<?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-7717808672566330649</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:42:40.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disco Rodeo, My Kaleidoscope</title><subtitle type='html'>gettin' high rock and rollin'. Get a room trash it up, till it's 10 in the mornin'</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>116</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-1996787661942443349</id><published>2008-03-11T17:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T11:32:45.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Relink!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fruitgummies.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;www.fruitgummies.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-1996787661942443349?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/1996787661942443349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=1996787661942443349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/1996787661942443349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/1996787661942443349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2008/03/relink.html' title=''/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-5026547738056744236</id><published>2008-03-08T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T00:15:09.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seng Kang Oie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;Just for today, I have the mood to blog. So I shall post everything all over again, say I'm nice.Anyway,this post and probably the next is going to be about Seng Kang Secondary School's Secondary Two Character Development Camp @ Sarimbun.It rocks like nobody's business I tell you,almost everybody I know miss camp like crazy.Especially the instructors.Okay okay,back to business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day One :&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Emma had a futile attempt at trying to make us high.Us as in Group Seven,cos we were probably just about as happy as a person suffering from depression is.Team building games first and needless to say,nobody really did much and everybody had that "i want to go home,now." look so..yada yada.Skip skip skip!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;After I don't know what , we went for lunch and went on that ship thing which the girls manage to balance on longer thatn the boys.Cool right? Girl power!And after that we went for that rope challenge thing.I didn't do that ones that were high because of my extreme fear of heights.So either ways,I went to try that blue thing that is like,not high at all.HAH! Nehneh! Okay,nothing much happened on day one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day Two:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Team morale was a lot better.At least there's response when the trainers shout "Seng Kang Oie!".Okay,the second day went pass as a blur,well quite.I was concentrating more on wanting to go home.Hmm..Oh!We did the Sarimbun Challenge that lasted from after breakfast to lunch.Walked non-stop and have to tolerate the endless "Single File Single file!".There's one station where we had to use all of our manpower to write the word Synergy and we had to lie down on the wet road,it's sick I tell you.To make things worse,my head was at Boyle's butt.How nice can that be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Lunch that day was outdoor cooking which sucked cos it was too spicy for my liking thank you.And the soup looks like we added starch into it,roar.Failed attempt to cook a large amount at one go.Emma the super great sneaked off to the canteen and filled up her bottle with syruped drinks and ice for our group to drink.And we thanked her by finishing everything,sigh.Eitherways,Widhiah was damn jealous that we had ice-cold water to drink and she doesn't,hah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Then the Challenge Valley which wasn't much of a challenge actually.Okay,so we had to go from one end of the weird monkey bar looking thing except this time with tyres to the other end by using the tyres.I manage to almost kick Ridhwaan in the face and I think at some point of time I elbowed Daryl,hah!And Daryl said that I was dangerous,nevermind.Being dangerous is a good thing right?heehoo. Oh yeah,off to milo pond! all we had to do is slide into the milo pond.Kind of like those slides you take at Wild Wild Wet.The conversation between me and Khai Oakley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Me "Can scream or not uh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Khai "Can can,get onto the foam."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Me *gets onto the foam thing*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Khai "You have boyfriend?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Me "Err..No"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Khai "Okay,when you scream,just scream ahhhh.Like that,okay?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Me "Okay."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Khai *Lets go of the foam thing*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Me "Chey,not scarEEEEEE!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;(EEE!cos i already started screaming)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Many people went after that,wanted to go one more time but Dayl didn't allow due to time constraints.Sigh;eitherways.Changed into dry attire and off to abseiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Being me,I was the last few to go up.And I went up because nobody screamed.The conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Me "Can I go down,I don't want to do already la."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Trainer "No.You're up already might as well just try."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Me "Oh,okay."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Umar "Wah! You 41 years old already ah!" (I was wearing my class tee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Me " Yeah"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Trainer "You see the ledge,lean back against it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Me *Leaned against thin air*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Trainer "Lean somemore"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Me "DON'T WANT!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Trainer "You don't lean somemore you cannot go down"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Me *leans somemore*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Trainer "Okay better.Let go of the rope in your right hand"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Me "DON'T WANT!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Trainer "Okay,what's your name."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Me "DENISE! *hysterical"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Trainer "Okay,Denise you're doing good.Let go,you won't fall."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Me *lets go of rope in right hand*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Trainer "see?You didn't fall.No let go of the rope in your left hand"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Me *lets go*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Trainer "You have to trust your ropes and me.You won't fall"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Trainer "Okay,you can go down now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;And I went down ;D Whooo~ Damn fun and the trainer caught me before I even touch the ground (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~to be continued&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-5026547738056744236?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/5026547738056744236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=5026547738056744236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/5026547738056744236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/5026547738056744236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2008/03/seng-kang-oie.html' title='Seng Kang Oie!'/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-813657321777649470</id><published>2008-03-08T13:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T22:45:05.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mymy Chemicalchemical Romanceromance</title><content type='html'>MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE SKIN ROCKS !&lt;br /&gt;right? *holds sotong in position*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-813657321777649470?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/813657321777649470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=813657321777649470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/813657321777649470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/813657321777649470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2008/03/sengkang-oiee.html' title='Mymy Chemicalchemical Romanceromance'/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-5744773314365904824</id><published>2008-02-23T12:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T12:22:08.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;I actually have no idea why i'm back here but...it's fun to come back here after a looooong time. Oh well,nothing interesting happened much.So yeah,haha.And just so you know, i'm actualy not on hiatus.I'm just in livejournal at the moment,which i wouldn't disclose because i might just come back anytime.To save the hassle,i'm not going to link my livejournal. If you wanna know,ask me and i'll decide on whether or not to tell you. I like livejournal more nowadays ;D it's nicer,don't ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,highlights of when i'm away(in random order);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span &gt;Suprise birthday wishes by 2E1 to Mrs Foo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span &gt;CIP at Bedok Stadium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span &gt;Common tests&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span &gt;Common test results ; failed math.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span &gt;Chinese New Year celebrations ; Ahmad and the chipmunks, teacher's performance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span &gt;Sore throat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span &gt;Random complaints&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span &gt;Bouts of absolute boredom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span &gt;Cheryl's birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span &gt;That's probably just about all that happened in my not-so-interesting life (: okay,I'm off. Don't bother coming back here much ; I doubt if i'l; come back here any time soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-5744773314365904824?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/5744773314365904824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=5744773314365904824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/5744773314365904824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/5744773314365904824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2008/02/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-6437623408937872891</id><published>2008-02-02T14:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T14:38:49.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm on hiatus.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be back soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-6437623408937872891?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/6437623408937872891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=6437623408937872891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/6437623408937872891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/6437623408937872891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-on-hiatus.html' title=''/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-7681142407511682112</id><published>2008-01-29T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T01:20:54.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happppppy Forty-Eighth Birthday Mommmmmmmy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;it got edited at 2236.