<?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-13628604</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:49:15.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreamsdontexist-</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712773269804133734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13628604.post-113352520519660805</id><published>2005-12-02T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T20:06:45.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hawhaw ive been too lazy to update -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes but today shakti, her sister and myself watched zathura :) hawhaw that movie is so cute! the visual effects were good and the quarrels were &lt;u&gt;real&lt;/u&gt;. like its like two brothers quarrelling non-stop -.- there was one part in the show where this astronaut came through a time portal because he was spun out of the game (if you get what i mean) and the two boys' (walter and danny) sister (lisa) was like "he has georgeous eyes.. and its so obvious that he's so caring towards me.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;infatuated sister -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but later she realised that he (the astronaut) came through a time portal so its like he was the older version of walter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so she just said that her brother had hothot eyes -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay tomorrow im going out with vera and hopefully cheryl and elaine. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13628604-113352520519660805?l=dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13628604.post-113324633660334117</id><published>2005-11-29T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T14:38:56.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha just received the song vera and i sang at leeweisong. i kept going offkey hawhaw -.- but vera's voice was so nicenicenice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i read bat's post about michelle qiu, that arrogant GEPer. gosh, im too mad to say anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13628604-113324633660334117?l=dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/feeds/113324633660334117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>hawhaw man u just won. yay :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;today&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;yesterday&lt;/b&gt; vera and i went out shopping :) more or less i dragged her around and we went hopping from one cd shop to another without buying anything -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then outside HMV (i think) she was like "gasp!" and i thought she was looking at the 7f poster when actually she was looking at the jay chou one next to it -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway at about 5+ we went to kbox :) it was retardedly fun and i got a membership card so that we could get the student rate -.- i felt so bad, because i was randomly choosing the songs that i liked and yes she picked all the jay chou songs that she knew how to sing. at 6.55 they were chasing everyone out so we purposely sang our last song (the JJ Lin song that we did for our recording) really loudly :D the music was loud and our singing was even louder but it was still very amusing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that i went back in her car :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;anyway this part's about &lt;u&gt;my&lt;/u&gt; thoughts.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. I was just thinking, with all those racist bloggers and everything, we cant even type out our own feelings. there's always this part there which says "you may get into trouble for this and for that and blahblahblah". you know what i mean. anyway. lets say for example..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i post something like "horoscopes are freaky, they are actually quite true and everything"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll have people coming up to me and say that "that's not true, its not right, you shouldnt let horoscopes control your life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pfft. its not as though i let it control my life, its only an interest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plusplus. if i post something like "i believe that i control my own life. i know god is there to guide me through and everything, but i believe that i do things my own way and i can change my fate with every step i take."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sure another person will come up and tell me that "you're wrong, because god controls your life! and there's no such thing as fate. the bible tells you everything, and it determines everything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;great, now im going to get sued for typing out this.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13628604-113311789099910786?l=dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/feeds/113311789099910786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13628604&amp;postID=113311789099910786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/113311789099910786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/113311789099910786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/2005/11/hawhaw-man-u-just-won.html' title=''/><author><name>Jermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712773269804133734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13628604.post-113290430767466938</id><published>2005-11-25T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T15:38:27.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes, i feel so bad. so sze wing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to everyone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed my lay and mingdao is &lt;s&gt;love. :) in other words he's &lt;/s&gt;hot. not takky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im envious of hottie elaine who's in australia now, HUMPH. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13628604-113290430767466938?l=dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/feeds/113290430767466938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13628604&amp;postID=113290430767466938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/113290430767466938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/113290430767466938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/2005/11/yes-i-feel-so-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Jermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712773269804133734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13628604.post-113264000376147788</id><published>2005-11-22T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T14:13:23.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>they have no more space for me, damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13628604-113264000376147788?l=dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/feeds/113264000376147788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>vera and i went to the leeweisong school of music today :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we saw the guy prisci and april said was hot! and i bought a album! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly they explained everything (yawn) which ended in 2 hours. then two guys appeared and started singing! yay one of them looks like toro and another like kunda! :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought their album and got an autograph. but i felt so bad because i didnt know that they didnt know how to speak english? so vera and i were like rattling away in english. vera got her NAME written! hawhaw how amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we both went into the recording studio together and started singing JJ Lin's YiQianNianYiHou together (refused to go alone) and we were so nervous that we sort of laughed our way through? when we first went in i said "Mister (laughter from Vera's mum) do we put these &lt;i&gt;(points to the headphones)&lt;/i&gt; on?&lt;br /&gt;then it was vera's brother's turn and he was singing LaoShuAiDaMi. it was then did i speak to the guy priscilla liked. :D i was like waving my hand in front of him before..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "excuse me? were you the one who went to mgs to perform earlier this year?"&lt;br /&gt;him; "erm.. yeah?"&lt;br /&gt;vera: "our classmates think that you're hot&lt;i&gt;(we burst out laughing when that guy starts blushing)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Nicole (one of the teachers) : "hawhaw you have fans!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he left. when he came back i said "my friend thinks that you sing better than YiDa. harharhar." then we were chased off. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that concludes it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then last night i watched gob with su-lyn, jeanhui, yanka and meera. :D&lt;br /&gt;we had reserved seats! it was so amusing because su-lyn went to ask the lady if the seats were reserved for Mr Sin and the woman said something as though doubting her status (you know, Mr Sin's daughter) but yay we still got our reserved seats! i brought home the paper which said "reserved". hawhawhaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the movie was quite okay. Katie Leung had a weird accent and at the Yule Ball there were 3 out of 4 races :D look out for that! Su-lyn almost screamed each time Cedric appeared and the 5 of us kept talking through the movie. -.- the quiddich world cup was over too quickly! but i must admit that the dark mark looks so COOL. its like POWWOW kind of thing. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when cedric "died" i teared. and when voldermort stepped on his face i teared again. then when amos diggory/harry started to cry over ced i was sniffing so badly. :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13628604-113238606666390319?l=dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/feeds/113238606666390319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13628604&amp;postID=113238606666390319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/113238606666390319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/113238606666390319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/2005/11/vera-and-i-went-to-leeweisong-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Jermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712773269804133734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13628604.post-113230184567169350</id><published>2005-11-18T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T16:19:11.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hawhaw i just had two weird dreams in a row. they are nice and sweet dreams but i still have bad feelings about them. its weird. OH DEAR nic i may be having weird dreams like you! :P not that its a bad thing. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13628604-113230184567169350?l=dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/feeds/113230184567169350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13628604&amp;postID=113230184567169350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/113230184567169350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/113230184567169350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/2005/11/hawhaw-i-just-had-two-weird-dreams-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Jermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712773269804133734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13628604.post-113215199668976711</id><published>2005-11-16T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T22:39:56.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;i guess no msn is quite bad for me. :( i've been out of touch with the real world&lt;/s&gt; and im starting to get really bored so i keep posting here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im tired of this lay after a few days. -.- so i shall create a new one soon :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now i was chatting with Shakti using &lt;b&gt;rusty trusty gmail&lt;/b&gt;. its really hilarious talking to shakti. :D and yay she should be able to catch a movie with me on the 6th of December! yay. &lt;s&gt;so mr howard tan and the rest of the debate team dont bully her and make her go for training on that day so that she can come window shopping/lunch/catch a movie with me &lt;/s&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was reading draco/hermione &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/"&gt;Fanfic&lt;/a&gt; while she went for a potty break and &lt;s&gt;AWW WASNT DRACO SO SWEET TO HERMIONE&lt;/s&gt; (sounds too bimb) draco was so sweet to hermione. haha. seriously. even though all the plots are so cliched and disgusting and all that. you know, as bat has mentioned before, everything is so stupid. draco malfoy is always the hunk and ginny weasley is always that "redhead who was much curvier". or hermione is always the "prettiest person of the level. not the bookworm she always was". you know, somehow &lt;s&gt;everyone&lt;/s&gt; &lt;b&gt;all the lead characters&lt;/b&gt; undergo major transformations. its as though they went under the knife. if you get what i mean. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;oh yes and the kiss is always so amazing. 0.0&lt;/span&gt; yeah so i started to dream. 0.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway while reading i felt so touched at draco's actions towards hermione (i read d/h) even though its the millionth time i've read that fanfic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides reading fanfic i've completed the series of old kingdom books by Garth Nix. i read Sabriel, Lireal and Abhorsen all over again. i think its a little weird how Lireal becomes Sabriel's half-sister suddenly and Sameth's aunt in the book &lt;b&gt;Lireal&lt;/b&gt;. i sort of expected Sameth and Lireal to go together &lt;s&gt;even though Lireal is two years older than sameth&lt;/s&gt;. of course this is a novel, not a lame romance trash that somehow almost all girls enjoy reading. even though its trash. :/ Of course, the Disreputable Dog and Mogget never fail to amuse me. :D but i think its all so coincidental that Lireal had the gift of seeing the past, instead of the future, like almost all other Daughters of the Clayr had. okay sorry im confusing everyone right? then pick up &lt;u&gt;Sabriel&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;Lireal&lt;/u&gt;, and &lt;u&gt;Abhorsen&lt;/u&gt;, because they are seriously good reads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like some book salesperson. -.- but yay another nice book is The First Book of Pellinor : The Gift. This book is slightly costly ($25) but seriously, it rocks. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going to the hp movie with su-lyn, jeanhui, yanka and i have no idea who else. if possible, i really want to sit at the side so that i dont feel so squashed and then no one will pass me the popcorn. :D after two sticky encounters (one with elaine - we still had 3/4 the bucket left) and in hk (that was quite yummy, and i love the container) i think im going to abstain from it for these 2 months. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh and today my sister went to hongkong with Aunty Wendy and Des. (Aunty Wendy is Des' mum.) okay i dont know them personally but my sister speaks about Des alot at home? (im spelling it as Des because i have no idea how to spell her name properly; heh). she woke me up at 8.45am to french braid her hair. and seriously, i was so tired that i couldnt tie her hair properly. and all because i slept at 4am this morning. but 5 hours of sleep is good enough for me, really. i feel so energetic. :D my sister went to hk disney land and went there for shopping. WOW. okay fine i went to hongkong too but i still cant help feeling envious. okay, i admit it, i hate plane rides. but i love visiting another country. in hongkong disneyland the queues are all quite long (except some, seriously) and some people are just out to get a place in front of you. PLEASE, WHAT DIFFERENCE DOES IT MAKE.so while my parents are yakking away behind i always put my foot infront of some queue-cutter so that she wont cut the queue. -.-  and it always works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13628604-113215199668976711?l=dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/feeds/113215199668976711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13628604&amp;postID=113215199668976711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/113215199668976711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/113215199668976711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-guess-no-msn-is-quite-bad-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Jermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712773269804133734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13628604.post-113211131720708186</id><published>2005-11-16T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T11:38:35.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, im so mad now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i treat &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt; as one of my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are such a git.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;please&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont think that by not telling the truth you are doing a good deed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because you are &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no. i dont think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you never ever tell me &lt;u&gt;anything&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think im closer to &lt;b&gt;your sister&lt;/b&gt; than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;i tell you all my secrets but you dont tell me yours&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you were getting braces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you didnt tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i sms-ed you you so conveniently didnt have my number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;i dont care if i get sued for this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;if you think that this post applies to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;maybe you're right, maybe you're wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pfft i finally got that off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;ah wells.