing a quizzy thingy. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;01. What have you been doing recently?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Falling sick, sleeping, getting constant migranes from too much sleep (I think) and crying over J-Dramas and writing/typing my pointless plotless stories and designing my prom dress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;02. Do you ever turn your cell phone off?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Before I go in for O Level papers, because I am a good girl. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;03. What happened at 10.00am today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I was still sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;04. When did you last cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just now, after watching Tada, Kimi wo aishiteru.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;05. Believe in fate/destiny?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Uhm... I think I should be able to answer the question when it comes to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;06. What do you want in your life right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Money. $$$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;07. Do you carry an umbrella when it rains, or just put up your hood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Neither. Because the rain is so fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;08. What's your favourite thing to have on your bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My bed partner, my bolster, my pillows and my tablet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;09. What bottoms do you have on now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Long, bright orange gym pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;10. What does the nicest text in your &lt;span&gt;inbox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You mean phone inbox? Uh... "All the best for your papers! :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;11. Do you tend to make a relationship complicated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Isn't that a rhetheoretical question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;12. Are you wearing anything you borrowed from someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;13. What was the last movie you caught?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I don't go to cinemas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;14. What are you proud of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;My ability to sleep for 14 hours straight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;15. What does the oldest text message in your inbox say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Hmmm... not urgent la. I just need it before Os thats all :D"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;16. What was the last song you sang out loud?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tokyo by YUI. Pissed my brother off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;17.Do you have any nicknames?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;18. What does your last received text message say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"We wont if you aren't. So u have fun kay? :D"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;19. What time did you go to bed last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;11, I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;20. Are you currently happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;21. Who gives you the best advice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;If he could talk, it would be Yuujirou. But others come in close, I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;22. Do you eat whipped cream straight from the can?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Ehh. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;23. Who did you talk to on the phone last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Nobody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;24. Is anything bugging you right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;This itch on my back, and the migrane that's moving to the Southwest of my brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;25. What/who was the last thing/person to make you laugh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Fakebook thing about Obama on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lifestyle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;26. Do you wear toe socks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I wear my Yukata! Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;27. Who was the last person you missed a call from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;28. Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;29. What annoys you most in a person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A big, huge, inflated ego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;30. Do you have a crush on anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sorry. No time for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;31. Have you ever done cocaine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Why would I want to do that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;32. What is the colour of your room?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;PINK. DUH. Everything's pink, for your information, from the walls to the curtains to the stuff on my table. But sadly, the table itself as well as my cupboards are brownish wood (ugh). My bedsheets have fairies on them. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;33. Would you kill someone you hate for a billion dollars?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Please. YES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;34. Do you believe in the saying : talk is cheap?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;More or less, yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;35. Who was the last person to lie in your bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My bed partner's still there, I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;36. Who was the last person who hugged you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;My dad. The morning hug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;37. Did anyone see the last person you kissed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I don't kiss and tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;38. Do you have a life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;More or less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;" &gt;39. Have you ever thought someone died, when they actually didn't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;" &gt;40. What is the reason behind your profile song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ahem. Profile song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;" &gt;41. Who was the last person you saw in your dream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me as a girl I do not recognise. And a guy whose face I did not see. The dream led to the birth of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;His and Hers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;" &gt;42. Last time you smiled?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I finished writing the fourth part of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;His and Hers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;" &gt;43. Have you changed this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe no one noticed, but yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;" &gt;44. What are you listening to right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ben 10's audio coming from my brother's laptop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-627521730298283569?