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos! Includes crapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R587kTDrVAI/AAAAAAAAARs/j1bBdJ1dmA8/s1600-h/Photo0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160909192766903298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R587kTDrVAI/AAAAAAAAARs/j1bBdJ1dmA8/s320/Photo0016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R587PjDrU7I/AAAAAAAAARE/dkZzaO0uoqw/s1600-h/DSC00768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160908836284617650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R587PjDrU7I/AAAAAAAAARE/dkZzaO0uoqw/s320/DSC00768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R587PzDrU8I/AAAAAAAAARM/M0WlV8xOpf8/s1600-h/Photo0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R587QDDrU9I/AAAAAAAAARU/Rv31h6rzKII/s1600-h/Photo0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160908844874552274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R587QDDrU9I/AAAAAAAAARU/Rv31h6rzKII/s320/Photo0013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mom was trying to act cute.And that hand isn't mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R587QjDrU-I/AAAAAAAAARc/Y89uFhswmq8/s1600-h/Photo0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160908853464486882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R587QjDrU-I/AAAAAAAAARc/Y89uFhswmq8/s320/Photo0014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R587QzDrU_I/AAAAAAAAARk/6XPfA6BSWg0/s1600-h/Photo0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160908857759454194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R587QzDrU_I/AAAAAAAAARk/6XPfA6BSWg0/s320/Photo0015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sister looks like that sotong in minitoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R586uTDrU2I/AAAAAAAAAQc/FDmCtgYgGOk/s1600-h/DSC00764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160908265053967202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R586uTDrU2I/AAAAAAAAAQc/FDmCtgYgGOk/s320/DSC00764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maggot insisted on putting all 12 candles -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R586ujDrU3I/AAAAAAAAAQk/POe2yySTn9A/s1600-h/DSC00765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160908269348934514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R586ujDrU3I/AAAAAAAAAQk/POe2yySTn9A/s320/DSC00765.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And my mom calls herself an ex-band member.(Her retort : I retire how long ago liao uh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R586vDDrU4I/AAAAAAAAAQs/ZGOI8JIc7x0/s1600-h/DSC00766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160908277938869122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R586vDDrU4I/AAAAAAAAAQs/ZGOI8JIc7x0/s320/DSC00766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My dad being lame.My mom laughing like some weird person and me doing the standard Widhiah pose.Haha.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R586vTDrU5I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/S74bZ7fCzrQ/s1600-h/DSC00767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160908282233836434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R586vTDrU5I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/S74bZ7fCzrQ/s320/DSC00767.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad acting cool.&lt;em&gt;lameeee~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-7681142407511682112?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/7681142407511682112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=7681142407511682112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/7681142407511682112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/7681142407511682112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2008/01/happppppy-forty-eighth-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R587kTDrVAI/AAAAAAAAARs/j1bBdJ1dmA8/s72-c/Photo0016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-4546056261085789359</id><published>2008-01-26T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T23:53:08.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunflower dance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Fourteenth Birthday Julieeeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;`it got edited at 2.23 pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that having multiple posts in one day is ugly.Don't ask me why,I just think it's ugly.Julie,Widhiah,Hazimah,Ahmad,Yuenfang and Eko's out to celebrate Julie's birthday.Eeeeep,sorry Julie that I didn't go. But it's Julie's birthday today! And Jamie's too (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hokay,the only reason I'm here is because the mood to blog suddenly struck me.Eeeeeeeep.My mouth muscles aching like hell.Damn I didn't know you can over exert your mouth muscles,gee.In any case,it hurts to smile too widely.Eeeeek,my first time over exerting my mouth muscles,to think that I thought only the muscles on your limbs gets over exerted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework,homework,homework piling up again.But what the heck,I'll get through them.Well,usually I do.If not I'll just use the "I forgot to bring" to buy time to complete the damned homework.And there's also the art of copying (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I officially have a lit journal entry to complete,two math WS which I doubt I'll actually understand,an english oral planning sheet for a picture I don't remember,some home econs task analysis thing,and my uncompleted geography ws.Gahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;`it got edited again at 23.25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Chinese New Year clothes shopping today at Geylang Serai.Yes I know,ironic that I'm going chinese new year shopping at Geylang.Walked in some weird This Budget Outlet or something,but the signs on the hangers is put as This Fashion.Weird eh? But anyway,bought a pair of skinnies and shorts.Kinda cheap too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to some City Plaza thing,my sister bought skinny jeans.So she now own three skinnies,two jeans,one black.But the problem is that there's not much clothes she can wear with the skinnies.Heehoo,she's gonna kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Old Airport Road market or something to eat dinner-cum-supper and it dawned upon me that my sister has no sense of direction whatsoever when it comes to navigating hawker centers and markets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Scenario One:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My sister :&lt;/strong&gt; * Walks in my direction and subsequently walked behind my dad,who's sitting down.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My sister :&lt;/strong&gt; "Eh,where we sit uh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me :&lt;/strong&gt; *stunned* *points at my dad* There,you blind uh?&lt;br /&gt;See?She didn't even know she walked behind my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Scenario Two: After the chicken wing eating&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheryl(sis) :&lt;/strong&gt; "I want to wash my hands lea,here can wash hands one right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maggot: &lt;/strong&gt;"Yeah,ah pa say have."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dad :&lt;/strong&gt; "Have it's where we walk from just now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me :&lt;/strong&gt; "I bet you have no idea where it is and you need help."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheryl &lt;/strong&gt;:"No lea,tsk,so easy I can find one la."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheryl :*&lt;/strong&gt;Stands up,looks around*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheryl:&lt;/strong&gt; "Eh,where we walk from uh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's hilarious.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Scenario Three: When she finally makes her decision on what to buy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheryl :&lt;/strong&gt; "Okay,I go buy that spaghetti thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me :&lt;/strong&gt; "Okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me &lt;/strong&gt;:*eats at the table*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheryl :*&lt;/strong&gt;Walks to our table*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheryl :&lt;/strong&gt; "Eh,I walk so much but I cannot find the shop lea."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me :&lt;/strong&gt; "It's just behind this row of shops whatt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me :&lt;/strong&gt; *gestures where to walk.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; *Groans* Okay,let's go,I bring you there.&lt;br /&gt;This was before the second scenario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,end of the sister commentary thing.Ate quite a bit there.What the hell,blame the myraid of food to choose from and about half of them have recommendation.So it took me a long time to figure out what to buy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,Random time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss Bryan Phua ):&lt;/em&gt; Eeeep,it's been so long since we last saw each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ps:Bryan is my primary school good &lt;strong&gt;friend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-4546056261085789359?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/4546056261085789359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=4546056261085789359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/4546056261085789359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/4546056261085789359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2008/01/sunflower-dance.html' title='Sunflower dance.'/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-6987953496355338878</id><published>2008-01-25T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T20:19:17.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haaa Heee Hiii Hooo Huuu</title><content type='html'>Hokay,school was fine today.The highlight was that Irene Yeo didn't come (: Let's all throw water balloons (: And the relief teacher was from our school.Guess what she said,"Oh,mdm yeo taught me pure chem last time."*long pause*"and I got a C." It's hilarious. Oh yeah,I got high in english cos of the oral picture.We couldn't figure out where the picture was at -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's boring.Band's funn!Heehoo.Well,today's wasn't really fun actually.Sectionals most of the time.Playing the oboe is so fun cannn.But my mouth muscles are over exerted ;D Heehaww.So cooool~ oboe's so funn. Okay,I shall shut up.Anyway,sectionals today equals slacking session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foot drills for one hour(?) after that.Thanks Xiaoting for lending me the clip(: My stupid fringe either tickled my eye or my nose.Irritating.Did pumpings,a lot.Well,more than usual to be exact.Eeeeep,to compass point next and went home.I made Ambika jealous!heehaww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go now.No mood to blog (: Heeehoooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.s: Weihong cheer up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.p.s: Xiaoting,get well!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-6987953496355338878?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/6987953496355338878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=6987953496355338878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/6987953496355338878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/6987953496355338878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2008/01/haaa-heee-hiii-hooo-huuu.html' title='Haaa Heee Hiii Hooo Huuu'/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-1694639792483742795</id><published>2008-01-23T21:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T21:32:26.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;What Denise Kang Mei Xian Means&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are balanced, orderly, and organized. You like your ducks in a row.&lt;br /&gt;You are powerful and competent, especially in the workplace.&lt;br /&gt;People can see you as stubborn and headstrong. You definitely have a dominant personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.&lt;br /&gt;You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.&lt;br /&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the total package - suave, sexy, smart, and strong.