&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;i think april's &lt;s&gt;coming back&lt;/s&gt; came back yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;yay! (:&lt;br /&gt;but my msn is still down though.&lt;br /&gt;ah wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;but i still want to watch &lt;s&gt;Just Like Heaven&lt;/s&gt;, Harry Potter, Chicken Little, Narnia&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13628604-113211131720708186?l=dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/feeds/113211131720708186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13628604&amp;postID=113211131720708186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/113211131720708186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/113211131720708186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/2005/11/okay-im-so-mad-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Jermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712773269804133734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13628604.post-113206646537916449</id><published>2005-11-15T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T22:55:20.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so msn is still locked out. as shakti has said, use the &lt;strong&gt;rusty trusty gmail&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;so anyway i came across a nice song! (: haha because its in chinese i think im going to translate it, for all my dear friends. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;My Dear Friend&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Exchanging our Diaries;&lt;br /&gt;Going on a holiday together;&lt;br /&gt;Arranging to get the same haircut three days later :D&lt;br /&gt;The Sushi i prepared is specially for you, prepared with friendship.&lt;br /&gt;We are as close as sisters, such that you know &lt;s&gt;everything&lt;/s&gt; all my secrets!&lt;br /&gt;Our different backgrounds do not matter; instead we should treasure our future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My dear friend,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no matter what happens, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll &lt;s&gt;sit with&lt;/s&gt; accompany you through the storm, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and lets await sunshine at the end of the tunnel together.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My dear friend,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the world is so large.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yet we could still bump into each other.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That, is the best miracle that has ever happened.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for your cleaverness, covering up for my clumsiness;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without you, it's as though I've lost something.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fortunately your interest is mine too!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Therefore, we can be closer to each other. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;my dear friends, we've been through lots, and it has been a tough &lt;s&gt;road&lt;/s&gt; journey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Even though we've quarrelled many times along the way, I believe that we'll still hold hands, and complete the rest of the journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Because of you, I 've persisted for such a long time :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When we're all old, and knees all knobbly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We'll sit together, and remember these beautiful memories together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Thank you, my dear friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it so nice :D&lt;br /&gt;yeah okay some meanings were lost through translation. but i hope you guys still get the point yes? (: i have no idea why im so sedimental &lt;s&gt;or whatever you call it&lt;/s&gt; today. :/ but if you want to hear the song, email me/leave a comment/open a convo with me when my stupid msn is working again. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13628604-113206646537916449?l=dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/feeds/113206646537916449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13628604&amp;postID=113206646537916449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/113206646537916449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/113206646537916449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-msn-is-still-locked-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Jermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712773269804133734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13628604.post-113196456954928728</id><published>2005-11-14T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T18:36:09.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh geez. i've been locked out by msn. they wont let me log in! and pfft i had to change the stupid password so many times? so i dont know what password it is. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i went to orchard with elaine today. (: we took a loooooong time eating lunch! but it was good and we went dutch. (: haha dont we always?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hottie is so tall. and skinny. YOU DONT HAVE FATS ELAINE. &lt;b&gt;I DO.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch &lt;s&gt;i&lt;/s&gt; &lt;b&gt;we&lt;/b&gt; tried looking for my vcds but alas &lt;s&gt;i&lt;/s&gt; &lt;b&gt;we&lt;/b&gt; couldnt (still cant, really) find them. im going to ask joanne/yiling when my msn works again. hopefully tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways elaine and i walked around far east for awhile. the clothes there have either bad designs, or are made of poor quality. -.- after that we went to catch a movie! &lt;u&gt;Just Like Heaven&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; YAY IM NO LONGER MOVIE DEPRIVED! :D&lt;/span&gt; was quite cheesy? but it wasnt that bad, really. it was like a chic flick. if that's how you spell it.. haha. but it was good! we even bought the newpaper to check what movies were on. -.- and we found &lt;u&gt;Just Like Heaven&lt;/u&gt; at &lt;b&gt;3.14&lt;/b&gt; when the movie started at &lt;b&gt;3.15&lt;/b&gt;. it was so amusing watching elaine persuading her mum, her mum was asking all sorts of questions :D we went in about 7minutes late i think? but the commercials &lt;u&gt;just&lt;/u&gt; ended so we didnt miss anything. haha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we walked all the way back to wisma then to taka and then elaine went home. i went to kino but didnt buy anything. -.-  then i walked back. i met auntie lee meng on the way! She couldnt recognise me because she wasnt wearing her specs. yeah so when i waved she thought i was a freak. haha. but she still recognised me in the end. then when i was about to enter the lobby i saw ms lim! i saw her reflection on the lobby door. haha. so amusing. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that concludes my day. quite unlike my couch potato-ing days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13628604-113196456954928728?l=dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/feeds/113196456954928728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13628604&amp;postID=113196456954928728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/113196456954928728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/113196456954928728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/2005/11/oh-geez.html' title=''/><author><name>Jermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712773269804133734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13628604.post-113186789180673856</id><published>2005-11-13T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T15:44:51.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EEEWWW. there's a pimple popping out of my face. ITCHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i watched the first two episodes of zjzd yesterday and today i watched tianguo. how ridiculous, the shows only come to singapore 1 year after it's been released. ah wells. so anyway these are the sweet guys (currently):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;zjzd&lt;/b&gt; : JR (his name is qingtian in the show, apparently). When qiaoqiao (her name is.. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;cant remember. wait.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; xiao ying.) they all live together. qingtian was abandoned at the temple so umm xiaoying's dad decided to keep him or something? so yeah whenever xiaoying's dad beats her up, he will immediately hug her and so the dad hits him instead. wow. (: also when she wanted to go somewhere (she's not allowed) he will help her along and everything. when she was tired he piggy-backed her. (: isnt he just so nice. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;tianguo&lt;/b&gt; : Mingdao (&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;short-term memory. hang on.. his name is&lt;/span&gt; chen hai nuo in the show) was nice to wangxinling (tao ai qing). he crashed into tao ai qing's house but anyway. he saved her when her bike crashed into some electric pole thingy and let her sleep in his room when she was drunk. and apparently no one is allowed to enter his room, touch his hair and all that. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i think im going to buy the dvd/vcd for zjzd and tianguo. (: yay my hottie rocks. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13628604-113186789180673856?l=dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/feeds/113186789180673856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13628604&amp;postID=113186789180673856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/113186789180673856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/113186789180673856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/2005/11/eeewww.html' title=''/><author><name>Jermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712773269804133734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13628604.post-113180066223698899</id><published>2005-11-12T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T21:04:22.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay so i think i'll never pack up my table, or do my school homework by the end of today, because knowing myself, i wont. i'll &lt;s&gt;probably&lt;/s&gt; will have to do it tomorrow. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i re-did my lay. (: cant be bothered to change the scrollbar though. haha. give your comments about it! (: thanks guys! oh yes and i redid &lt;a href=""&gt;Bryan Tang's&lt;/a&gt; blog. it looks NICER now, thank me you silly babyface (: oh wait. he did. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay im so bored, im going to read the &lt;a href=""&gt;Class list&lt;/a&gt; ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13628604-113180066223698899?l=dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/feeds/113180066223698899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13628604&amp;postID=113180066223698899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/113180066223698899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/113180066223698899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/2005/11/okay-so-i-think-ill-never-pack-up-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Jermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712773269804133734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13628604.post-113171877588773172</id><published>2005-11-11T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T22:19:35.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I GUESS IM REALLY BORED.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snuck out of the house&lt;br /&gt;gotten lost in a city&lt;br /&gt;seen a shooting star&lt;br /&gt;had a serious surgery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gone out in public in my pajamas &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;which kid doesnt?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kissed a stranger&lt;br /&gt;hugged a stranger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;been in a fist fight &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;you could say so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been arrested&lt;br /&gt;laughed and had milk/coke come out of your nose &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;eww sick no! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pushed all the buttons on an elevator&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;wasn't it so fun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swore at your parents&lt;br /&gt;been in love&lt;br /&gt;been close to love&lt;br /&gt;been to a casino&lt;br /&gt;been skydiving&lt;br /&gt;broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;been high &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm always high..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skinny-dipped &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no thanks!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;skipped school&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flashed someone&lt;br /&gt;seen a therapist&lt;br /&gt;played spin the bottle &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;eeps no!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotten stitches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;drank a whole gallon of milk/water in one hour&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bitten someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;been to Disneyland&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;something really fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gotten the chicken pox&lt;br /&gt;kissed a member of the same sex&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;on the cheek!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crashed into a friend's car &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;don't have a car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;been to Japan&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;fun-ness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ridden in a taxi &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;apparently, i was mean because i asked the lady to drive faster (wanted to watch wangzibianqingwa :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoplifted&lt;br /&gt;been fired&lt;br /&gt;had a crush on someone of the same sex &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm straight dears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;had feelings for someone who didn't have them back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;stolen something from your school&lt;br /&gt;gone on a blind date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lied to a friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a crush on a teacher &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;who wants to crush on them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;celebrated mardi-gras in new orleans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;been to Europe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept with a co-worker&lt;br /&gt;been married&lt;br /&gt;gotten divorced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;had children&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;are class kids counted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seen someone die&lt;br /&gt;had a close friend die&lt;br /&gt;been to Africa&lt;br /&gt;driven over 400 miles in one day&lt;br /&gt;been to Canada&lt;br /&gt;been to Mexico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;been on a plane&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show&lt;br /&gt;thrown up in a bar&lt;br /&gt;purposely set a part of yourself on fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eaten Sushi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;been &lt;s&gt;snowboarding&lt;/s&gt; and skiing&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met someone in person from the internet&lt;br /&gt;lost a child&lt;br /&gt;gone to college&lt;br /&gt;graduated college&lt;br /&gt;done hard drugs&lt;br /&gt;tried killing yourself&lt;br /&gt;fired a gun&lt;br /&gt;purposely hurt yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;taken painkillers&lt;br /&gt;miss someone right now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried to wash away some feelings by banging myself on the wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM WEIRD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13628604-113171877588773172?l=dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/feeds/113171877588773172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13628604&amp;postID=113171877588773172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/113171877588773172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/113171877588773172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-guess-im-really-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Jermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712773269804133734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13628604.post-113168269089139276</id><published>2005-11-11T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T12:18:10.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think im going to change my lay. and im too lazy to post about my trip to hongkong.  