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/627521730298283569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=627521730298283569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/627521730298283569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/627521730298283569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-stole-this-from-dearest-mortal-azalea.html' title='138'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-6052798111274995559</id><published>2008-11-09T20:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T21:11:31.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>His and Hers- Third</title><content type='html'>His and Hers- Third&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bicycles and the Wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He suggested they rented bicycles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I can’t cycle,” She mumbled under her breath, mentally cursing her useless older brother and parents for not teaching her when she was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned to her, puzzled as a breeze blocked out what she was trying to say. “What?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She frowned and crossed her arms over her chest as he leaned in to hear her repeat what she had said. Of course, he already knew what message she was trying to bring across, but it was fun to tease her every once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I can’t cycle, okay?!” She burst out silently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just smiled at her as her anger grew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t have a childhood. Ha ha.” She added after a minute of glaring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave her a thoughtful look before grabbing her arm to the bicycle rental hut. He took no notice of  her glare and her angry whispers of “I will fall down and break both my legs, you moron”, as he paid the bicycle rental uncle enough money to cover three hours of rent, before picking a pretty bicycle, complete with a little ‘passenger’ seat behind his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You can sit behind me and let your legs dangle,” He pointed out, as he sat on the bicycle, ready to peddle off. She stood stubbornly on terra firma, her arms still crossed over her chest, still frowning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sighed. “You won’t fall down. I promise.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Fine. You can hold onto me, okay?” He sighed again, as her face lit up at the prospect of physical contact, and clambered on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hands were lightly gripping his waist as he cycled casually down the path, making sure that he wasn’t cycling too fast, so as not to scare her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After what seemed like ten minutes of cycling, she suddenly voiced. “It feels kinda nice.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Of course,” He agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mmm… how long have you been cycling?” Her right hand left his waist, probably to tuck a stray bit of hair behind her ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Forever, I guess.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Lucky.” She whispered as she placed her arm gently on his waist once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun was setting in the horizon, and the sea breeze blew lazily along the beach. They didn’t say anything for a long while, and her head dipped onto his back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned to face her, noticing that she was watching the sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Tired?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shook her head. “No. Not really. I just feel really good now, that’s all.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The wind feels good, huh?” He asked, one hand letting go of the handlebars to pat the hand on his waist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She held his hand, and squeezed it warmly. “Yeah.”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's what I've been doing during the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;It feels as though O Level's already ended.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'd better come up with another blog to dump all of my fics in.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I should.&lt;br /&gt;And then, I can do like, my first blogskin in half a year. I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-6052798111274995559?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/6052798111274995559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=6052798111274995559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/6052798111274995559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/6052798111274995559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2008/11/his-and-hers-third.html' title='His and Hers- Third'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-1475677555471019470</id><published>2008-11-06T22:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T22:16:43.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>His and Hers- Second</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;His and Hers- 2nd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A Scent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;As soon as he had unlocked the car doors, she ran out, leaving her door ajar. She ran straight for the beach, her arms spread out, laughing gaily, just the way she did back at the field two weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he pulled the key out of the ignition, she turned around, messy curls flying everywhere, and shouted to him. “Hurry up!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled, and grabbed her abandoned hat before joining her on the breakwater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What do you smell?” She asked, her nose squinched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took a deep breath and shrugged. “I don’t know. Salt?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shrugged as well and took another deep breath. “Yeah… but it’s kind of…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Different, huh?” He concluded, handing her the hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She frowned at it before accepting the gift and jamming it onto her head. “I guess. It smells… sad though.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sad?” His mouth turned up disapprovingly. “Smells have feelings?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn’t look at him. “It’s like… the smell of a broken heart.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took in another deep breath. It didn’t seem like sadness… but more of guilt. He told her this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Guilt?” She took in a lungful of air and closed her eyes. “No,” She muttered softly. “It’s not guilt… It’s…” Her face was scrunched up in concentration as her eyes remained closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Disappointment.” His voice was barely above a whisper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes fluttered open. She stole a sideway glance of him. “Yeah…”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A continuation of the dream that I had. I wrote this for fun, and decided that I might just do a series of little pointless one-shots of them. I just love having fun with nameless couples, especially this one. If you have name suggestions just feel free to tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to call the "series" His and Hers. :D&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy, you lucky people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-1475677555471019470?