&lt;br /&gt;You have the whole world under your spell, and you can influence almost everyone you know.&lt;br /&gt;You don't always resist your urges to crush the weak. Just remember, they don't have as much going for them as you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a seeker of knowledge, and you have learned many things in your life.&lt;br /&gt;You are also a keeper of knowledge - meaning you don't spill secrets or spread gossip.&lt;br /&gt;People sometimes think you're snobby or aloof, but you're just too deep in thought to pay attention to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection.&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive.&lt;br /&gt;You have the classic "Type A" personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are deeply philosophical and thoughtful. You tend to analyze every aspect of your life.&lt;br /&gt;You are intuitive, brilliant, and quite introverted. You value your time alone.&lt;br /&gt;Often times, you are grumpy with other people. You don't appreciate them trying to interfere in your affairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, self assured, and capable. You are not easily intimidated.&lt;br /&gt;You master any and all skills easily. You don't have to work hard for what you want.&lt;br /&gt;You make your life out to be exactly how you want it. And you'll knock down anyone who gets in your way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are incredibly sexy and sensual. You have a naughty vibe that no one can ignore.&lt;br /&gt;You have an unquenchable desire. And you are unrestrained in your passions.&lt;br /&gt;You have a tendency to be unfaithful. Whether you fight it or give in to it is up to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okayyy.Some part of it is damn true and some are just fake to the core (: And thanks grace!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-1694639792483742795?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/1694639792483742795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=1694639792483742795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/1694639792483742795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/1694639792483742795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-denise-kang-mei-xian-means-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-8662311128987782822</id><published>2008-01-23T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T21:09:40.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me a shot to remember;</title><content type='html'>School was fine today,heeehoooo.Nothing really interesting happened today.Yay! I've read TSGS Book 17 today.Thanks a million Hazimah (: I doubt that Faiz'll get to read it tomorrow.Over something which I honestly don't think it's him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..School was school,nothing fun happened.Anyway,after school,I went to look for Julie.And something happened to her..yada yada.Ate at canteen,slacked for awhile and finally started on our homework.Ironically,I only did the english journal entry thing and less than one page of Geography. Spent the remaining time sleeping,only to get woken up by Miss Michelle Eng.Sheeeeeeeesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cxl almost gave me a heart attack when she said that she's not confirmed on whether or not she's going for the lunchtime concert tomorrow.But she's going anyway,yippeee!Sunflower dance! And anyway,spent the first part of sectionals learning &lt;strong&gt;how&lt;/strong&gt; to blast.Ironic isn't it,of all things,I have absolutely no idea how to blast.Mind you,my 'blast' is effing soft.And the sectionals went on yada yada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Jenny Neo and Sazy in compass today.I was like 'wtfuck'-ing.And we saved a little indian girl (:Well,Ambika did.She was like telling me who the parents might be,and I was said,"Okay,let's assume this couple is her parents.Now let's go." But in the end,Ambika-the-great found the little girl's mom cos her mom looks damn flustered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took 159 with Ambika.Laughed like some madwoman (: And for no reason x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-8662311128987782822?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/8662311128987782822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=8662311128987782822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/8662311128987782822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/8662311128987782822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2008/01/give-me-shot-to-remember.html' title='Give me a shot to remember;'/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-2133192457228451426</id><published>2008-01-22T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T20:10:55.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>These bright lights have always blinded me.</title><content type='html'>Honestly,I'm in no mood to post.But what the heck,I'm bored out of my mind anyway.Ayeee,I'm feeling too full for my own good.And I just realised that I'm too warm too.Eeeeeeeek,stupid selfish maggot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was super boring.Other than Mrs V's description of Jeffrey's chest hair,she's weird.She was like,talking and then suddenly start talking about Jeffrey's non existent chest hair.She was like,"Eww,imagine Jeffrey with thick black curly chest hair and sticking out.Jeffrey,I'm not gonna come near you anymore." Faiz was the sick one who said that his chest hair sticking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Widhiah got high during lunch.Because of the ballpoint pen-rubber pen thing.Haha,but it's hilarious actually;XiaoTing etc sang happy birthday to MiaoYing and MiaoQiao and in the end,everybody joined in.Everybody as in,everybody in the canteen.Haha,cool eh? Played phantom during band.And that kinda summed up band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is probably the most boring day out of the week.But P.E today was funnnn.Well,it isn't really fun,it was really funny.We were supposed to play volleyball and play it the volley ball way but we ended up just using one hand to whack the ball.And then sometimes we just randomly whack it in any other direction to stop it hitting us.And I showed my group the sunflower dance that my sister showed me.Hazimah went super high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science's like the pitttts,I got some part of atoms and I ended up doodling on my textbook again.Irene Yeo set homework,but what the heck,I'm doing them tomorrow in class. Ate wire for recess.Hah! Darrel ain't in school,so unlucky you .Heehawww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School went on,no comments about the rest of the lessons and I should really get cracking on the damned chinese compo I owe yxt and just about the rest of the homework.I hate chinese,I hate homework,I hate schooooooooooooooooooooool.Hmph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-2133192457228451426?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/2133192457228451426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=2133192457228451426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/2133192457228451426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/2133192457228451426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2008/01/these-bright-lights-have-always-blinded.html' title='These bright lights have always blinded me.'/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-5882068767332918812</id><published>2008-01-21T22:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T22:15:07.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy sixteenth birthday Miao Ying and Miao Qiao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry it's kinda belated :x&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-5882068767332918812?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/5882068767332918812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=5882068767332918812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/5882068767332918812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/5882068767332918812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-sixteenth-birthday-miao-ying-and.html' title=''/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-583184637736156339</id><published>2008-01-20T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T12:36:05.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The damage you've inflicted.</title><content type='html'>Heeeeheeeehaahaaaa! I'm back to do something so that I won't die of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Where is your cell phone ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the dining table.I'm too lazy to fetch my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Boyfriend/girlfriend ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None,don't want one either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Your hair ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A screwed haircut which looks somewhat okay now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Your mother ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind me holding a tennis racket like a murder weapon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Your father ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking around the house,I expect.Looking for something to scrutinise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Your favorite item ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I own I guess.Hmm..I think it's my baby bolster and bolster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Your dream last night ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Your favorite drink ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pearl Red Tea from cupwalker (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Your dream car ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gotta be an &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt; car (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. The room you are in ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The so-called 'study room'.It's a playroom now anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Your ex's ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Your fear ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything with six or more legs,has an exoskeleton and is flying. That's the only fear I can think of right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. What do you want to be in 10 years ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..No idea.Journalist,maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Who did you hang out with last night&lt;/strong&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;If you count my family,then it's my family -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. What you're not ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not one that really studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. One of your wish list items ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Chemical Romance concert tickets (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Time right now ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.09 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. What was the last thing you did ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scratch my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. What are you wearing ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shirt that once belonged to my mom and a pair of shorts that I've owned since P3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Your favorite book ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Harrrrry Pottttty series (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. The last thing you ate ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pineapple tarts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Your life ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not very smooth-sailing,but alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. Your mood ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirsty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. Your friends ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. What are you thinking about right now ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What homework I've not done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. Your car ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. What are you doing at the moment ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typing out the answer to this question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. Your summer ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like everyday?It's summer everyday anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. Your relationship status ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single but unavailable :D I'm still anti-boys (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. What is on your tv ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's watching TV right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. What is the last thing you said a few sec ago ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's that guy screaming,it's not very loud what." To maggot when commented about Jack The Ripper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. Last time you cried ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year,in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35. School ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err..SengKang Secondary.It sucks,fullstop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp;Another one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotion Survey (Really, really good questions!