because so many things happened! haha. (: anyway. im going to &lt;s&gt;write&lt;/s&gt; type out a list of things that i have to do by &lt;b&gt;12 Nov, 2005&lt;/b&gt;, which happens to be .. tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Pack up my room - &lt;s&gt;wadrobe&lt;/s&gt; , table , &lt;s&gt;bookshelf&lt;/s&gt; , &lt;s&gt;toilet&lt;/s&gt; , cd shelf&lt;br /&gt;2)complete school assignments - Heymath (&lt;s&gt;test 1&lt;/s&gt; , &lt;s&gt;test 2&lt;/s&gt; , reading assignment 1) , Chinese (read the zuowens , zhouji 1 , zhouji 2 , &lt;s&gt;read the 7-11 book&lt;/s&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darn. that's alot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13628604-113168269089139276?l=dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/feeds/113168269089139276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13628604&amp;postID=113168269089139276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/113168269089139276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/113168269089139276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-think-im-going-to-change-my-lay.html' title=''/><author><name>Jermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712773269804133734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13628604.post-113146970489050047</id><published>2005-11-09T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T01:08:24.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;okay &lt;s&gt;so many&lt;/s&gt; 2 people have asked me to do this thingy so uhh here it is! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Rules of the game: Post 5 Weird and Random facts about yourself, then at the end list the names of 5 people who are next in line to do this. Don't forget to leave a comment that says "You are tagged" and tell them to read yours."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I enjoy listening to emo songs &lt;s&gt;and get really sad&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I'm  a &lt;s&gt;&lt;b&gt;cheena-geek&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/s&gt;chinese music freak. haha. i like almost every chinese song available on the radio. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) People don't really send me sms-es, which is &lt;s&gt;bad&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;GOOD&lt;/b&gt; because i hate receiving messages for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I still play with electronics. Meaning, I still like my Nintendo DS (I recently bought a new game, and my sister and I are &lt;b&gt;engrossed&lt;/b&gt; with it). (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Every time after i come back from a holiday, (whether its a long one or short) i type &lt;u&gt;super&lt;/u&gt; slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay im supposed to tag people along? haha. okay. Here they are (in alpha order!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; Bat&lt;s&gt;rishiya&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Daphne&lt;/span&gt; Priscilla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Su-Lyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13628604-113146970489050047?l=dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/feeds/113146970489050047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13628604&amp;postID=113146970489050047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/113146970489050047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/113146970489050047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/2005/11/okay-so-many-2-people-have-asked-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712773269804133734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13628604.post-113138453748570176</id><published>2005-11-08T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T01:28:57.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay this is a list of things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;TO DO&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;pack up my room&lt;br /&gt;do holiday assignments (heymath, zhouji)&lt;br /&gt;upload songs into my mp3&lt;br /&gt;re-format my wadrobe&lt;br /&gt;find somewhere to slot in the stuff i bought&lt;br /&gt;do the thingy which auntie mingying tagged on to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;cry because char is migrating away to australia. even though i wasnt veryveryveryvery close to her, i'll still miss her. sob.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13628604-113138453748570176?l=dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/feeds/113138453748570176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13628604&amp;postID=113138453748570176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/113138453748570176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/113138453748570176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/2005/11/okay-this-is-list-of-things-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Jermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712773269804133734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13628604.post-113074646205420790</id><published>2005-10-31T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T16:14:22.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello there! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note : my blog will be &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;on hiatus&lt;/span&gt; for one week! when i go to hongkong! (: (: yay. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pfft i'll borrow my dad's camera and i'll keep snapping! yay then i'll have something to write for zhou ji. -.- ah wells i guess that's that. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;LIST OF THINGS TO DO&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do my math holiday assignments on HEYMATH;&lt;br /&gt;do my chinese holiday assignments;&lt;br /&gt;clean up my room;&lt;br /&gt;update my blog about my trip to hongkong;&lt;br /&gt;buy christmas cards/presents for everyone;&lt;br /&gt;not be a couch potato&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13628604-113074646205420790?l=dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/feeds/113074646205420790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13628604&amp;postID=113074646205420790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/113074646205420790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/113074646205420790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/2005/10/hello-there-note-my-blog-will-be-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Jermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712773269804133734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13628604.post-113051110819425935</id><published>2005-10-28T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T22:51:58.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>darn, i just had to fall ill on the last day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. im chionging for my theory exam now. so people tell me the difference between &lt;i&gt;piu&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;peu&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;meno&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;messo&lt;/i&gt;. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table style="BACKGROUND: #eeeeee; COLOR: black" cellspacing="2" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#eeeeee" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Advanced Global Personality Test Results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="4" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#eeeeee" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table style="BACKGROUND: #dddddd; COLOR: black" cellspacing="2" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#eeeeee" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/extraversion.html" target="_blank"&gt;Extraversion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/stability.html" target="_blank"&gt;Stability&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/orderliness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Orderliness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/accommodation.html" target="_blank"&gt;Accommodation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/interdependence.html" target="_blank"&gt;Interdependence&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/intellectual.html" target="_blank"&gt;Intellectual&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/mystical.html" target="_blank"&gt;Mystical&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/artistic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Artistic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/religious.html" target="_blank"&gt;Religious&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/hedonism.html" target="_blank"&gt;Hedonism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/materialism.html" target="_blank"&gt;Materialism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/narcissism.html" target="_blank"&gt;Narcissism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;16%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/adventurousness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Adventurousness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/workethic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Work ethic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;23%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/selfabsorbed.html" target="_blank"&gt;Self absorbed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/conflictseeking.html" target="_blank"&gt;Conflict seeking&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/needtodominate.html" target="_blank"&gt;Need to dominate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;76%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table style="BACKGROUND: #dddddd; COLOR: black" cellspacing="2" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/romantic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Romantic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;76%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/avoidant.html" target="_blank"&gt;Avoidant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/antiauthority.html" target="_blank"&gt;Anti-authority&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/wealth.html" target="_blank"&gt;Wealth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/dependency.html" target="_blank"&gt;Dependency&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/changeaverse.html" target="_blank"&gt;Change averse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;76%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/cautiousness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Cautiousness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/individuality.html" target="_blank"&gt;Individuality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/sexuality.html" target="_blank"&gt;Sexuality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;23%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/peterpancomplex.html" target="_blank"&gt;Peter pan complex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/physicalsecurity.html" target="_blank"&gt;Physical security&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;83%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/physicalfitness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Physical Fitness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;17%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/histrionic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Histrionic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/paranoia.html" target="_blank"&gt;Paranoia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/vanity.html" target="_blank"&gt;Vanity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/hypersensitivity.html" target="_blank"&gt;Hypersensitivity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;83%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/femalecliche.html" target="_blank"&gt;Female cliche&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;76%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Take&lt;/a&gt; Free Advanced Global Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;personality&lt;/a&gt; tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13628604-113051110819425935?l=dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/feeds/113051110819425935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13628604&amp;postID=113051110819425935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/113051110819425935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/113051110819425935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/2005/10/darn-i-just-had-to-fall-ill-on-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Jermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712773269804133734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13628604.post-113043436952894928</id><published>2005-10-28T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T01:32:49.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the one dee class blog is going to move so slowly, ive just posted an ultra long post. ah wells. you guys can visit it &lt;a title="one dee class blog '05" href="http://one-dynamite.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically i was &lt;u&gt;on the verge of tears&lt;/u&gt; when writing that, so i hope that you guys (from 1D or not) will just take a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 01 30. its the last day of school. im going to cry. im going to cry. but i should not. i dont want to freak everyone out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not going to post now. im too tired. im just going to copy this bit off &lt;a title="GAS!" href="http://niceshorts.blogspot.com"&gt;Serena's blog&lt;/a&gt;, a fellow veggie lover. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;"jokes are exaggerated truths"&lt;br /&gt;Most people who would have read today's Life! quote sections would know that this quote was said by none other than Rowen Atkinson. It hit me deeply at how very true this statement is. People will often find things funny only if there is an element of truth in it. Be it a habit, an idiosyncrasy or even just a physical attribute. See how many jokes have been bantered by the English of the French, or by Malaysians of Singaporeans (this is just an observation, no assertion intended; sorry ah, must protect myself just in case). It is always an exaggeration of the truth, usually by a public demonstration, that gives it the tickling effect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;As a rule of thumb, I never make jokes about anybody of a characteristic which I know to be even remotely true. One, it is against my principles to make fun of somebody if his/her peculiarity cannot be helped. Two, if the person is around, imagine how he/she will feel. It takes a lot to refrain, especially if brilliant lines are already churning in my head. The only exceptions I abide by is 1) if it is a group of persons with the same characteristic and 2) if I know the person(s) is/are comfortable with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Then there are some jokes which are just plain bad, designed not even to make fun of you, but to simply demean you. Those seriously suck and people who make them ought to just kick themselves in the ass until they cannot go to toilet for a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, here's Jermaine's blessings for the debators. im so sorry that i cant go to support you! that's the regret of my life. good luck, all the best, remember that Jermaine prayed. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13628604-113043436952894928?l=dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/feeds/113043436952894928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13628604&amp;postID=113043436952894928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/113043436952894928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/113043436952894928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/2005/10/one-dee-class-blog-is-going-to-move-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Jermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712773269804133734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13628604.post-113031667820640733</id><published>2005-10-26T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T16:57:18.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh man my piano exams is coming. that seriously sucks, seeing that my melody writing sucks and i keep making stupid mistakes. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we watched &lt;b&gt;Remember the titans&lt;/b&gt; on monday in school. i remember watching it in church last year i think? hahah. now the silly song is stuck in my head. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ain't no mountain high enough; ain't no valley low enough; ain't no river wide enough..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;oh Jermaine is going mad. -.- but im so angry at the stupid teacher! scolded me because i didnt know that there was a spare seat somewhere in the middle of nowhere so i sat on this silly stool next to ivfen (on the steps). please! doesnt mean that you can see everything from your view means i can okay! she said this to me :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;YOU! GIRL! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? THERE'S A SEAT THERE AND ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE THINGS DIFFICULT FOR US?"&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;no mdm, i have a life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and then later because everyone was trying to find nice seats so it became quite &lt;b&gt;noisy&lt;/b&gt;. thus this statement..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"anyone who doesnt get seated/keep quiet, i'll send you out! and i dont issue bounce cheques, you can ask my girls!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, we know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday. they were humilliating the sec ones with by playing our gym videos to the sec twos, who were just &lt;s&gt;&lt;b&gt;damn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/s&gt; biased! if they like you/the song, they will ask you to give high marks. if they dont know you, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;"Just give them one for everything! one! one! one!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i dont want to sound rude&lt;/span&gt;, but that's how things were. and at night we had this mass convo. sarah and i went mad and started typing html. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;then nicole felt so bored and lost that she left. haha. but there was more than that inbetween, i just typed the nicer sounding ones. (:&lt;br /&gt;wednesday. eeps. there was this silly math thingy which you use a pack of cards, which i accidentally left in school. =/ and of course there was a debate meeting which ate up our recess. it was just some announcements of debate competitions during the holidays, and they want everyone to go. like thank goodness they never notice me, i dont want to go and malu-ate myself. but before the meeting started beulah noticed that i cut my hair and she said that i looked like jialin. my first reaction was "eww no!" haha.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;no offence jialin,if you ever see this! heehee. x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i really dont think they will ever send me to join any competition because i seriously suck. and i mean suck. as in lousy! so rivali and i were joking about having lepresy (dunno how to spell) and later the sec twos were presenting that for PW. &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13628604-113031667820640733?l=dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/feeds/113031667820640733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13628604&amp;postID=113031667820640733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/113031667820640733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/113031667820640733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/2005/10/oh-man-my-piano-exams-is-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>Jermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712773269804133734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13628604.post-113007147078917458</id><published>2005-10-23T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T20:58:45.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pfft. there are so many things annoying me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;1)my sister's hogging the full house dvd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;2)her music is so loud because she took my speakers. and i cant watch the show/listen to my music properly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;3)my other sister's music is loud too, but not as loud as the full house music. (&lt;b&gt;PLEASE STOP PLAYING! ARHGARGHARGH&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;4)PEW was playing the "Jewel in the Palace" (aka Da Chang Jin) music (the &lt;i&gt;ootah la ootala blahblahblahblah&lt;/i&gt; one) and now &lt;b&gt;its stuck in my head&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5)i still have 3 theory papers to complete before my exam this saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;6)the main computer isnt working, so the lyrics i composed &lt;u&gt;cannot&lt;/u&gt; be printed. i have to &lt;b&gt;copy it out my hand, and that &lt;u&gt;truly&lt;/u&gt; sucks&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrgrrgrr. im so mad.mad.mad.mad.and &lt;b&gt;mad&lt;/b&gt;. im going to turn on my air-con to &lt;i&gt;hopefully&lt;/i&gt; block out the noise. its killing me. &gt;&lt; (&lt;i&gt;5 min later&lt;/i&gt;) ARGHHH NOOO I CAN STILL HEAR THE FULL HOUSE MUSIC! that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh. i missed my hairy crab today because we had to interview &lt;a href="http://pewgrimsprogress.blogspot.com/"&gt;PEW&lt;/a&gt; today for One Voice (i was being extra but i still copied down his answers okay. &gt;&lt;) but the yummy chicken feet and the trip to taka was lovely. (: at taka i bought 2 nice books : &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Sabriel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Pellinor 01:The Gift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. and i owe my mum about $50 for those books, darn. anyways, on the way back i was walking behind this malay girl. because i was walking &lt;u&gt;behind&lt;/u&gt; her and taking the same route (please, that's the only way you can go along that stretch of road), she thought that i was &lt;b&gt;stalking&lt;/b&gt; her or something. so she kept turning her head to look at me. please. im not so free okay. anyway the books look like this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brloh.sk/images/obalky/knihy/k3259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.brloh.sk/images/obalky/knihy/k3259.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.learning-north-ayrshire.com/gift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px" height="228" alt="" src="http://www.learning-north-ayrshire.com/gift.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway. when i finally reached home i packed my luggage (we're going to hong kong! yayyay. (: ). thankfully my luggage wasnt really affected by the silly &lt;a href="http://www.oxy.co.kr/product/img/sub03_pic06.gif"&gt;Thirsty Hippo&lt;/a&gt; thing which burst and all the sticky-icky water flowed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ALL ABOUT GIRLS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- gossip isnt a sin. it is an art.&lt;br /&gt;- we aren't ashamed to cry.&lt;br /&gt;- we must go to the bathroom in groups. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Too bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- we have this thing called feelings. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dont Hurt Us&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- we dont wake up looking pretty. it takes &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;effort&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- sometimes is just never quite enough.&lt;br /&gt;- we need girls' bonding sessions &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;OFTEN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- we hold grudges and we &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; forget the things you say to us that hurt.&lt;br /&gt;- it doesnt matter who dumped who or why. whenever we see an ex with another girl, it always bothers us. not because were not over you, but because we know &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;we used to be that girl&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- makeup can hide so many things, like puffy eyes from crying to huge scars from a broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;- never ever ask a girl what she weighs; or imply anything about her weight being too much or too little. just don`t do it.&lt;br /&gt;- never ask a girl if shes being so bitchy cause of PMS...cause other things annoy us as well. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;in case you didn't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- as much as we say we didn't like you that much...we&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- girls notice every little thing so be careful what you say and do&lt;br /&gt;- our eyes are located in our heads. not our boobs or butt. when you're not looking in our eyes, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;WE KNOW&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- we get a feeling in our gut when things are wrong.&lt;br /&gt;- when we say "nothing's wrong." it usually means we don't want to let you see that we're hurt.&lt;br /&gt;- it means the same thing when we say "it's okay."&lt;br /&gt;- we &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;don't need&lt;/span&gt; material things to make us happy. we just need to know that you'll be there.&lt;br /&gt;- sometimes we trust you because we want to, even when we know you are lying, and it hurts in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13628604-113007147078917458?l=dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/feeds/113007147078917458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13628604&amp;postID=113007147078917458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/113007147078917458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/113007147078917458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/2005/10/pfft.html' title=''/><author><name>Jermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712773269804133734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13628604.post-112995810707417926</id><published>2005-10-22T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T13:53:50.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday we had the Touch of Jazz concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhlala~ it wasnt really fun but still okay (&lt;i&gt;i guess&lt;/i&gt;) su-lyn and i took the MRT and ended up in the wrong place. so malu! anyway. i reached the esplanade like 45 min late! i was supposed to be there at 6 for dinner okay. but nevermind. i wasnt that hungry anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met my class outside. Quoted from &lt;a href="http://chantchan.blogspot.com/"&gt;prisci's blog&lt;/a&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;hm...i'm so proud of my class cos everyone was so pretty and PROPERLY dressed unlike some classes whose girls dressed until so wannabe and hello?! it's a JAZZ-INFLUENCED CLASSICAL CONCERT, NOT A ROCK CONCERT! aiyoh. those girls ah. WHATEVER MAN! i loved jer's skirt, char's top, nic's outfit, daffie's whole outfit, and amy's BOOTS! wahahha! so nice la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes prisci! i &lt;b&gt;agree!&lt;/b&gt; its so true. some of them wore such poser clothes. thank goodness my mum told me to wear that skirt to go with my earrings. (: yayyay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the concert was fine. before the intermission there was a long, slow and slightly mournful song. so i nodded off to sleep every 5 seconds. :P haha. i woke up when cheryl poked me slightly (apparently, she also fell alseep, but woke up because she dreamt that mrs thomsett was &lt;u&gt;scolding&lt;/u&gt; her. -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the intermission was so fun! haha. 20min! pinched april's chocolate-coated marshmellow from her [the &lt;b&gt;fats&lt;/b&gt;! the &lt;b&gt;fats&lt;/b&gt;! =X] and wanted to make the cute teddy bear. but it costs like $30? eeps. no thanks then, since my mum isnt willing to pay. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for cheryl to come online so that she can send me the pictures. oh yeah.. talking about that. after the concert vera, cheryl, april, ivfen and i were taking photos with a pair of &lt;b&gt;HUGE&lt;/b&gt; slippers. mymy. (: anyway, when we were smiling and posing for the picture, they said this, "&lt;b&gt;uhh, lets not disturb them, they are taking pictures.&lt;/b&gt;" and "&lt;b&gt;lets not go near lesbians.&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MADMADMAD. i am MAD. grr. so yeah. if they were right (duh not), then.. &lt;s&gt;this&lt;/s&gt; &lt;b&gt;these&lt;/b&gt; equations will be correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:pink;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;us grinning for the camera = lesbians&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;prisci kissing me (on the cheek) + hugging me = partners&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. how amusing. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13628604-112995810707417926?l=dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/feeds/112995810707417926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13628604&amp;postID=112995810707417926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112995810707417926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112995810707417926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/2005/10/yesterday-we-had-touch-of-jazz-concert.html' title=''/><author><name>Jermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712773269804133734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13628604.post-112973471524880034</id><published>2005-10-19T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T23:14:40.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay im so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im going to wait until 12mn so that i can pass my sister her birthday gift. what a &lt;i&gt;nice&lt;/i&gt; person i am.. &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalalala. &lt;u&gt;1 hour and 34 minutes&lt;/u&gt; more. hope she's still awake (i highly doubt that she'll be asleep).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today was uhh &lt;b&gt;boring&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;07 35&lt;/b&gt; : laoshi was nice and let us go to the com lab/library/classroom during her 1hour because we were done with our paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;07 37&lt;/b&gt; : grouped together and created a few lines of the song for the &lt;a href="http://bestsongwriter.org"&gt;competition&lt;/a&gt;, and edited the tune. we are starting on a new song. hahaha. i've been so lazy okay! feel so bad because vera started the ball rolling (i didnt even help)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;08 35&lt;/b&gt; : Mrs T. came in on time and we got our english paper 2 back. seriously, i did so badly. only a B4 here. hope i wouldnt drop to a C5, a B4's &lt;i&gt;bad enough&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;09 35&lt;/b&gt; : Mrs T. left and Mrs P. came in for history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;09 39&lt;/b&gt; : everyone freaked when Mrs P. announced that 5 people failed. everyone started hyper ventilating. cheryl was so nervous that i allowed her to rub the bruise on my forearm (it's much better now, &lt;i&gt;thanks cherry!&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;09 40&lt;/b&gt; : almost cried when i realised that i didnt fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10 35&lt;/b&gt; : went for recess and overate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11 06&lt;/b&gt; : ran back to class with cheryl (who kindly came with me to the toilet. &lt;i&gt;thanks again dearie!&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11 35&lt;/b&gt; : some guy from the MOE came in and while the rest were goofing around, 1g,t,e,d had to do that stupid thing. its like the primary school paper 2. 35 sums in 2hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;13 01&lt;/b&gt; : handed up my paper with cheryl and we started composing our own tunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;13 26&lt;/b&gt; : cheryl accompanied me to the toilet again.. (once again, im indebted to her.. haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;13 27&lt;/b&gt; : saw Mrs P. on the way. she said that my hair looked nice. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;13 40&lt;/b&gt; : school ends, found vera. she promptly drops the class photos on the steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;13 41&lt;/b&gt; : helped to pick up the photos and arrange them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;13 45&lt;/b&gt; : vera drops the photos again. this time, lala helps her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14 03&lt;/b&gt; : reach the SA Village. pick my sister and her friends up as they all take a lift to some bowling alley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14 04&lt;/b&gt; : sister makes comments on mum's clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14 09&lt;/b&gt; : find out that one of my sister's friend's cousin is esabelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14 10&lt;/b&gt; : almost died thinking about the coincidences in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14 19&lt;/b&gt; : they get off the car. next stop : &lt;u&gt;taka&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14 30&lt;/b&gt; : went to taka. got those stupid passport photos taken. i look &lt;b&gt;spastic&lt;/b&gt; because i had no idea where the camera was (its an electronic thingy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14 32&lt;/b&gt; : mum sticks in her head and i look at her instead of the camera. &lt;i&gt;shot 1 gone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14 33&lt;/b&gt; : look spastic. chose the last shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14 40&lt;/b&gt; : got bored waiting for my mum to take her shots, so i went to the &lt;b&gt;sports area&lt;/b&gt; of taka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14 41&lt;/b&gt; : caught sight of a nice billabong bag. going to look for that in hongkong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14 50&lt;/b&gt; : take the lift down to giodano, got my jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;15 15&lt;/b&gt; : wait for alteration begins. walk around taka with mum to waste time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;15 40&lt;/b&gt; : caught sight of shuen, charlotte and steph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;15 43&lt;/b&gt; : mum and i start buying &lt;i&gt;food, food, and &lt;b&gt;more&lt;/b&gt; food&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;16 10&lt;/b&gt; : JEANS ARE FINALLY READY. hiphip hooray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;16 18&lt;/b&gt; : reach home. bathe and eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;17 40&lt;/b&gt; : message cherry because i couldnt find my orange notebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;18 00&lt;/b&gt; : finally found the book in my sister's room (&lt;i&gt;ahem&lt;/i&gt;, what is it doing there?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;19 00&lt;/b&gt; : start dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;19 32&lt;/b&gt; : dinner ends, my froggie show begins. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;20 31&lt;/b&gt; : my froggie show ends. sad ending. cant wait for tomorrow's episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;20 35&lt;/b&gt; : go online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;21 00&lt;/b&gt; : watch &lt;i&gt;twins of brothers&lt;/i&gt; and chatted with estelle + su-lyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;21 47&lt;/b&gt; : show ends. im still online though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;22 00&lt;/b&gt; : complain about my theory homework to estelle. and we gossip about people too.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;22 30&lt;/b&gt; : started typing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay that was so boring! haha. that took 1/2 hour okay! im blog hopping. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. since im so bored i shall type this bit out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;emma, i do not care if you read this or not, but i still want to say this. you are not wrong to be angry at us for sending that message to you. however, please understand that all this trouble started basically because you called april a "dogger", a word that never existed, but fine we know that you meant &lt;b&gt;bitch&lt;/b&gt;. so, i wish to tell you this : you are very sensitive of your own feelings, but do not care about the feelings of others. i hope you will reflect on this, okay? we've been hoping to bury the hatchet among us, clear the bad air and whatever. we even &lt;u&gt;apologized to you&lt;/u&gt; first when by right it should be the other way around. i do not care what grudge you have against us, but honestly, by quitting the convo everytime we add you in to say sorry sincerely, you quit the convo. when i apologized to you personally (something i'll rarely do), you said this: &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;yeah.thanks for at elast having the guts...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you get my point and reflect upon it, even though i know that you will hate me even more if you read it. &lt;b&gt;PS:i really cant say anything, seeing that i dont know you personally.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phew. got &lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt; off my chest. and another thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;the wonderful teacher called mrs something told us the wrong thing. she told us something like this : &lt;b&gt;a strike back is dangerous because of &lt;u&gt;unburnt gas&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. most of us wrote something like that for our EOY. and when we told her that that was the answer she gave, she said this : &lt;b&gt;no lah! i never said that! did you all think that a strike back occurs (okay, im changing her words a little) because &lt;u&gt;you cant light the flame&lt;/u&gt;?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhh no; we are not that stupid. well she kept insisting, and since she's the teacher, we cant stand up and swear right?&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant even complain properly. i dont want to be banned, even though i seriously doubt that the teachers even know that my blog exists. sheesh. hmm.. this post took 40 min. wow. and i think its the longest post i have ever posted? haha. (:  and nicole! hello! yay i still like calling you nicole. (: and by the way.. i took away the tagboard because it annoyed me somehow. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13628604-112973471524880034?l=dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/feeds/112973471524880034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13628604&amp;postID=112973471524880034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112973471524880034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112973471524880034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/2005/10/okay-im-so-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Jermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712773269804133734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13628604.post-112961997478354913</id><published>2005-10-18T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T15:19:34.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello people! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to great world city to buy a &lt;u&gt;nice&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;usable&lt;/u&gt; present for my sister, so picked up lipbalm for shakti and batsy-doodles on the way. (: [oh yeah. su-lyn requested for her christmas presents]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never did find my earrings (sad), so i had to get a replacement - earsticks! heehee. and since i didnt have transparent ones i bought some there too. (: okay my main purpose of going to great world city was to buy... &lt;b&gt;games&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont get me wrong, they are &lt;u&gt;nintendo ds&lt;/u&gt; games [its really nice, but i still owe my mum money for buying them.] mine looks like this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com.sg/images?q=tbn:FgWdLITjUgsJ:www.popgadget.net/images/NINTENDO%2520DS%"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.google.com.sg/images?q=tbn:FgWdLITjUgsJ:www.popgadget.net/images/NINTENDO%2520DS%" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nice. (: its nice and pink. (the colour is much nicer, btw)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so yeah. i love playing games, so i bought two :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dsmedia.ign.com/ds/image/object/695/695633/LostInBlue_NDS_frontboxart_160w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://dsmedia.ign.com/ds/image/object/695/695633/LostInBlue_NDS_frontboxart_160w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cubemedia.ign.com/cube/image/object/707/707312/tracememory_dsusboxboxart_160w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://cubemedia.ign.com/cube/image/object/707/707312/tracememory_dsusboxboxart_160w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive completed trace. let me tell you : this game is seriously &lt;b&gt;fun&lt;/b&gt;. just a little creepy sometimes. it doesnt appeal to everyone, only to a minority. im &lt;i&gt;may&lt;/i&gt; consider reviewing my game here, but. maybe &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt;. hahha. i guess not. this game is cool, there's sarcasm, but its too short. conclusion : &lt;u&gt;&lt;a class="rrTitleLink" href="http://rr.ds.ign.com/rr/707312/031/031872.html"&gt;It's a masterpiece. Sadly, a short one.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt; its also called another code, or two memories. you can read about the story &lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent started on lost in blue, but it didnt get high ratings. but i think its super tough, trying to work and dadadada as if you were shipwrecked. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently in school things really suck. we have a really weird post-exam timetable, we have to go for a jazz concert on friday (i appreciate good music, just not jazz). we had to pay for it, so &lt;i&gt;geesh&lt;/i&gt;, we really have to go. some art thingy this thursday, and we have to pay &lt;b&gt;$6&lt;/b&gt; to vera for that. the worst thing is this : &lt;u&gt;we are getting back our exam papers&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NONONONO. i did so badly okay! i only have 3 A1s and (argh, cant believe this) &lt;b&gt;2 B3s&lt;/b&gt;! so many! im so dead! and i have two more papers okay~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13628604-112961997478354913?l=dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/feeds/112961997478354913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13628604&amp;postID=112961997478354913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112961997478354913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112961997478354913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/2005/10/hello-people-went-to-great-world-city.html' title=''/><author><name>Jermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712773269804133734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13628604.post-112935179524049522</id><published>2005-10-15T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T12:49:55.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello! I changed the lay! yay! and ive given up on a tagboard - use the haloscan comments button instead! haha. yay! (thanks lainney for the idea of using haloscan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so basically this lay is unlike my others - no clicking codes! its a plain one, and i spent only 3 hours on it. hahhaha. (: it's my first time using a black background, so yeah. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comments dearies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13628604-112935179524049522?l=dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/feeds/112935179524049522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13628604&amp;postID=112935179524049522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112935179524049522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112935179524049522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/2005/10/hello-i-changed-lay-yay-and-ive-given.html' title=''/><author><name>Jermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712773269804133734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13628604.post-112919763704145933</id><published>2005-10-13T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T18:00:37.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;hellohello! (: YAY. &lt;b&gt;exams are over&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah wells. ZI guess everyone would type the above sentence, that's why its cancelled out. (dont want to be &lt;u&gt;cliche&lt;/u&gt;, you know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm so about yesterday. april vera cheryl and I (poor ivfen had to clean up her room) went shopping! (: yay. so basically I was counting down to the seconds until we were officially &lt;b&gt;free&lt;/b&gt;. when my mum &lt;u&gt;finally&lt;/u&gt; came, all of us took the ride home and changed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vera became .. erm. I think she became vera-like&lt;u&gt;d&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;cheryl became &lt;b&gt;Miss Sporty&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;april became &lt;b&gt;Miss Sophisticated&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;I became.. Ms natural (i think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got my hair cut at taka [and now its &lt;u&gt;super&lt;/u&gt; short!] and bought a pair of new earrings, promptly losing my original plain studs (darn, i need that for school). guess i'll have to buy a new pair. sighsigh. hm anyway cheryl and i went to collect her brother's pants while the other two went off to pacific plaza. after that, we [cheryl and i] walked from taka to wisma atria (found a nice belt there and bought it. sadly, it cost.. $15. sighsigh), walking into shops with nice stuff. then we asked our way around and went to far east plaza. on the way, we were scouted by someone who was looking for &lt;i&gt;"fresh faces for advertisements"&lt;/i&gt; . we declined at first, but as we were shopping around far east for clothes and a bag (found one for $9.90), we started debating - &lt;b&gt;was it a scam or not?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we went to meet the other two at &lt;u&gt;cant-remember-where&lt;/u&gt;, and we decided to just leave our numbers. we called up the agency (got the name card) and yeah i guess that was real. (my mum &lt;b&gt;didnt&lt;/b&gt; yell at me for leaving my name when i told her after that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of us went shopping together and i think we went to take neoprints at orchard cine? then april had to go and the remaining three of us had dinner before walking back to my house to get our bags. &lt;b&gt;then&lt;/b&gt; we took a cab to cheryl's house, where we watched the nice &lt;u&gt;froggie&lt;/u&gt; show. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we stayed up playing, using the computer, watching tv and dadada, and only wrote &lt;u&gt;1&lt;/u&gt; paragraph of the song. uhh like how sad is that. i lost the games and had to have this facial mask thing on my face (everyone had it, so yeah~) and cheryl's going to post it on the blog! die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 2: we went to ice skate, and the end. ): i fell twice and took 1 hour to get back my skating skills (which still sucks)! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to create a new lay now. (: oh yeah.. i won some disney kim possible thing from some online competition which i joined for fun. haha. its a consolation prize, nothing big. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13628604-112919763704145933?l=dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/feeds/112919763704145933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13628604&amp;postID=112919763704145933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112919763704145933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112919763704145933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/2005/10/hellohello-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>Jermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712773269804133734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13628604.post-112900250868139992</id><published>2005-10-11T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T11:48:28.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello dearies. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im posting before chinese starts. meaning.. 1 more day! tomorrow is SHOPPING DAY and CUTTING HAIR day. oh yay and there's a sleepover at cheryl's house tomorrrow! sigh.. but only piggaye (vera), monkey (cheryl) and lion -y (me) going because doggie (ivfen) cant make it and ass-y (april) wants to stay home to watch one tree hill. -_- but im still looking forward to it because we're going to complete the song for the "best song writer" competition, which is regional. haha. we're just going to participate for fun, because its &lt;i&gt;fun&lt;/i&gt;! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway guys. if you're wondering why my links are suddenly so long (&lt;i&gt;okay&lt;/i&gt; maybe not), ive just added everyone's links on. as in, from &lt;b&gt;church&lt;/b&gt;. because my link page is too short. haha. and if you see your link here and find an error, tell muah! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: heyhey lainney! AH WE'RE ALL WAITING FOR YOUR EXAMS TO BE OVER! then we shall teach april how to cycle! (: haha thats going to be amusing! im still debating whether you are scandalous or scandaLESS. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13628604-112900250868139992?l=dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/feeds/112900250868139992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13628604&amp;postID=112900250868139992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112900250868139992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112900250868139992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/2005/10/hello-dearies.html' title=''/><author><name>Jermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712773269804133734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13628604.post-112875096976797149</id><published>2005-10-08T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T11:16:09.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in the midst of "&lt;em&gt;studying&lt;/em&gt;" for history, im blogging. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly : geog sucked real bad.&lt;br /&gt;secondly : bio was much worse.&lt;br /&gt;thirdly : chemistry? tell me about it. that was the wors&lt;s&gt;e&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;t&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighsigh. guess why "studying" for history isnt studying? because its called &lt;u&gt;memorising&lt;/u&gt;. hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;due to boredom, my parents are discussing my sister (the rg one)'s future life with her. something about getting married before dunno-when and becoming a doctor. &lt;b&gt;oops&lt;/b&gt;. did i forget to mention that she's going to india to help out with some medical thing? lucky pig. i wouldnt have minded going last time (some 3 years ago), but i have changed my ambition. mrs soo (the chinese teacher whom i never really liked) &lt;u&gt;would&lt;/u&gt; have been proud of me. my deardeardear friends would know. and my dad is &lt;u&gt;wrong&lt;/u&gt;, its &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; a deejay. my dad still amuses me sometimes with his corny jokes about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll type out a post-exam list next time. now its &lt;u&gt;this&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;TO DO NOW&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;*study for history chapter 7 8 9. 1 2 3 from a different book.&lt;br /&gt;*learn the chinese hanzi.&lt;br /&gt;*stop blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll start with the third.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13628604-112875096976797149?l=dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/feeds/112875096976797149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13628604&amp;postID=112875096976797149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112875096976797149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112875096976797149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/2005/10/in-midst-of-studying-for-history-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Jermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712773269804133734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13628604.post-112835128173168194</id><published>2005-10-03T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T22:54:41.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello all. im posting this before my exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will not say that i'm not stressed. yes, i AM stressed. but somehow.. i cant seem to get down to doing real, solid work. like memorising my text. i just cant do it. its tough... &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt;. but still.. im not&lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt; panicking. its scary. i cant memorise. i look at the geography textbook and shut it again almost immediately. this is my last chance to actually study, yet i feel like flinging the book out of the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wont request good luck for my exams. i'll pray that the lord pushes me to really study hard. i may claim that "&lt;b&gt;hey&lt;/b&gt;, ive been studying until 1am! i've covered my science!" yet.. i cant remember facts. i just.. cant. i think im just not putting in enough effort. therefore.. im going to study. as in, really study. all ive done is NOTES. like that helps. sheesh. it does (a little), but i still have to memorise. ive covered only the minor topics. MAJOR GEOGRAPHY TOPICS! IM CONQUERING YOU TONIGHT! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;dear lord, i pray that you will bless everyone who's taking exams. they may be p1, p2, p3, p4, p5, p6, sec1, sec2, sec3, sec4, J1, J2, uni... i pray that you will make sure that they DO study. if they are like me [panicking but still not studying], please push them. In Jesus's name i pray, amen. (:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13628604-112835128173168194?l=dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/feeds/112835128173168194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13628604&amp;postID=112835128173168194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112835128173168194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112835128173168194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/2005/10/hello-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Jermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712773269804133734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13628604.post-112731291254011685</id><published>2005-09-21T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T20:41:17.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;unless you are stupid, you would know that &lt;/s&gt;i didnt type the previous two posts. my sister did. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. the exams are fast approaching! im going to start mugging. &lt;b&gt;yes&lt;/b&gt;, that means that im going to &lt;s&gt;carry mugs around&lt;/s&gt; study really hard. about taxonomy, ageing population, monopoly of trade and all that sum and substance. ciao for the next 3 weeks! ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13628604-112731291254011685?l=dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/feeds/112731291254011685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13628604&amp;postID=112731291254011685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112731291254011685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112731291254011685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/2005/09/unless-you-are-stupid-you-would-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Jermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712773269804133734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13628604.post-112705333046081996</id><published>2005-09-18T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T22:22:10.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HUMPTY DUMPTY SAT ON THE WALL! HUMPTY DUMPTY HAD A GREAT FALL! SOLVE THIS QUESTION! HUMPTY DUMPTY ACCELERATED AT A CONSTANT ACCELERATION AT 9.81MS-2. IF HIS (OR IS IT HER?) WEIGHT IS 2000000N AND THE WALL IS 19999990000000000000000000000000000M TALL. HAVE YOU GONE TO ESCAPE THEME PARK BEFORE? JERMAINE HASN'T! NEH NEH! JERMAINE SAYS SHE IS A CRAP WOMAN. TYU,JM,K SHE'S IN LOVE WITH HERSELF! JERMAINE HATES 5566. JERMAINE IS A NAUGHTY GIRL BECAUSE SHE HAS NOT STUDIED FOR HER BIOLOGY AND CHINESE TEST YET. AND THEY ARE *GASP* TOMORROW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JERMAINE DID NOT STUDY FOR HER HISTORY TEST LAST WEEK!!!!!! JERMAINE IS GOING TO DIE! RAFFLES! :D ANYWAY URE NOT ALLOWED TO EDIT THIS POST HEHHHH! GO AND DO YOUR WORK. BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13628604-112705333046081996?l=dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/feeds/112705333046081996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13628604&amp;postID=112705333046081996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112705333046081996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112705333046081996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/2005/09/humpty-dumpty-sat-on-wall-humpty_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Jermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712773269804133734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13628604.post-112705326295845815</id><published>2005-09-18T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T22:21:02.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HUMPTY DUMPTY SAT ON THE WALL!&lt;br /&gt;HUMPTY DUMPTY HAD A GREAT FALL!&lt;br /&gt;SOLVE THIS QUESTION!&lt;br /&gt;HUMPTY DUMPTY ACCELERATED AT A CONSTANT ACCELERATION AT 9.81MS-2. IF HIS (OR IS IT HER?) WEIGHT IS 2000000N AND THE WALL IS  19999990000000000000000000000000000M TALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU GONE TO ESCAPE THEME PARK BEFORE? JERMAINE HASN'T! NEH NEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JERMAINE SAYS SHE IS A CRAP WOMAN.  TYU,JM,K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE'S IN LOVE WITH HERSELF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JERMAINE HATES 5566.&lt;br /&gt;JERMAINE IS A NAUGHTY GIRL BECAUSE SHE HAS NOT STUDIED FOR HER BIOLOGY AND CHINESE TEST YET. AND THEY ARE *GASP* TOMORROW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;JERMAINE DID NOT STUDY FOR HER HISTORY TEST LAST WEEK!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JERMAINE IS GOING TO DIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAFFLES! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY URE NOT ALLOWED TO EDIT THIS POST HEHHHH! GO AND DO YOUR WORK. BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13628604-112705326295845815?l=dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/feeds/112705326295845815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13628604&amp;postID=112705326295845815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112705326295845815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112705326295845815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/2005/09/humpty-dumpty-sat-on-wall-humpty.html' title=''/><author><name>Jermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712773269804133734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13628604.post-112703762046941787</id><published>2005-09-18T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T18:00:20.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a nice post.. finally. one that's of my life. no more ego quizzes. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friday&lt;/strong&gt;.. ah yes. i had piano lessons. which were rather okay. i mean, the "working" part is really dry and all. but we (my teacher and i) heard the rv people singing "lao shu ai da mi" and started to laugh. &lt;i&gt;i mean&lt;/i&gt;, why would anyone sing lao shu ai da mi when its Mid-Autumn Festival?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah yes. talking about Mid-Autumn Festival. (: we were discussing why singaporeans called it "Mooncake festisval" and "Lantern festival". gee. if that was the case.. people would be calling it "Yue Bing Jie" and "Deng Long Jie". gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saturday&lt;/strong&gt;.. watched tv, and math tuition [she set me 3.5 test papers], celebrated my grandpa's birthday, and.. hmm. watched "FULL HOUSE: episode 2".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday is stupid. i have to study for two tests. but at least church was fun. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13628604-112703762046941787?l=dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/feeds/112703762046941787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13628604&amp;postID=112703762046941787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112703762046941787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112703762046941787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/2005/09/nice-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712773269804133734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13628604.post-112688029468290263</id><published>2005-09-16T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T22:23:27.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mugglenet.com/castpages/other/images/cast-crouch.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mugglenet.com/castpages/other/images/cast-crouch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 105px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" height="82" alt="" src="http://www.mugglenet.com/castpages/other/images/cast-crouch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mugglenet.com/castpages/other/images/cast-davidtennant.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barty crouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mugglenet.com/castpages/other/images/cast-jeffrawle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 95px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px" height="131" alt="" src="http://www.mugglenet.com/castpages/other/images/cast-jeffrawle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amos diggory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mugglenet.com/castpages/other/images/cast-davidtennant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 89px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 87px" height="125" alt="" src="http://www.mugglenet.com/castpages/other/images/cast-davidtennant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mugglenet.com/castpages/other/images/cast-davidtennant.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crouch JR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mugglenet.com/castpages/other/images/francesdelatour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand" height="113" alt="" src="http://www.mugglenet.com/castpages/other/images/francesdelatour.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madam Maxime [eww]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mugglenet.com/castpages/other/images/cast-skeeter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand" height="120" alt="" src="http://www.mugglenet.com/castpages/other/images/cast-skeeter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RITA SKEETER?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mugglenet.com/images/cast-voldemort.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" height="96" alt="" src="http://www.mugglenet.com/images/cast-voldemort.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voldermort...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are the more interesting NON-hogwarts people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mugglenet.com/images/cast-cadogan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand" height="139" alt="" src="http://www.mugglenet.com/images/cast-cadogan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess who? haha its sir cadogen. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the really annoying ghost..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and cho chang doesnt really look that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mugglenet.com/gallery/data/media/43/katie-leung.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" height="163" alt="" src="http://www.mugglenet.com/gallery/data/media/43/katie-leung.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just that i had to make the picture smaller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all pictures are taken from mugglenet! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13628604-112688029468290263?l=dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/feeds/112688029468290263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13628604&amp;postID=112688029468290263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112688029468290263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112688029468290263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/2005/09/barty-crouch.html' title=''/><author><name>Jermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712773269804133734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13628604.post-112685564739732553</id><published>2005-09-16T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T15:27:27.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yes... to add on to yesterday. another quiz i did. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/muffinbrain/1126255892_turesHAPPY.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x8bedcec)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your attractive to guys! As you are being yourself&lt;br&gt;and trying not to hard, guys actually dig you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/muffinbrain/quizzes/Are%20guys%20attracted%20to%20you%3F/"&gt; Are guys attracted to you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEREFORE, ren jean cannot say that i flirt with guys. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/MiasoChan/1126831432_essarahpic.jpg" border="0" alt="sexy man"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your guy is Allen Schezar from EscaFlowne.Your are&lt;br&gt;very lucky to get him for he will protect you&lt;br&gt;and stay by your side from this day on. What a&lt;br&gt;lucky girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/MiasoChan/quizzes/Who%20is%20your%20prefect%20anime%20guy%3F/"&gt; Who is your prefect anime guy?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess im REALLY bored. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13628604-112685564739732553?l=dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/feeds/112685564739732553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13628604&amp;postID=112685564739732553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112685564739732553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112685564739732553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/2005/09/oh-yes_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Jermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712773269804133734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13628604.post-112676880012068228</id><published>2005-09-15T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T15:20:13.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>some lame things i did instead of studying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="calm" src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/SwitchFootGurl/1122886030_uizzesCalm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People see calmness in your eyes. You like to keep&lt;br /&gt;cool in a crisis. You know that if you don't&lt;br /&gt;panic, things will be worked out much quicker&lt;br /&gt;and with fewer hitches. People probably end up&lt;br /&gt;feeling less worried when they are around you.&lt;br /&gt;You've got a good attitude. Keep it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/SwitchFootGurl/quizzes/What%20can%20people%20see%20in%20your%20eyes?(great"&gt;What can people see in your eyes?(great ANIME pics)((IMPROVED!!!))&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/&lt;a%20href="&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="HASH(0x8dcf780)" src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/Medalladark/1124259929_notherkiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your first kiss will be like a fairy tale kiss.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that lovely? You're a true dreamer and a&lt;br /&gt;romantic. So hopefully, someone will be able to&lt;br /&gt;make you happy someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Medalladark/quizzes/What%20will%20your%20first%20kiss%20look%20like?"&gt;What will your first kiss look like? (beautiful pics)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahha. (: about the second quiz.. i think its so lame. and if i ever have to kiss someone, he cant be that ugly. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13628604-112676880012068228?l=dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/feeds/112676880012068228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13628604&amp;postID=112676880012068228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112676880012068228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112676880012068228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/2005/09/some-lame-things-i-did-instead-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712773269804133734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13628604.post-112661400031103219</id><published>2005-09-13T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T20:20:00.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh.. im so dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt study for history okay. and so i didnt know how to answer &lt;b&gt;anything&lt;/b&gt;! diediedie. i dont want to fail my first test now okay. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today april and i were deciding what to get as a LOVELY gift for babyface (his birthday is .. er.. sept 18 i think!) since i wanted to pay for 20% of the cost price. (: we were so &lt;i&gt;nice&lt;/i&gt;, we decided not to get a gay shirt/pencil box so i decided a &lt;u&gt;thong&lt;/u&gt;. hahahah. i dont think april appreciated the idea... so NAH. ): that was my best idea so far okay. -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13628604-112661400031103219?l=dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/feeds/112661400031103219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13628604&amp;postID=112661400031103219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112661400031103219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112661400031103219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/2005/09/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Jermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712773269804133734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13628604.post-112651268094906737</id><published>2005-09-12T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T16:22:54.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/295/1534/1024/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a collage of pictures taken yesterday. (: im too small to be seen! ahaha. (: PEW (in the middle) looks like a red indian with all the face paint. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13628604-112651268094906737?l=dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/feeds/112651268094906737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13628604&amp;postID=112651268094906737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112651268094906737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112651268094906737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/2005/09/collage-of-pictures-taken-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Jermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712773269804133734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13628604.post-112642619713840812</id><published>2005-09-11T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T16:09:57.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH HO TODAY WAS SO FUN! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who expected church anniversary to be so fun. (: with captain's ball and everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasnt playing. i was &lt;b&gt;observing&lt;/b&gt;, cheering and acting bimbo. xP ahahha. (: its too fun to share on my blog! nah actually it isnt. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly, i had to leave so early to complete my zuo wen. but i havent started on it yet. ahaha. i have to study for history and do that irritating zuo wen now.  sighhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: the holidays can vanish so quickly! lets go join the circus together so that you can teach me how to disappear too! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13628604-112642619713840812?l=dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/feeds/112642619713840812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13628604&amp;postID=112642619713840812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112642619713840812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112642619713840812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/2005/09/oh-ho-today-was-so-fun-who-expected.html' title=''/><author><name>Jermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712773269804133734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13628604.post-112633599564066485</id><published>2005-09-10T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T15:06:35.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had the debate selections today. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;guess what&lt;/b&gt;. hahaha. nah. i didnt get in. but its not the end of the world right? because my friends are debating in the methodist cup and i &lt;s&gt;may&lt;/s&gt; will have chances to debate next time. but honestly.. i think i really cant debate for the methodist cup, im too nervous and i cant debate well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was really fun today! Su-lyn slept on my bed last night so we went to school together. (: [she's such a &lt;u&gt;heavy&lt;/u&gt; sleeper] and met nic, xiao and charlene waiting for larisa at the concourse. so we waited with them. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had to go up at 0905! thats about the time training officially started! i didnt get to &lt;b&gt;really&lt;/b&gt; debate today. ): because there were 4 people in my group (only 3 people debate at one go) and celine picked charlene, shuyi and larisa to debate. i was supposed to do the BP but they never had it, so yeah. ): all i had to do was to provide some info, and take down notes during the entire debate. but before that everyone there was like "is she in here? is she &lt;u&gt;supposed&lt;/u&gt; to be here?" -_- and because i didnt want to sit next to the seniors when the rest were saying their speeches (dont wanna be extra), i had to sit alone at the back row [felt even more extra and upset that i didnt get to debate &lt;b&gt;AND&lt;/b&gt; had to sit all alone and ignored] &lt;-&lt;i&gt;extremely bad english&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;[okay, i know im not a very good debater, but &lt;i&gt;hello&lt;/i&gt;? dont show it all over your face okay. (im not talking about any seniors, im talking about someone else) and cant you just &lt;b&gt;listen&lt;/b&gt; to other people sometimes? sigh.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but after the debrief we had a 10 min break and we were chatting away. (: we were saying that amrit could start dancing when she was saying her speech because she rocked backward and forward [sorry!] and it was really fun! (:&lt;br /&gt;and then we all had to prepare a speech for prop one on our own, but 5 of us just came together to prep. for the definations. hahaha. (: thank goodness our motion was "THW ban civillian ownership of guns", not "THW ban zoos." hahaha. but i still didnt get in. i think its because i talked too much. ): and yeah i kept stopping in my speech because i forgot what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but after the one-on-one prop one speech i went into the OTHER room. (: we were chatting away (as usual) and the topic went from xiao hui's wallet to her piano exam. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naturally, they announced the results and we all went back home, some really disappointed and 7 happy people! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13628604-112633599564066485?l=dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/feeds/112633599564066485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13628604&amp;postID=112633599564066485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112633599564066485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112633599564066485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/2005/09/had-debate-selections-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Jermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712773269804133734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13628604.post-112623252693358020</id><published>2005-09-09T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T10:22:06.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>guess what. I HATE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this YOU refers to the someone who did not inform me that debate training today was changed to 1pm. and no, astrid, it ISNT you. its the friend i trusted the most. [dont be mistaken]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. sigh.sigh. i ended up going at 9am when its supposed to start at 1pm. somehow SHAKTI also knew it and didnt tell me. [sorry girl, i told you 9am] sighsighsgih. i got scolded by my mum [&lt;b&gt;surprisesurprise&lt;/b&gt;]. sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13628604-112623252693358020?l=dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/feeds/112623252693358020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13628604&amp;postID=112623252693358020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112623252693358020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112623252693358020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/2005/09/guess-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Jermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712773269804133734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13628604.post-112619453202572771</id><published>2005-09-08T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T10:22:26.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img391.imageshack.us/img391/1871/szejerjac2ol.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey guys! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img391.imageshack.us/img391/1871/szejerjac2ol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img391.imageshack.us/img391/1871/szejerjac2ol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wing Me Jac on social day. :D [i hope the picture shows!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stole this picture from &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/truffleknots"&gt;jac's xanga&lt;/a&gt;! haha. (: actually i took like 8 pictures but they got deleted because my phone crashed. AGAIN. 3rd time this week. the next time it breaks down, im going to make the guys replace my phone with a &lt;b&gt;new&lt;/b&gt; one and naturally, it must have the 1 year warranty. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished the biology project. it really took lots of time, but it was really fun. (: with the AprilVeraCherylIvfen clique. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its almost 12mm. i praying that i can get the 56 cd i want .(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13628604-112619453202572771?l=dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/feeds/112619453202572771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13628604&amp;postID=112619453202572771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112619453202572771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112619453202572771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/2005/09/hey-guys-wing-me-jac-on-social-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Jermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712773269804133734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13628604.post-112609987447408812</id><published>2005-09-07T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T21:31:14.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yay. (: im still very proud of my apple lay. its so.. teeny! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised that im using too many (:. 2 (: in 13 words. haha. yay. me and wingie are photographers for One Voice! yay. and my parents are FINALLY getting the photoshop thing-y. harharhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my tooth hurts. i mean, the last milk tooth. yay. if it drops out i can get braces. then *poosh* 2 years are over and im FREE from horrible-looking teeth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV SHOWS! yay! mann. wangzi gets aired on channel u starting from next week! sadly.. the exams are coming. so i may not be able to watch the later episodes! and the 9pm show on channel 55 is really lame. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really dying of/from boredom. okay actually no. i only have to wish to do my work. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13628604-112609987447408812?l=dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/feeds/112609987447408812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13628604&amp;postID=112609987447408812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112609987447408812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112609987447408812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/2005/09/oh-yay_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Jermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712773269804133734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13628604.post-112607597564696281</id><published>2005-09-07T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T18:40:45.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>new lay created! yupyup. its this apple lay. (: its teeny and cute. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13628604-112607597564696281?l=dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/feeds/112607597564696281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13628604&amp;postID=112607597564696281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112607597564696281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112607597564696281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/2005/09/new-lay-created-yupyup.html' title=''/><author><name>Jermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712773269804133734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13628604.post-112606701730335792</id><published>2005-09-07T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T12:23:37.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yes.  i forgot to complain for once. :D haha. my phone broke down again. so yes, i lost all my contacts &lt;u&gt;again&lt;/u&gt;. sigh. thus, i shall write it all in my address book next time. :D so could all my friends reading send an &lt;a href="mailto:juz_e_angel@hotmail.com"&gt;e-mail&lt;/a&gt; to me? thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;format&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;name&lt;/b&gt;: xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;address&lt;/b&gt;: xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;home no.&lt;/b&gt;: xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mobile&lt;/b&gt;: xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;website&lt;/b&gt;: (if not applicable, write n/a)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;b'day&lt;/b&gt;: xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;email&lt;/b&gt;: xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im such a fussy friend. :D thanks guys!&lt;br /&gt;[/edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13628604-112606701730335792?l=dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/feeds/112606701730335792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13628604&amp;postID=112606701730335792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112606701730335792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112606701730335792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/2005/09/oh-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Jermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712773269804133734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13628604.post-112606671127951482</id><published>2005-09-07T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T12:18:31.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yay. (: i created a blog to display the new&lt;b&gt;EST&lt;/b&gt; lays i create. (: it will be updated the moment i create a new lay. harharhar. (: visit it at &lt;a href="http://dreamsdontexist-tester.blogspot.com/"&gt;dreamsdontexist-tester.blogspot.com!&lt;/a&gt; and yeah i'll post &lt;u&gt;here&lt;/u&gt; when there is a new lay created. haha. what am i saying? i have no idea. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13628604-112606671127951482?l=dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/feeds/112606671127951482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13628604&amp;postID=112606671127951482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112606671127951482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112606671127951482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/2005/09/oh-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>Jermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712773269804133734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13628604.post-112585272429082242</id><published>2005-09-05T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T00:54:38.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey. this post is specially for april, if you read this. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i have mentioned in my &lt;a href="mailto:juz_e_angel@hotmail.com"&gt;msn&lt;/a&gt; nickname, &lt;em&gt;people come and go&lt;/em&gt;. no matter how difficult it is, &lt;i&gt;we must learn to forget&lt;/i&gt;. even if we cant, we still have to try. and always remember: &lt;b&gt;forgiving is what you say; forgetting is what you do&lt;/b&gt;. i hope you understand darling. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as elaine has mentioned, forgetting isnt the easiest thing to do. forgetting is a long, and tiring process. for different people, it works differently. it may take lots of effort to forget that cold-blooded person (for full reports on this person, please read the paragraph after the end of my post), but afterall, we are only 13; sweet 13. we still have lots of time, so dont rush into things. (:&lt;br /&gt;if you need to borrow a shoulder to cry on, you can always lean on me, elaine, ivfen, cheryl, vera, babyface and almost everyone else. (: after all, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that's what friends are for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. we are here for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;good times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bad times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. dont forget, we will be here for you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;forevermore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know this post isnt fabulously long, but i hope you will feel better okay april?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;121-word-longreport on the thick-headed guy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;first and foremost. since he is thick-headed, naturally he is also cold-blooded, insensitive, possessive, completely brainless, tactless, and not to forget, immature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cold-blooded&lt;/strong&gt;. doi. all thick-headed people are. Do I need to say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tactless and insensitive&lt;/strong&gt;. Cant you think of nice things to say and consider if your words will hurt others? Even though you think that it wouldn’t harm &lt;s&gt;us &lt;/s&gt;her just because you think that its okay, please kindly think again. We are delicate creatures, and don’t need you to further break our fragile selves with that rough hammer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Possessive&lt;/strong&gt;. Eurgh. I really don’t wanna speak about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thick-headed and completely brainless&lt;/strong&gt; basically talks about the same thing; about you being stupid, and really&lt;strong&gt;, immature&lt;/strong&gt;. Not to forget &lt;strong&gt;irritating&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the person this report is referring to: i seriously doubt that you will know where to find me, really. i dont think you will be reading this. but in case you are, let me tell you that you are a&lt;s&gt;n extremely stupid and annoying&lt;/s&gt; JERK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13628604-112585272429082242?l=dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/feeds/112585272429082242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13628604&amp;postID=112585272429082242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112585272429082242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112585272429082242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/2005/09/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>Jermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712773269804133734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13628604.post-112583918030293370</id><published>2005-09-04T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T21:06:41.