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/1475677555471019470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=1475677555471019470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/1475677555471019470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/1475677555471019470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2008/11/his-and-hers-second.html' title='His and Hers- Second'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-6148743332543643777</id><published>2008-11-05T18:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T18:43:05.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>137 A dream</title><content type='html'>This was a dream I had last night. Or was it the night before. Typed out. For Nad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“Where are you bringing me?” She asked, wanting desperately to peel the blindfold away from her eyes just to see where she was. But it was physically impossible, seeing that one hand was in his as he gently led her along, and the other was holding onto her hat so that it would not be blown away by the strong wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He chuckled as she struggled to hold both her hat and her skirt down as a strong gust of wind blew past them. In an attempt to hold down her skirt, she let go of her hat, only to feel it no longer on her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small gasp escaped her lips as she assumed that it was gone, even though she somehow knew that he would have caught it for her. With her hat gone and the wind blowing down, there was no reason for her hand to be busy. With one sweeping movement, she removed the blindfold, only to be found in the middle of… nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Where… are we?” She gasped, her voice barely above a whisper as he squeezed her hand a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My little present to you,” He replied smoothly, a soft smile spreading across his face as did hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had known for a long time, about her love for the sky. She had always complained about how living in a concrete jungle didn’t allow her to have a complete view of the sky, so he knew that this was a present that would have made her really happy. They were in a vast field, with nothing, absolutely nothing, but grass and the sky. He knew that she would love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, it gave her an exclusive view to all of the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loosened his grip on her hand as she floated away, her face turned to the sky, spinning freely and laughing, just like a little girl. The white fabric of her dress floated around her like clouds, and to him, she was like the sun itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A strong gust of wind blew again, this time messing up her rowdy curls. He laughed as she tried to seep them off her face, only to find that the wind had blown them back on again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She glared at him. “Give me back my hat!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He laughed again and placed the hat on his head. “What hat?” He asked innocently, shrugging, as she faked a pout and stormed up to retrieve the hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This one,” She said, almost coldly, as she snatched the hat from his head. She looked up to glare at him, before spinning gracefully away, her rebellious curls now safely inside the hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stuck his hands in his pockets as he watched her for what seemed like forever. She never seemed to run out of energy, as she ran around freely, her face always, always, turned to the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Come!” She called, extending a hand towards him. He went towards her and interlocked his fingers with hers, before raising his arm up and allowing her to spin under it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She laughed, before raising her arm and tip-toeing to allow him to do the same. “You’re too tall!” She complained, as he spun out and laughed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, a man’s got to do what a man’s got to do!” He exclaimed, only to be rewarded with a frown. He bent down to kiss her hand, and asked, “May I have this dance, Princess?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She giggled. “As you wish, my Prince.” She placed a hand on his shoulder, and interlocked the other with his. He placed one hand on her waist, and his burst out laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Not there, idiot!” She placed his hand a little lower. “Come on, you did that on purpose, you knew that that was my tickly spot.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grinned. “Why of course, as always.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, and I don’t know the waltz, so… teach me?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“In this heat? Are you crazy?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She frowned. He was right. Dancing the waltz under the hot sun was a stupid thing to do. “Maybe we’ll just stick to our usual.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure? Do you even have any energy left?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You bet,” She winked, and started running, pulling him along to another side of the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dancing for a while, she stopped, panting, and stumbled to his side. She seemed drugged by the sun, if that was even possible, and dropped like a stone onto the ground, sitting down cross-legged, and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“See? I told you that you couldn’t last.” He told her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No you didn’t.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes I did.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Shaddup,” She concluded with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He squatted next to her as she grinned, still panting. Finally, she collapsed, and her hat fell away from her head. Her hair fanned out behind her head and onto her face as well, only to get swatted away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stared at the sky for a long time, as he just watched her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Look!” She cried out, pointing at a cloud. “That looks like a cat.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lay down next to her and looked in the said direction. It did seem like a cat. He scanned the sky, and spotted one. “There’s a bunny there,” He pointed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah,” She agreed, before turning towards him. “You’re not bad at cloud-spotting, are you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shook his head and chuckled. “Nope, not at all.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Then how about that one?” She pointed again as the clouds blew swiftly past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He squinted. “A… car?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled. “Bingo.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hmmm… any more?