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;HAPPY!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What song currently makes you really happy?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a few.Famous Last Words, Mama , Teenagers by My Chemical Romance. Dear Father by Sum41. Phantom Of The Opera by Andew Lloyd Webber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who makes you the happiest?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F.r.i.e.n.d.s (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you happy right now?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No,but I'm not sad either.I miss my wire candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What food makes you happy?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wires! Chicken wings too (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you smile a lot?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How many times did you laugh yesterday?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't count how many times I laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What friend is the happiest that you know of?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie I guess,I've never really seen her cry before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;SAD =[&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you get depressed easily?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's the most depressing song you know of?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cancer -My Chemical Romance. It's a song about cancer and how it takes away the lives of innocent humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you really upset right now?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.Upset over what?That it's school tomorrow?Eeeeps,that should be a good reason to be upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you lost anyone friendship-wise?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so,we always make up in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you cried this month?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you talk to anyone when you're upset?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No,I prefer to wallow in self pity (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you considered "emo"?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't cry easily.What part of that do you not understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have any mental disorders?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Does depression run in your family?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you get pissed off easily?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who has angered you last?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember,annoyed,maybe.But angered?Can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever wanted to literally KILL someone out of pure anger?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.I'm not that sadistic (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have any anger management problems?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No,too bad (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you get physical when you're mad?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer verbal abuse,somehow it seems to inflict more hurt :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do have a rough time getting along with family or parents?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When was the last time you got into a fight (verbal OR physical)?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now,when I was telling my dad that I do not want to listen to nagging sessions outside school.Eurgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is there a constant battle between you and someone else?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah sure,maggot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you hate people easily?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dislike,yes.Hate,no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Love ♥&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you believe in love?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I don't really not believe in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you single/taken/confused/swinger?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single ; Heeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you hold hands when you are dating someone?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I not answer this?Yes I'm not gonna answer this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you like to date?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm passing this on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How long was your longest relationship?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How many boy/girlfriends have you said "I love you" to?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many girlfriends (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do/Did you mean it?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What'd you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you happy about your love/relationship status right now?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-583184637736156339?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/583184637736156339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=583184637736156339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/583184637736156339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/583184637736156339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2008/01/damage-youve-inflicted.html' title='The damage you&apos;ve inflicted.'/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-1433345519425799294</id><published>2008-01-19T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T23:13:58.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can find out firsthand what it's like to be me.</title><content type='html'>Honestly,I'm just posting for the sake of posting cos my fingers are itching to type.I'm unusually high today,don't ask me why.I think I'm irritating Faiz with all my "heffalump"s and "heehooo"s and "peeeepoooo"s and all the nonsensical words I randomly think up,with the exception of heffalump.Cos it's that pooh movie,some heffalump movie from winnie the pooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,I think I'm going crazy.Cos I'm high and yet nostalgic and melancholy at the same time,now that's very odd. Must be the pineapple tarts,yes my mom makes pineapple tarts.So I get nicer tasting pineapple tarts,earlier too.Be very jealous humans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!Chinese New Year's round the corner,and this year,I'm gonna keep all my angpow money.And not touch it till the end of year when I can splurge like some crazy pooot.Yay I love chinese new year (: It's a free kaching$ period where I don't have to work to have the kaching$.So I shall not get married and get angpows (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,that's random.Either ways,I miss my wire candy.And when I buy it,I don't intend to show Darrel my packet of wires in case he kops half of it. That stupid wire candy robber.Finally another candy that I like other than fruitips fruit gum.But I guess I'll stick to fruitips fruitgums cos it's cheaper,I think.But there's a heck lot of wires.Eeeeeeeeeeeeek!Oh heck,I give up (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what?I think I'm gonna detach myself from the world tomorrow,maybe I will.But the idea of being detached is nice,don't ask me why.And I miss my primary six class , we are the rebels mannnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've ran out of stuff to post about.&lt;br /&gt;So you guys can go rest your eyes now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-1433345519425799294?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/1433345519425799294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=1433345519425799294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/1433345519425799294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/1433345519425799294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-can-find-out-firsthand-what-its.html' title='You can find out firsthand what it&apos;s like to be me.'/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-4082333453695854111</id><published>2008-01-19T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T13:10:19.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As days fade,and nights grow as we go cold.</title><content type='html'>Okay okay,I know I did this probably a gazillion times but what the heck,new class equals to new seating arrangements what.Hoho,it definitely doesn't help that I'm bored outta my mind now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q1. Who sits next to you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jermaine Koh,we have much in common when it comes to studies,surprisingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q2. Who's in front of you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie,the new girl in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q3. Who's on your left?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jermaine,obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q4. Who's on your right?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernice,the china doll lookalike (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q5. Who are your best friends within the class?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Widhiah,Julie and Hazimah!Needless to say,we're a clique-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q6. Who's the sporting girl in your class?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be Julie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q7. Who's the sporting guy in your class?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muhd Faiz Bin Abdul Aziz,that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q8. Most shy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q9. Cutest guy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faiz ,it helps when you have only 9 boys in the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q10. Cutest girl? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tok Jia Yi(: though she gives you death threats every 5 mins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q11. Prettiest?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck between Jasmine and Jermaine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q12. Most annoying?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey!The entire class can agree with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q13. Funniest?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faiz,he and his antics in math lessons.Hoho,jackass!(he told us to call him that.Weird eh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q14. Your favourite teacher?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year?Mrs V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q15. Favourite subject?