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wanna change my lay! i think this lay is getting a little too lame for me! but first i'll beg my parents to let me download photoshop. (: or i should beg people to lend me the software. harharhar . (: this post is so random. sigh. THIS ONE WEEK IS &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt; a break. the debate selections (i flunked stage 1), bio project, math project (completely ridiculous) and all that tuition. sighsigh. i still have to do 1 zuo wen and 40math sums by tuesday, and i have to complete the math project with gis tomorrow. not that i dont enjoy doing projects with gis, i just &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;HATE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; doing the darn project. sighsighsigh. sighsighsighsigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13628604-112583918030293370?l=dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/feeds/112583918030293370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13628604&amp;postID=112583918030293370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112583918030293370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112583918030293370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-wanna-change-my-lay-i-think-this-lay.html' title=''/><author><name>Jermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712773269804133734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13628604.post-112555710376344048</id><published>2005-09-01T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T14:47:25.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>posting for a second time today. this one is to vent my anger. humph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) my irritating teacher has set me a great amount of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) my mum just invaded my privacy.&lt;br /&gt;-i bought a book yesterday right? i was just reading it just now and she just came over. being the polite person, i kept it (the book!) away. and she promptly accused me of hiding things away from her, and forced me to pass the book to her for "inspection". and um, honestly, she kept going through the contents. like its a chinese book okay? what else do you want to know! what do &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt; think i &lt;i&gt;read&lt;/i&gt;? gosh. &lt;s&gt;i hope i dont sound so bimbotic. (:&lt;/s&gt; &lt;strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) [after no 2 happened..] my mum went calling almost the entire world.&lt;br /&gt;-okay fine. you are displeased with me. but must you really tell my dad? i bought the book with the money &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; saved okay. if you want your money back (she lent me some yesterday) then &lt;b&gt;ask&lt;/b&gt;. i believe you have a mouth! humph. and anyway. its only a book. and it's this book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sweety.tangerine.com.tw/images/book2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://sweety.tangerine.com.tw/images/book2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing wrong right? i bought it because my friend said that it was nice and it could help me clear my pimples. (: and my dad would &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;kill&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; me for "wasting money" (go kill my sister - she once went on a real shopping spree and bought $500 worth of books). my book was only SGD18.42. (reason 1 why you cant scold me)&lt;br /&gt;reason 2: you took my pimple cream &lt;u&gt;again&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;reason 3: i saved up 66.66% of my allowance over the past 3 months! (i hope im not bragging..)&lt;br /&gt;reason 4: um. just because. im out of reasons? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phew. im done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13628604-112555710376344048?l=dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/feeds/112555710376344048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13628604&amp;postID=112555710376344048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112555710376344048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112555710376344048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/2005/09/posting-for-second-time-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Jermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712773269804133734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13628604.post-112554675842611071</id><published>2005-09-01T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T11:52:38.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey! the retail-therapy post. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. so basically su-lyn and i went shopping. we walked from home! (: stupid us took the longer route to ngee ann city. =/ yeah. i bought my sweety book! (: but i gave the j-stars magazine a miss. no cash. hahaha. su-lyn bought 2boookmarks for her brother &lt;s&gt;at first&lt;/s&gt;, but she didnt really like them! so we crossed over to wisma atria. haha. i got this ring with my name engraved on it (i was cheated of my money. humph. i wanted my name on the &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;outside&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; where people could see it. but the lady got the characters on the &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;inside&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; instead. humph. and i had to pay more money! groan.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, we walked around wisma (i was searching for ties for church). truthfully, there really arent many places to go. but we still walked around anyway. su-lyn found a shirt for her brother (was is Fila?) and decided to give that to her brother instead. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. that took about 2 1/2 hours? all the walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i have to do my tuition homework (the teacher gave me sums = 5test papers) and study for geog test! and yay tomorrow's social day! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13628604-112554675842611071?l=dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/feeds/112554675842611071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13628604&amp;postID=112554675842611071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112554675842611071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112554675842611071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/2005/09/hey-retail-therapy-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712773269804133734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13628604.post-112548708475624369</id><published>2005-08-31T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T19:18:04.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohhohhoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love retail therapy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and su-lyn went shopping today ! we went to taka and wisma. hhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im tired. and i dont want to post anymore. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13628604-112548708475624369?l=dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/feeds/112548708475624369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13628604&amp;postID=112548708475624369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112548708475624369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112548708475624369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/2005/08/ohhohhoh.html' title=''/><author><name>Jermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712773269804133734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13628604.post-112537255003269108</id><published>2005-08-30T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T11:29:10.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh man. i think i just flunked my piano exam! not something to boast about. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13628604-112537255003269108?l=dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/feeds/112537255003269108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13628604&amp;postID=112537255003269108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112537255003269108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112537255003269108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/2005/08/oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Jermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712773269804133734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13628604.post-112521242348412745</id><published>2005-08-28T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T15:00:23.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh dear. my piano exam is coming but im not prepared! i still cant play my scales or my pieces without making a mistake. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh darn. looks like i really have to practise. but school is so stressful too, its quite tiring, and i constantly feel like sleeping (Jermaine's stress sign : 1). also im breaking out! (sign : 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum had this bbq last night! it was so fun! not really. i got dunked into the pool! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, im going to find my chinese wb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13628604-112521242348412745?l=dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/feeds/112521242348412745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13628604&amp;postID=112521242348412745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112521242348412745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112521242348412745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/2005/08/oh-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>Jermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712773269804133734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13628604.post-112489609749244654</id><published>2005-08-24T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T23:08:17.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THANK YOU, EVERYONE WHO ASKED ME WHY I DIDNT COME TO SCHOOL TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 you guys. Always so nice to me! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. can someone teach me how to .. er. download torrent files? I'm a computer I-D-I-O-T. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13628604-112489609749244654?l=dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/feeds/112489609749244654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13628604&amp;postID=112489609749244654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112489609749244654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112489609749244654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/2005/08/thank-you-everyone-who-asked-me-why-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712773269804133734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13628604.post-112484606844959394</id><published>2005-08-24T09:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T09:14:28.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>groan. I'm getting those annoying chest pains &lt;b&gt;again&lt;/b&gt;. What could be worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm skipping school today. Not exactly the most fabulous thing to do, really. Not when there is bio lesson! argh. I'm missing all the practicals.. &lt;b&gt;again&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I can use my time to do other stuff. :D For example, I can type out my lame story about April. ((: And I can also practise my piano for 3 hours without getting scolded! YAY. At least I have a higher chance of passing my exam..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13628604-112484606844959394?l=dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/feeds/112484606844959394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13628604&amp;postID=112484606844959394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112484606844959394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112484606844959394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/2005/08/groan.html' title=''/><author><name>Jermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712773269804133734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13628604.post-112472099924908964</id><published>2005-08-22T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T22:29:59.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'sup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im tired. and sleepy. and bored. just as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i must be happy! there was no history lesson today and i used it to study chinese. ((: and guess what? the chinese test.. most of it was in one of my assessment books but  i promptly didnt do that particular lian xi. how sad. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay. i get to skip swimming PE tomorrow. i injured my knee. hopefully it (the pain) stays on for a couple of days. haha. how lazy am i? sheesh. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13628604-112472099924908964?l=dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/feeds/112472099924908964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13628604&amp;postID=112472099924908964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112472099924908964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112472099924908964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/2005/08/sup.html' title=''/><author><name>Jermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712773269804133734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13628604.post-112462847043193168</id><published>2005-08-21T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T20:47:50.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyhey people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's sunday. its supposed to be my rest day. but allow me to recount what happened :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;1) had to wake up early for ushering. that wasnt so bad.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, wing ivfen and i couldnt find serena. she was late. haha. the few of us were sent upstairs with some people called timothy and alvin &lt;s&gt;(i think)&lt;/s&gt;. haha. anyway, kelly soon joined us. (wing and i were seperated by a tiny flight of stairs, so we could communicate with each other without looking so weird.) anyway, we were greeting everyone who went our way (by saying good morning, you poot.) when this middle-aged guy said, "how come they got &lt;i&gt;little&lt;/i&gt; children today?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that really put me and wing off. doesnt mean that because we are smaller sized means that we are &lt;i&gt;little&lt;/i&gt; children. sheesh. the entire ushering thing was really fun, we got to stay for both the 9am service and the 11am service (meaning i skipped some chem tuition!:D). but i bet the worship team had a better time than we did. there were so few of us, it got a little &lt;i&gt;boring&lt;/i&gt;. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;2) forgot about R&amp;amp;J.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one was really bad. firstly, i had to dig the question paper up. then i had to empty out my brain on answering the questions. just chatted with nic online and realized that i did almost EVERYTHING wrongly. sighsigh. and worse still, i fell asleep for 2 hours when i was supposed to be at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;3) did not study some chapters for chinese test tomorrow.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that is bad. it means that i have to study until 1am tonight for it. thanks to esabelle who reminded me! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13628604-112462847043193168?l=dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/feeds/112462847043193168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13628604&amp;postID=112462847043193168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112462847043193168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112462847043193168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/2005/08/heyhey-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Jermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712773269804133734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13628604.post-112452342566058346</id><published>2005-08-20T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T15:37:05.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A &lt;s&gt;brand new&lt;/s&gt; blog, a new post! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i decided to start all over again. deleted off all the posts, created a new skin, and naturally edited the codes for my usage. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now my computer has gone bonkers. firstly, the irritating fonts are so LARGE. urgh. gross. if anyone of you reading this have an inking on how to reduce the font size (control panel &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;refuses&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; to help me. and neither would the encoding button. sighsigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway cheryl, ivfen, april, and vera, you four are in my latest story. im determined to finish this one! (: dont worry, im not in this book to ruin it all. ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13628604-112452342566058346?l=dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/feeds/112452342566058346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13628604&amp;postID=112452342566058346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112452342566058346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13628604/posts/default/112452342566058346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsdontexist-.blogspot.com/2005/08/brand-new-blog-new-post-i-decided-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712773269804133734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