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wait… I’m looking,” She lowered her hand as she observed the vast sky again, and pointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That one looks oddly like a shirt.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A shirt?” He looked in her direction, and agreed. He could see the funny sleeves and a faint outline of the collar. “So it is.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were quiet for a while as they tried to find more clouds to identify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ahh… how about that one?” He pointed to a cloud that seemed to be in the shape of a guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Where?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There. A guitar.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I can’t see it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took her hand and outlined the cloud with it. “See? That’s the neck… and the body.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes glistened. “You’re right!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The warmth of his hand lingered on hers, even after she had let go, even after she had woken up from her merry little dreamland and realised that the guy was only a fabric of her imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. A thousand words in less than fifteen minutes. Go count for yourself. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-6148743332543643777?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/6148743332543643777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=6148743332543643777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/6148743332543643777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/6148743332543643777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2008/11/137-dream.html' title='137 A dream'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-1148240000032135014</id><published>2008-11-02T08:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T09:26:53.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>136 birthdays~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/SQz8dvfDKuI/AAAAAAAAAgM/BrGj2WxG6oE/s1600-h/CIMG2375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/SQz8dvfDKuI/AAAAAAAAAgM/BrGj2WxG6oE/s320/CIMG2375.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263859652382370530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/SQz8dRvYX6I/AAAAAAAAAgE/2wbkbtw-3yM/s1600-h/CIMG2170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/SQz8dRvYX6I/AAAAAAAAAgE/2wbkbtw-3yM/s320/CIMG2170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263859644397805474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/SQz8dKkSPwI/AAAAAAAAAf8/VHEkvqnQ4ao/s1600-h/DSC01559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/SQz8dKkSPwI/AAAAAAAAAf8/VHEkvqnQ4ao/s320/DSC01559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263859642472218370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/SQz8ciiGLsI/AAAAAAAAAf0/b6AJJj1IxyM/s1600-h/DSC01551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/SQz8ciiGLsI/AAAAAAAAAf0/b6AJJj1IxyM/s320/DSC01551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263859631725620930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/SQz8cNsOdCI/AAAAAAAAAfs/N3tb8Fdz71Q/s1600-h/DSC00464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/SQz8cNsOdCI/AAAAAAAAAfs/N3tb8Fdz71Q/s320/DSC00464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263859626130961442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I forgot to do this yesterday, mel. Sorraye.&lt;br /&gt;And I might as well throw in a few supperrr old maple screenshots too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/SQz9yaYYznI/AAAAAAAAAgc/KG9mS3S6P4E/s1600-h/tube.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/SQz9yaYYznI/AAAAAAAAAgc/KG9mS3S6P4E/s320/tube.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263861107006164594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/SQz8v5ZKLqI/AAAAAAAAAgU/86hqWq9Z5cs/s1600-h/Maple0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/SQz8v5ZKLqI/AAAAAAAAAgU/86hqWq9Z5cs/s320/Maple0028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263859964279664290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BELOVED LOLICON, MELISSA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and Kirreli and Erudite and all the others too xD)&lt;br /&gt;Anbu says hi. She's angry that I don't use her name anymore. Wakaka.&lt;br /&gt;Let's find a greattt private server, yeah?! :D&lt;br /&gt;And then we can create the ultimate guild where I am the ultimate queen! (Yes, you had your fun in UpYours, so now it's my turn) :DD&lt;br /&gt;It's been four years since we knew each other! :O&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks for being such a great friend, squaddie and grandmother :D&lt;br /&gt;Love ya loadds and have a great 16!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On second thoughts, maybe we can just co-master to guild. And call it... uhh.&lt;br /&gt;We'll think of a name another time :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I just realised that Fredrick was never on top of the FM sign in FM. He was at the side &gt;.&gt; Stupid private servers screw up everything.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/SQz90P544KI/AAAAAAAAAg8/pzml5mW_WGg/s1600-h/CIMG2337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/SQz90P544KI/AAAAAAAAAg8/pzml5mW_WGg/s320/CIMG2337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263861138553626786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/SQz9zrZB5aI/AAAAAAAAAg0/tw3t_2oCQEM/s1600-h/DSC00166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/SQz9zrZB5aI/AAAAAAAAAg0/tw3t_2oCQEM/s320/DSC00166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263861128752129442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/SQz9zIRfn2I/AAAAAAAAAgs/ITKv213-k7A/s1600-h/CIMG2964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/SQz9zIRfn2I/AAAAAAAAAgs/ITKv213-k7A/s320/CIMG2964.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263861119325282146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/SQz9y0Be6tI/AAAAAAAAAgk/S1l7yvX91n0/s1600-h/CIMG2388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/SQz9y0Be6tI/AAAAAAAAAgk/S1l7yvX91n0/s320/CIMG2388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263861113889417938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/SQz_cwQfgoI/AAAAAAAAAhU/6C_NdTaxTA8/s1600-h/DSC00542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/SQz_cwQfgoI/AAAAAAAAAhU/6C_NdTaxTA8/s320/DSC00542.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263862933944763010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/SQz_cjxKavI/AAAAAAAAAhM/hHmEXX4yMMU/s1600-h/DSC00368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/SQz_cjxKavI/AAAAAAAAAhM/hHmEXX4yMMU/s320/DSC00368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263862930592131826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/SQz_caYTGEI/AAAAAAAAAhE/ir6ly6SKFrs/s1600-h/DSC00386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/SQz_caYTGEI/AAAAAAAAAhE/ir6ly6SKFrs/s320/DSC00386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263862928071923778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YAY CELESTINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY SIXTEENTH BIRTHDAY IN ADVANCE, CELES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just tomorrow. Heh. But heck.&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you take good care of Yuuki, kay?&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being a wonderful friend and a great confidante.&lt;br /&gt;And I really hope to see you as the first female PM! Yeah! You'll totally have my vote. :D&lt;br /&gt;Kick out all the other males in office!