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English and literature now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q16. Who's your class president? How's she/he?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Komathy.She really is a role model,perfect attire,perfect results,perfect everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q17. Who's the vice president? How's she/he?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darrel.He is a wire candy stealer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q18. Your class is..?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class that gets the most nagging sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q19. Do you love your class? Why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course!Well because we have all sorts of weird people in my class.The jackass ones,the wire candy stealer ones,the super quiet ones,the ones that's forever dreaming..the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q20. Do you have a crush on someone in your class? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What'd you think?It really helps that there's only 9 guys in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q21. If you were in some other class,which will you pick?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2E1'o8 still (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-4082333453695854111?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/4082333453695854111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=4082333453695854111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/4082333453695854111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/4082333453695854111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2008/01/as-days-fadeand-nights-grow-as-we-go.html' title='As days fade,and nights grow as we go cold.'/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-6125037730389254123</id><published>2008-01-18T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T20:24:57.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bury me and fade to black.</title><content type='html'>I don't know what the heck's the problem with me nowadays.Fuck the moodswings,I'm having moodswings in the most random of times.Even seeing certain people makes me have some form of moodswing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd just noticed that I've becoming more quiet nowadays,well I think I am.Eitherways,I'm laughing less already.Like I said,fuck those moodswings.Ayee,don't know what's with me but I'm using the word,"fuck" a lot nowadays,even in those minor stuff like dropping my calculator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was school,spent most of my time staring at the whiteboard with the usual glassy eyed expression.Jermaine wasn't any better,both of us were just pretending to listen.Mrs V's somewhat freaky,how the heck did she know my name and that I'm lit rep?That's wayyy weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band was very slack,spent majority of the time in sectionals.Which of course means slack,other than the fact that we're supposed to teach 9 juniors.I don't have the makings of a teacher,I lack patience,I don't have some weird strategy to teach either.Thanks Fanny!Hoho,she helped us teach the sec ones,she's fucking adorable!Taught them the scales,judging from their sounds and the way they pick up,some have a lot of potential.Megan and LiFang has a potential (: But then again,we don't have that many flutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the mooooodswings!Roarrrrr..&lt;br /&gt;You know what?I'm gonna go.Start reading Daddy's Little Girl that Michelle lent me now that I've finished Hide,also borrowed from Michelle(: Hide is nice,even my sister says so(we don't agree on almost everything).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what,I think it's the wire addiction that made me like that.But what the heck,wire candy is nice!Ask Darrel if you don't believe me.He took like 1/4 of all my wire candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall make it a point not to swear so much as of now.Okay,this is almost impossible.&lt;br /&gt;Ah heck! I'm gonna go,now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-6125037730389254123?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/6125037730389254123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=6125037730389254123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/6125037730389254123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/6125037730389254123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2008/01/bury-me-and-fade-to-black.html' title='Bury me and fade to black.'/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-7030704387634206723</id><published>2008-01-17T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T19:54:01.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somehow,I know things would never be the same again.</title><content type='html'>Let's all throw water balloons at everything living shall we?I've reached my 100th post.After so long,haha.Nevermind,it's the hundredth post anyway.Anyway,in case Mr Darrel Ang here decides to contradict his say again and steal all my wire candy cos he says it's addictive.I'm gonna give something in between.There,happy Vice Chairman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..School was nothing but a blur actually,I didn't really commit myself into listening.I vaguely remember being lectured by Mrs Foo on the importance of doing your homework and teaching us how to write discursive essays.Homework,was writing half of your draft one for discursive essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,this sucks,I can't remember what I did for history.Oh!Now I remember,SEQ.I filled one page with one paragraph about Chinese Secret Societies and why it was a serious problem faced my the british yada yada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got somewhat 'warned' by Jenny Neo for walking along the corridors during recess.Like wtfuck,I was just walking out of my class to stretch my legs after completeing my history essay and there she was asking us what we were doing at the classroom block.Another SBB,(Widhiah and Hazimah will know what that means).I have to thank god that she didn't bother about our attire,my socks were almost unseen,I have five earsticks in both ears and the only thing that looks geeky or something about me is my clipped fringe.Ps:she sucks in &lt;span style="color:#ff0080;"&gt;hot pink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got damn pissed off at Irene Yeo during science.Not because she called me a guy reproductive organ again,somehow it died down.But because she refused to answer a question of mine,which teacher would do that?She was asking us how to tell the difference between the solute and solvent if both are liquid.The answer,the one in which the volume is more is the solvent.And I asked her the first time,"What if the volume of the solute and solvent is the same?" she mentioned something about not listening and then refused to answer my question.I effing asked her four times speaking in a clear voice from where the heck I was sitting and raising my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the book I borrowed from Michelle in chinese while Yxt asked us to watch some fairytale thing.I swear it's nice,well,partly because it's the only other novel I've read other than Harry Potter.And it's addictive kay?Subsequently,I spent assembly reading as well.Saw Cxl,cool eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch at compass with Darrel's clique.Bought wire candies and Darrel ate it saying it's addictive,well it is (: Hoho,I'm gonna end my day here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! I'm gonna see Megan and Fanny tomorrow.Coooooool (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-7030704387634206723?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/7030704387634206723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=7030704387634206723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/7030704387634206723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/7030704387634206723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2008/01/somehowi-know-things-would-never-be.html' title='Somehow,I know things would never be the same again.'/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-5582960793353427592</id><published>2008-01-16T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T20:14:37.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The music shall go on,forever.</title><content type='html'>I'm not gonna go on and on about school cos Darrel thinks it's too wordy.The highlights of studying is math,haha.Faiz and his usual antics,it's almost impossible to concentrate in math.I think only Jamie was really listening,haha.That's the highlight of a boring day (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec ones came for band again today!Had 'sectionals' and all the sec ones can try out any instruments they want.And for the first time,there was a hell lot of people who wants to try flute.Lol! I can't remember all but I remember Megan and Fanny.Megan cos I already know her,well,as in,I know her name and all.And Fanny cos she so damn cute.And she looks a hell lot like Carrie,and I mean the sec three Carrie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Megan has potential and Fanny has a little bit of background knowledge thanks to her brother.Hahaaaa! Megan's the super hyper and crazy girl,and somewhat scary actually.She's the first person I know who's so hyper ,other than Julie.And mind you,Julie wasn't THAT hyper when I first met her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,I gotta go already.Bye humans!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-5582960793353427592?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/5582960793353427592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=5582960793353427592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/5582960793353427592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/5582960793353427592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2008/01/music-shall-go-onforever.html' title='The music shall go on,forever.'/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-1285528209212240471</id><published>2008-01-15T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T21:14:39.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So sick and tired of all the needless pleading.</title><content type='html'>School today was pretty much a lot of laughs,well,for me that is,I kept getting high and laughing eventhough there was absolutely nothing humorous in that situation.Anyway,PE was funny in the first part when the volleyball I hit smacked Raj's butt,okay,that was an accident,it just so happens that the ball bounced and hit his butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got frustrated after we learn how to hit the volley ball correctly,Widhiah either don't know how or refused to try,either ways,we kept stalling the practice cos Widhiah kept dodging the ball.I'm not gonna pretend I'm all happy about that,cos in actual fact,I'm pretty frustrated.Next time,just try okay?If not I'm gonna call you (that name which I don't think I want to type in here) for the rest of your life. &lt;em&gt;Ps:No offence,Widhiah.&lt;/em&gt; Played against Mavis's clique,slipped and fell for the second time when I was running after the ball,eurgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science was still as boring as ever,so I'm not gonna elaborate.Walked back to class and sang teenagers with Faiz all the way down,damn cool!Finally someone who knows some My Chemical Romance songs.Played some random bits of MCR in class during recess,slacking like a few idiots.We totally forgot about going to the hall and ended up in class waiting for everybody to come back,Faiz and Darrel pretended to go get the handbook and stuff,whereas the rest of us just pretended to be wheelie buddies (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Character Devolpment or whatever lesson you call that but it's still a glam name for CME lessons.Was pretty hilarious when Jiayi said I felt like killing my father.Or Faiz trying to sabotage Ms Sazryna for saying chinese by tricking her to say my name.And then out of random-ness,she asked me what my name meant,and obviously I don't know.Anyway,this was what the conversation between her and the class.&lt;br /&gt;Ms Sazryna:"Denise,what does your chinese name mean?"&lt;br /&gt;Me:"Err..."&lt;br /&gt;Ms Sazryna:"Okay,I know mei means pretty,but what's xian?"&lt;br /&gt;Me:*want to answer*&lt;br /&gt;JiaYi:*interrupts* Salty!&lt;br /&gt;Ms Sazryna:"Oh,Denise is pretty salty."&lt;br /&gt;Okay,I know it isn't really funny but&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I think the class would know why it's hilarious.Anyway,in the end,ms Sazryna said malay,&lt;em&gt;sayang&lt;/em&gt;,and she officially owes us 50 cents (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home econs was normal,american breakfast.But we couldn't eat them when it was hot,but nevermind,being humans,we sneaked a bite when the teacher's aren't looking anyway.Haha!Almost got bored to death inside there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed back after school for class photos,added the lettuce or cabbage leaves into the two slices of bread and put the hot dog in the middle.I know it sounds wrong.And ate the so-called sandwich.And took Faiz's piece of er,lettuce/cabbage leave cos I wanted to eat them,so thanks Faiz (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-1285528209212240471?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/1285528209212240471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=1285528209212240471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/1285528209212240471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/1285528209212240471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-sick-and-tired-of-all-needless.html' title='So sick and tired of all the needless pleading.'/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-4890286277326707558</id><published>2008-01-13T21:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T21:16:32.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You've never told me what I should do.</title><content type='html'>Went to get my scholarship today.I'm $500 richer,yeah!But I can't spend the money anyway.Anyway,woke up at 7.30 and groaned,I hate waking up so early in the morning.Did the same morning rituals and off to Cheng San Community Club or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit there and did nothing other than chat with Justin and Hui Yi.Huiyi went to see her sister get the award and Justin simply woke up that early,he's crazy.Waited like hell and it finally started.Saw a hell lot of Rosyth students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My turn after a pretty long time.They said "Kang mei xian" and I was like,huh?That's me what,but the girl infront just walked like it was normal to have her name said wrongly,then after that she said,Kang Mei Xian again and I got mine.Well,she said the "xian" as "xuan" so assume her name is Kang Mei Xuan.Cool eh?Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name isn't special anymore,hmph.There was a Denise Yen and a Denise Wee,roarrr! Fine,my name is common anyway ;D&lt;br /&gt;My day just went past like that,yeah,that kinda sums it up. I'm gonna go do my hw(: Something tells me that I'll never finish if I don't start now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-4890286277326707558?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/4890286277326707558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=4890286277326707558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/4890286277326707558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/4890286277326707558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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kinda made me sleepy cos I never really liked poetry,they never fail to baffle me.Mrs Foo's lessons could literally make me snooze in her class,but I never really got the oppurtunity now that she knows I love snoozing in lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh like some crazy person in math cos Faiz-the-stupid-clown drew Idiot At Work on a piece of fulscap paper and then sticking it onto Aravin's chair without Mrs Koh noticing,it was hilarious cos Aravin didn't know as well.Jia Yi borrowed tape from Faiz and it almost went out of the window.So I was there guffawing like some crazy person and Mrs Koh was looking at the people near me.Anyway,in conclusion,Aravin found out when Jiayi taped another piece of tape there.And I was STILL laughing like some crazy person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science next,what a bummer.Did some super lame experiment that I wouldn't even want to talk about.Needless to say,she called me Pee-neese again.Eurgh,someone PLEASE correct her,I don't enjoy being called a human body part.Well,a GUY human body part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA carnival was a complete disaster in my opinion.Nobody was even near to happy,nobody in the band.Frustration and tempers ran high and the weather did nothing to help.The spot we were put at weren't to our advantage either.Music blaring and the sec ones just came and go.Not many wanting to sign up,I think we looked too scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner after band with Dalston,Lihua,Cxl,Yoongluck,Xiaoting,Mengliang,Brandon and Weizheng.The mood became somewhat sombre cos of that piece of news.I'm gonna go sleep or something,buhbye humans (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tuning in ;The Sharpest Lives-My Chemical Romance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-7914864521410833635?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-6599085455400899131</id><published>2008-01-10T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T22:15:02.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's school human.</title><content type='html'>School's okay I guess.English lessons first,did stuff from the Thematic Vocabulary and Comprehension whatnot in general.Mrs Foo(I'm putting Mrs Foo cos I know she reads my blog) played Goodbye My Lover-James Blunt for us to learn the Six extremely-important grammar rules which I always fail to not memorise.I hate James Blunt,first,he sounds gay.Two,his songs are the usual sappy and slow love songs,which I hate,oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History next,as usual,Sazy told me to clip up my fringe so that I can go throw my rubbish into the bin.Eurgh,pretty much copied literally everything from Jermaine cos I haven't even read that topic,yes I'm still slacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irene Yeo's lesson next after recess.I'm pretty much infuriated by the way she pronounces my name.First off,she pronounces my name in the cheena version,Dee-neese.I'm not bothered with that cos I'm used to people calling me Dee-neese.But she made the Dee sound like Peee and therefore what I heard was Pee-neese.Now you know why I'm infuriated,(it sounds like the P5 pronounciation of the male reproductive organ which I don't intend to type out cos I still think it's obscene).As if I need her to remind me the teasing I had in P5 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese next,was reading Half Blood Prince under my desk,wthell,I'm not interested in chinese lessons thank you.Especially when all we had to do was write the same words over and over again.Rushed that and I just continued reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assembly was on the EAGLES and Good Progress awards.The very "gracious" me didn't clap and it definitely didn't help that the 2E2 guys are damn immature laughing like some hyenas making fun of other's names like Pameline became Pamelo,I wonder if they'd realise that they are fourteen this year and not eleven.Eurgh,breathed in oxygen with the sweat smell from the guys.Eurgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rained like hell today,amazingly,I ain't drenched (: So that's cool ;D Thanks a mil Siew Hua!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-6599085455400899131?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/6599085455400899131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=6599085455400899131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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again (: I've decided to be a good human and stay positive.Hmm..Parade Square's floor was effing wet,so it's the entire school to the hall.It's not fair for us,hmph.Lucky sec threes,don't have to bear with the idiotic naggings from absurd teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shan't post about school cos it's pretty much the same and I'm not really in the mood for blogging anyway.So I'm gonna post about band (: Haha.Sectionals first,became a look out for Brandon cos he wants to play the flute and piccolo.Went back to the music room,played Harrrry Potter ,that's our individual-section song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lun trained us on sight reading again.Mama Mia and Smooth.Mine sucks,big time.My rhythm is shit.I think I kicked down Mei En's flute,by accident of course.But I don't know if I did or not cos I didn't feel anything.Sorry Mei En.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what?Mr Brandon Yeo fell for that trick,niahahahahah.My very first victim (: But I got piak-ed back by him anyway-.-Eurgh.It's not fair,he whacked me on my face first,I don't know on purpose or not but it's cos there was a flautist in 1E5 ;DD Jasper.My already-flat-nose is officially flattened -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what?I'm gonna go do my stupid chinese holiday assignment.Bye(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-4749255448571614839?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/4749255448571614839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=4749255448571614839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/4749255448571614839'/><link rel='self' 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was fine,what can I say?I can't really complain right?Complaining can't make Irene Yeo die of a heartattack or something(damn I'm evil).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe was fine cos we didn't do much strenouous stuff.Height and weight first.I tested the machine and realised that I grew!Yay I grew!And my gained 500 grams,hoho.I was literally jumping about and screaming I grew right outside the staffroom,of course,the PE teachers were looking at me as if I was some crazy poot.Then took my height and weight again,and for some weird reason,I gained another 100 grams.Weird eh? Went to the hall,and I could jog three rounds around the hall withot stopping.Now that's an achievement (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next lesson,Irene Yeo's.She self praised herself,eurgh.Self-praise is good but then she's decieving herself."I'm a very humorous person,I have a gift of making people laugh.If you don't believe me,ask your seniors.They will tell you." Like most of the people who already knew her,I snorted. And she continued talking naturally,I floated out of the classroom(with songs from My Chemical Romance blasting into my left ear).And then she said something that was meant to be a joke.Guess what?Nobody laughed.Then she was like,"Eh!Why you guys never laugh." All of us gave a sarcastic laugh and she was happy with that.How weird can she get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lesson after recess was Character Development,it's just a fancy name for CME.How lame can the school get? Anyway,we got our class committee already,and the seatings changed.I'm sitting beside Jermaine (: And the good thing is I can quarrel with Julie,niahahaha.And make friends with Jamie too,so it's kind of like killing two birds with one stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home Econs was the last lesson,got a weird Mrs Ho or something as our teacher.Another teacher that nags as though it's a different context in every nag.And of course,like almost all the teachers,she expects us to have the best attitude,behaviour,results and that sorta stereotype shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compass point next,I bought my pencil case already,say yeah! And bought weird badges and that preeetaye skull badge.Popular next and I spent a damn long time looking for my pen refills.I hate popular,eurgh.It's not blur-people friendly.Went crazy with Julie,Widhiah and Hazimah.The only sane person there was Ahmad.By the way,now I know why Weihong thinks that they were attached. I'm not gonna say why cos I have a weird feeling either Ahmad or Julie will chase me around the school with a chopper of that D&amp;amp;T saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what?I'm gonna start on my hw or go to sleep.Bye organisms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-1348843535056756027?