&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, if you do be the manager of an instant noodles factory, make sure you make your noodles MSG-free and halal. So that my kids and I can eat it. :D&lt;br /&gt;And don't stone around too much.&lt;br /&gt;And study!&lt;br /&gt;Love you lots!&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/8401456243711142080-1148240000032135014?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/1148240000032135014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=1148240000032135014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/1148240000032135014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/1148240000032135014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2008/11/136-birthdays.html' title='136 birthdays~'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/SQz8dvfDKuI/AAAAAAAAAgM/BrGj2WxG6oE/s72-c/CIMG2375.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-5413112234999747584</id><published>2008-10-31T19:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T19:21:37.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>135 seven more to go!</title><content type='html'>Seven more papers left! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuujirou has new pants!&lt;br /&gt;It's oversized, just like his shirt, but he's still cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Ce.Ke.Za bear trio is complete with Celestine's Yuukirou!&lt;br /&gt;It's so funny, the -rou thing.&lt;br /&gt;We were arguing about her name, because it had to follow the -rou rule (Kelly's being Kirou and mine being Yuujirou)&lt;br /&gt;Celes suggested Doukurou or something, but it sounded so guy and her bunny was a girl so it was totally unappropiate.&lt;br /&gt;Then there was Sekairou! ("Sekai" means "world", yupps)&lt;br /&gt;And finally, after a while we settled on Yuukirou. Or Yuuki for short. (No matter how I see it, I keep on thinking of it has like, VK's Kurosu Yuuki)&lt;br /&gt;Yuu from Yuujirou and ki from Kirou!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I am so high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh~ I feel like an immense weight is lifted from my shoulders when I'm done with a paper.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all the papers are next month! So I can relax! For now at least...&lt;br /&gt;But next month is like, tomorrow. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, flying off to watch tv now.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I last did. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-5413112234999747584?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/5413112234999747584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=5413112234999747584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/5413112234999747584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/5413112234999747584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2008/10/135-seven-more-to-go.html' title='135 seven more to go!'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-6092067305356272715</id><published>2008-10-29T09:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T09:12:26.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>134 Great news :DDD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I CAN GO FOR THE MINDCHAMPS CLASS CHALET!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's the tiny print to it, of course (these are my parents we're talking about):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I can only choose ONE of the three days, so I'm picking either the second or last one, because my parents are bringing me to KL 1st dec.&lt;br /&gt;2) I have to be home by ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I can go! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's another non-related problem though... I still have to ask them about cosplay.&lt;br /&gt;I think they're going to scream, considering that fact that I've already bought my costume and most of the other stuffs needed for it anyways. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-6092067305356272715?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/6092067305356272715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=6092067305356272715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/6092067305356272715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/6092067305356272715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2008/10/134-great-news-ddd.html' title='134 Great news :DDD'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-2514279944949922757</id><published>2008-10-25T13:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T13:55:51.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>133 I am in need of a haircut</title><content type='html'>Just a teeny little break from mugging.&lt;br /&gt;Papers so far were fine, I can even call it easy.&lt;br /&gt;Amath paper 2 was of course the exception.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, I can say byebye to my A1 for amath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;Like it? Like I'd care anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Added a tagboard and a counter just for fun (and out of curiosity, because I have doubts if anyone is even reading this anymore).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, I can throw away textbooks/TYSes now!&lt;br /&gt;At least, only English and amaths ones.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I can sell them... hmm.&lt;br /&gt;Call/email me if you're interested in:&lt;br /&gt;-English TYS (1997-2006)&lt;br /&gt;-English TYS worked solutions (1998-2007)&lt;br /&gt;-AMaths TYS (November papers 1997-2006)&lt;br /&gt;-AMaths TYS (November papers solutions 1997-2006)&lt;br /&gt;-AMaths TYS (June papers and worked solutions 1998-2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in near-perfect condition, because I take care of my books (except for the English TYS, which has a lot of highlighting and stuff)&lt;br /&gt;Other TYS and worked solutions when I'm done with it (mostly November papers 1996-2006).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, also selling:&lt;br /&gt;-Other schools preliminary examination papers (for all [of my] subjects). Just name the school, and I might have it. All in mint condition (with highlighting and some pencil marks)&lt;br /&gt;-Notes for all [of my] subjects, subject to availability and how precious it is to me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I'm taking English, Malay, Emath, Amath, Science (Phy/Chem), Biology, Comb Humanities (SS/Lit) and Pure Geography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a haircut. My bangs are too long. They keep poking my eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-2514279944949922757?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/2514279944949922757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=2514279944949922757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/2514279944949922757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/2514279944949922757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2008/10/133-i-am-in-need-of-haircut.html' title='133 I am in need of a haircut'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-7199430513659235886</id><published>2008-10-20T19:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T19:41:43.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>132 Introducing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/SPxuTTa4pfI/AAAAAAAAAXk/sMe1S1K1b_s/s1600-h/DSC00618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/SPxuTTa4pfI/AAAAAAAAAXk/sMe1S1K1b_s/s320/DSC00618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259199742771504626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(from left) Ben and Yuujirou. My loves.