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/1348843535056756027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=1348843535056756027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/1348843535056756027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/1348843535056756027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2008/01/schoooooool.html' title='Schoooooool.'/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-7118858948311787475</id><published>2008-01-07T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T21:29:19.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The first day of schooling-school.</title><content type='html'>Today was pretty eventful,though it made me kind of fatigued right now.But what the heck,it beats having your butt glued to anything you're supposed to sit on and listen to warbler after warbler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths was,well math.Mrs Koh was being the usual naggy self,needless to say,the day started with her talking about Amath and the 2007 sec2 cohort;talking about how badly they did whatsoever.And she began teaching the first chapter,I kept floating out of the classroom,I can't help it.It's a natural thing for me to do in math.Gahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English was pretty boring,yes it was boring.But it brought laughter during the first few minutes,niahahahaha.Homework,as usual.Sigh,I hate homework.Especially english ones.Gahhh.I'm gonna have to dig for my EIG.Dammit,I think I lost it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent my time sleeping in chinese lesson,not like she cares anyway.But what the heck,I did my notes already,so she can't kill me for sleeping.Speaking of chinese,I completely forgotten about the stupid chinese assignment,which I have no idea when I should hand in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tami's lesson next,she's alright I guess.Just like any other teachers,starting with the Olevel shit and then starting the lesson.Well,she started on the summary,and I was too goddamned bored to listen so I ended up vandalising Widhiah's table (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs V is pretty nice,well that's my first impression of her.She's funny and she's humorous which most teachers most certainly lack.She spent the entire lesson getting to know us,but it always ended up as us laughing our heads off.Well, me and ambika,to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sazy's lesson next,you don't want me to talk about it.Spent most of my after school-before band hours shuttling between Hazimah's house and school.Finally had the time to eat and it's off to band we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band was fine this time(:And that's a marvellous thing,I mean,it's been a g e s since I last felt so acomplished.Improvements were made to my playing,well,at least it's up to par with my previous playing,a feat considering that fact that I totally lost my embrochure.Yeah,that sucked.My high notes are still like shit cos it's too shrill for the ears,it's too airy and it sounds constipated.Yeah,it's that bad.So I'm gonna work on it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights From Harry Potter,that's what the flute section's gonna play.Cool eh?Haha,the downside was Rosyth Concert Band never played this song before,I learnt the song in P3 but I have no idea what happened and the song was not played,roarr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in a long time,I came home early (: Which means I didn't eat out today,well because my dad ain't free.Niahahahaha.And I have the second album of My Chemical Romance,Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge.Say yeah! Hoho,That's another album added into my collection.Damn I've never been so into a band or singer before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being pretty much exhausted by everything right now.Maybe that's why I'm feeling pretty much like a failure cos I'm not accomplishing anything.Tomorrow's gonna suck way more than today.Irene Yeo,Raj AND home econs,Help me will ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so not looking foward to Irene Yeo's lesson.Gahh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-7118858948311787475?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/7118858948311787475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=7118858948311787475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/7118858948311787475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/7118858948311787475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-day-of-schooling-school.html' title='The first day of schooling-school.'/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-3204053502825351998</id><published>2008-01-05T23:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T01:20:56.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day out at Ikea.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R3-mvjE5CfI/AAAAAAAAAP8/NUC022pT2LQ/s1600-h/sayCHEESE%C2%A90787.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152019834534955506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R3-mvjE5CfI/AAAAAAAAAP8/NUC022pT2LQ/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90787.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cheryl,not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R3-mvzE5CgI/AAAAAAAAAQE/988g100Z3z0/s1600-h/sayCHEESE%C2%A90788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152019838829922818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R3-mvzE5CgI/AAAAAAAAAQE/988g100Z3z0/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90788.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R3-mvzE5ChI/AAAAAAAAAQM/ayMDs1b9Uf4/s1600-h/sayCHEESE%C2%A90789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152019838829922834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R3-mvzE5ChI/AAAAAAAAAQM/ayMDs1b9Uf4/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90789.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She was playing with the mosquito net and talking to her friend -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R3-mvzE5CiI/AAAAAAAAAQU/m3M7JTKsdKA/s1600-h/sayCHEESE%C2%A90790.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152019838829922850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R3-mvzE5CiI/AAAAAAAAAQU/m3M7JTKsdKA/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90790.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Say hello to the crazy monkey in the house who loves laughing gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R3-mnjE5CaI/AAAAAAAAAPU/-CuoUCcTYLA/s1600-h/sayCHEESE%C2%A90779.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152019697096001954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R3-mnjE5CaI/AAAAAAAAAPU/-CuoUCcTYLA/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90779.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One example of how we don't look alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R3-mnjE5CbI/AAAAAAAAAPc/2TVWWz7siZo/s1600-h/sayCHEESE%C2%A90780.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152019697096001970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R3-mnjE5CbI/AAAAAAAAAPc/2TVWWz7siZo/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90780.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See?I told you we don't look alike though we're sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R3-mnjE5CcI/AAAAAAAAAPk/MNXZxiSbxf8/s1600-h/sayCHEESE%C2%A90783.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152019697096001986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R3-mnjE5CcI/AAAAAAAAAPk/MNXZxiSbxf8/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90783.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She looked packaged ,haha.Anyway,she found it lame that I kept taking pictures of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R3-mnzE5CdI/AAAAAAAAAPs/3dnIqnVyEac/s1600-h/sayCHEESE%C2%A90785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152019701390969298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R3-mnzE5CdI/AAAAAAAAAPs/3dnIqnVyEac/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90785.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For the first time,I'm convinced that we share some resemblence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R3-mnzE5CeI/AAAAAAAAAP0/m8JM3oDEqG8/s1600-h/sayCHEESE%C2%A90786.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152019701390969314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R3-mnzE5CeI/AAAAAAAAAP0/m8JM3oDEqG8/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90786.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cheryl Kang imitating my moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out with family to Ikea today,to get shelves for my room and my sister's.Cheryl and I were pretty much very high inside Ikea playing as if we were five,then tempers ran high cos of some lame reason or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway,ate at Giant before going to Ikea.I was queueing for food,then I distinctly remember an auntie standing behind me and that irritating auntie kept poking her boobs on my back,how sick is that?As if it wasn't squeezy enough.What the fuck.Naturally,I moved to the right to make myself comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister joined me and she asked me where I was standing,and I said between the two,infront of the auntie and behind another err,human.The queue moved and that stupid auntie moved till I can't move inbetween them,leaving a gap behind her.What the fuck right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never liked aunties,and she is the worst of the species.The Super Bitch Auntie,anyway,just so you know,me and my sister annoyed her by talking about her loudly behind her back.She kept wanting to look back but she didn't really look back cos she just turned enough to see to her right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's the type of auntie thinks that she's super old and therefore the whole world should worship her and make way for her.Mind you,she looked like she's in her fifties only.What the fuck can?Eurgh,now you can't blame me for disliking aunties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And in the end,my dad ordered for us;when he came back,I was telling him about the super bitch behaviour of the Super Bitch Auntie.And he said that she was effing slow and she took her own sweet time at the queue,making people behind her wait.Ugh,how considerate eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A picture of her.She kept turning her back on me,I think she knew that I was gonna take a picture of her.Cos I told my sister,"I might just do what xiaxue do and bitch about her."&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152019057145874834" style="DISPLAY: block; 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&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DENISE&lt;/strong&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's Not A Fashion Statement,It's A Fucking Deathwish.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.What color(a skittle) would you be: Orange.&lt;br /&gt;5.Chinese zodiac: Dog.&lt;br /&gt;6.Horoscope: Leo.&lt;br /&gt;7.Hair color: Black,but somewhat sunbleached.&lt;br /&gt;8.Eye color: Black,that's according to my sister.&lt;br /&gt;9.Height: Still 151 I guess,not much change cos Cxl is still towering over me.&lt;br /&gt;10.Fave color: Orange and black.&lt;br /&gt;11.Glasses: Yes,silver-rimmed.&lt;br /&gt;12.Braces: No.&lt;br /&gt;13.Piercing/tattoos(permanent or non): Five piercings and no tattoos.&lt;br /&gt;14.Pet: A rabbit,an arowana and a few parrot fish.&lt;br /&gt;15.Postal code: I prefer not to reveal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Have you ever-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.Cut you own hair?: That happened 7-8 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;17.Did something you regretted?: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;18.Hugged someone of no relationship (in blood) with you?: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;19.Skipped school?: I would if I could but I can't.&lt;br /&gt;20.Bungee jump?:No.&lt;br /&gt;21.Jump off a building?:For what?&lt;br /&gt;22.Dumped someone?:No.&lt;br /&gt;23.TP’d someone’s house?:I don't get this either.&lt;br /&gt;24.Been arrested?:No.&lt;br /&gt;25.Won something?:Yes.