&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/8401456243711142080-7199430513659235886?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/7199430513659235886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=7199430513659235886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/7199430513659235886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/7199430513659235886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2008/10/132-introducing.html' title='132 Introducing'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_V7qHt5_m0Bw/SPxuTTa4pfI/AAAAAAAAAXk/sMe1S1K1b_s/s72-c/DSC00618.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-6473872613046907133</id><published>2008-10-20T19:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T19:27:34.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>131 This is another break too</title><content type='html'>Chem was lotsa fun.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have fun doing chem, english and geography exams.&lt;br /&gt;So am I a sadist or what? D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg! Only 16 papers left!&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401456243711142080-6473872613046907133?l=querulous-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/6473872613046907133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401456243711142080&amp;postID=6473872613046907133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/6473872613046907133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401456243711142080/posts/default/6473872613046907133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-kid.blogspot.com/2008/10/131-this-is-another-break-too.html' title='131 This is another break too'/><author><name>Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03298481809839183347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401456243711142080.post-2084041320487980516</id><published>2008-10-19T19:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T20:07:13.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>130 I'm taking a break. So what?</title><content type='html'>Stolen from &lt;a href="http://www.themailservice.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mel&lt;/a&gt;. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's your full name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Siti Zarifah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you young or old?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Young. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matter of fact, How old are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm 16 and a half years minus 3 days (17 if you count the Muslim calendar).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's the gender?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Female. Obvious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you popular or a total nerd?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A nerd. A geek. A bookworm. A closet mugger (somewhat).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does everyone love you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Idk. Ask them. Maybe they all hate me D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you Single, Taken, or Flirting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Single. Yes. I ordered a Single Mushroom Swiss Burger. So hand it over. Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who are you liking these days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yuujirou and Ben. My loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have a cellphone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where were you born?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever hit on someone way older than you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Not really. I don't "hit on someone".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Has anyone way older than you ever hit on you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Do people ever "hit on [me]"? Is that even emotionally possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What kind of music to do you listen to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- JPop and instrumentals (preferably piano solos and classical guitar).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can you live without music?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Obviously not. It's my everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you a pretty good dancer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If you count Hare Hare Yukai, Saikyou Pare Parade and my class dance, I can't dance anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How often do you take to get out of the house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Huh? I don't "get out of the house" these days. People come to me and give me money (for Hari Raya) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have any siblings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If you count my alien kid "brother" then yes. And you also count my genetically unidentical twin too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you a virgin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yes. And I like eating spaghetti with virgin olive oil too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's your deepest darkest secret?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If I did have one I wouldn't put it here, would I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you drive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nevar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What kind of car do you want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If there's one that does not spew out carbon dioxide and does not require a driver's license to drive, I'll take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you want kids?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- YES. OMG THEY'RE SO CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If so, how many?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 5 maybe. Only one girl (so that I can spoil her).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would your parents kill you if you were pregnant right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Who knows? But I'll definitely keep the kid. And kill the father for raping me because I don't recall having sex with anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you own an iPod?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Don't intend to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's your favorite sport?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Taekwondo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you on drugs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Does Panadol count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever done drugs before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah. The ones that heal you from little itsy flus and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you wear jewelry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Not really. I'm not that kind of kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If so, what jewelry do you wear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A necklace would be nice, though. But I don't have many of them (hinthint)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have style?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Not really. I'm the tshirt-and-jeans kinda girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: b