&lt;br /&gt;26.Been rejected?:I'd prefer not to reveal.&lt;br /&gt;27.Been to a funeral?:10-11 years ago,the death of my great-grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;29.Been on stage?:Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--favourite--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;30.Season: Autumn.&lt;br /&gt;31.Food: Bubble tea!If that's counted as food.&lt;br /&gt;32.Icecream flavor: I prefer sorbets.&lt;br /&gt;33.School subject: I hate school.&lt;br /&gt;34.Person: I don't have a favourite person in particular.&lt;br /&gt;35:Book: Harry Potter series,True Singapore Ghost Stories.&lt;br /&gt;36.Movies: Harrryyy Potttttter (: &lt;br /&gt;37.Songs: Famous Last Words,I'm Not Okay(I Promise),You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prision,The Phantom Of The Opera,Highlights From Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;38.Park: One of them in Singapore (:&lt;br /&gt;39.State: Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;40.Sport to watch: I'm not into sports.&lt;br /&gt;41.Place: Home.&lt;br /&gt;42.Bands: My Chemical Romance,Good Charlotte and Skyband!&lt;br /&gt;43.Letters in alphabets: D,E,N,I,S,K,A,G,M,X (:&lt;br /&gt;44. Restaurants: I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;45.Cartoon/anime characters: Cookie Monster!Well,it just popped into my head -.-&lt;br /&gt;46.Tv Station: Channel 5 and 8,sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;47.Name for a son: What the hell.&lt;br /&gt;48.Name for a daughter: Refer to above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-do you prefer-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;49.Chocolate or Vanilla or StrawBerry?: Chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;50.long relationships or long friendship?: Can I have both?&lt;br /&gt;51.Dogs or cats or hamsters: Dogs.&lt;br /&gt;52.Horror flicks or comedys or love storys or dramatic but educational or real life biographys?: Horror flicks and comedy.&lt;br /&gt;53.Short or long hair: Short.&lt;br /&gt;54.Croutons or bacon: Croutons.&lt;br /&gt;55.Kissing or hugging: What the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-first thing that comes into your mind-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56.Mexico: Bandittos!&lt;br /&gt;57.School: Depressing.&lt;br /&gt;58.Grass: Cows.&lt;br /&gt;59. Cows: Milk.&lt;br /&gt;60.Canada: Band.&lt;br /&gt;61.Mouse: Mickey.&lt;br /&gt;62.Hands: Fries.(I'm eating them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-the past 48 hours, have you-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63.Watched a movie? No.&lt;br /&gt;64. Talked on the phone? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;65.Cried? No.What for?&lt;br /&gt;66.Threw up? No.&lt;br /&gt;67.Drank a glass of water? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;68.Done drugs? No.&lt;br /&gt;69.Read a book or magazine? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;70.Watched TV? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;71.Looked in the mirror?: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;72.Taken a shower?: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;73.Taken picture with others or yourself?: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;74.Listened to music?: Yes,and I still am.&lt;br /&gt;75.Kissed someone?: No.&lt;br /&gt;76.Told someone you liked them?: No.&lt;br /&gt;77.Thought of any guy or gal?: Yes.(girl)&lt;br /&gt;78.Smoked?: No.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-2274113410385618959?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/2274113410385618959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=2274113410385618959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/2274113410385618959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/2274113410385618959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2008/01/boredom-often-leads-to-quizzes.html' title='Boredom often leads to quizzes.'/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-5661873657130282427</id><published>2008-01-05T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T11:37:53.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another pang of nostalgia.</title><content type='html'>Got hit by a pang of nostalgia once again.I'm not adjusting to sec two life,not at all and that's really odd cos I'm pretty good at adapting to life,just not this year.Damn,2008 isn't going to be a good year after all.Yes,I'm convinced that this year's gonna suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's extremely odd to see another forty students being called 1E1.But it feels more odd being addressed as 2E1,everything seems so surreal.And it certainly helped that our classroom is the same as that of last year's.Just that the tag outside is now 2E1 and not 1E1.Anyway,it felt as if I've stepped into a classroom with clones as classmates.Having a new student with us didn't help either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roarr! I want to be Sec 1.I'm having rubbish for teachers,well,some of them.Not all,I'm not complaining that Mrs Foo's our english teacher.But Irene Yeo?! C'mon,something tells me that she can knock me off in a minute or two.And it certainly doesn't help that I'm gonna have to go for streaming this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying's gonna happen on monday.*Groans* Who loves having your butt glued onto the chair and all you do is sit and listen,float in and out of class or snoozing because the lesson doesn't have anything interesting at all.And with Irene Yeo as our teacher?Help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what?I'm gonna go (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-5661873657130282427?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/5661873657130282427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-1351598169230387401</id><published>2008-01-04T21:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T21:56:16.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's called school.</title><content type='html'>Third and last day of no-studying school.No talks today,a bonus.Even for people like me,sitting for hours on end,having your bottom glued to the floor is living hell.Hmm..Did nothing interesting today.School revolved around the personalizing of the tables,some weird talk about cyber pals and that's just about all.Yes it's that interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First practice of band for the year today.Honestly,I think the band practice today was absolutely pointless.I lost my embrochure for the flute,and I sounded awful.My sound was weak and airy,it's demoralising.Flute section's gonna play Highlights From Harry Potter for CCA carnival,haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at KFC with Dalston,Mengliang,Xiaoting,Brandon,LiHua,CXL and Nigel.Walked around compass and ended up at SKCC,listening to Lihua and Brandon singing duet after duet.And then playing the staring game with Cxl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes,I know,a very interesting day.Roarrrr!By the way,is it normal for you to have a gazillion thoughts whizzing through your head and after that,you'll realise that you have no idea what you're thinking about?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-1351598169230387401?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/1351598169230387401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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(:&lt;br /&gt;RULES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. for each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3.YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NOMATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS "I CAN'T DO THIS!!"YOU SAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Promise -Vanessa Hudgens&lt;/em&gt;.(I'm supposed to make them promise that they can't do that.Right.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blood-My Chemical Romance&lt;/em&gt;.(My personality is bloody?This doesn't make sense)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Sweet Escape-Gwen Stefani&lt;/em&gt;.(Makes perfect sense -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Don't Love You-My Chemical Romance&lt;/em&gt;.(I feel like I don't love anybody today?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Sharpest Lives-My Chemical Romance&lt;/em&gt;.(Oh,my life purpose is to lead the sharpest lives.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disenchanted-My Chemical Romance&lt;/em&gt;.(Oh.I get this answer,&lt;em&gt;yeah right&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girlfriend-Avril Lavigne&lt;/em&gt;.(My friends think that I'm a bitch.Yeah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Start Of Something New-Zac Efron and Vanessa Hudgens.(Right.) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This Is How I Disappear-My Chemical Romance.(I think about how I'm gonna disappear.) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BESTIE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Phantom Of The Opera-Andrew Lloyd Webber,arranged by Johan De Meij&lt;/em&gt;.(Oh!Widhiah and Louisa are phantoms.Hohoho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When You're Gone-Avril Lavigne&lt;/em&gt;.(Right.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Best Damn Thing-Avril Lavigne&lt;/em&gt;.(My life story is the best damn thing.Yeah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cubicles-My Chemical Romance&lt;/em&gt;.(Oh,I want to be a toilet when I grow up.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cancer-My Chemical Romance&lt;/em&gt;.(Oh,the person I like must have reminded me of cancer-.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You Are The Music In Me-High School Musical 2 Cast&lt;/em&gt;.(Makes perfect sense-.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The End-My Chemical Romance&lt;/em&gt;.(I'll dance to the end,till I die.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prision-My Chemical Romance&lt;/em&gt;(*Stunned*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Famous Last Words-My Chemical Romance&lt;/em&gt;.(My hobby is looking at the incomplete and sufferings of other people.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;House Of Wolves-My Chemical Romance&lt;/em&gt;.(I don't know what to say cos I haven't quite understood the song yet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Happy Ending-Avril Lavigne&lt;/em&gt;.(My biggest secret is that I have a hidden exboyfriend-.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fly-Hilary Duff&lt;/em&gt;.(Huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT SONG WILL BE THE SUBJECT WHEN YOU'RE POSTING&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sleep-My Chemical Romance&lt;/em&gt;.(It makes sense!Cos I feel like sleeping to escape from the goddamned headache.Which was caused by the effing paint fumes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS:I have no idea why,but my MP3,even though it's on shuffle,keep getting to My Chemical Romance songs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-2184544934753470610?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/2184544934753470610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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co-ordinators.Which was boring to the max,I slipped of to daydream land within five minutes.The weather didn't help at all.The cool weather just made me feel like sleeping more.Snoozed for quite a period of time and spent the rest of the time trying to stay awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an interesting day.All I had to do is to stick my butt on to the anywhere that they ask us to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what?I'm in the mood for quizzes (: So I'm gonna do one in the next post ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-759089245294548194?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/759089245294548194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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the respect for attire,attitude and everything.She can't even cut us some slack on our attire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this guy that retained for the second year running already.I have no idea what his name is.He thought I was a newly-transferred student.So when we were about to go back to class,he asked me if I was new here.And he seem absolutely shocked to know that I've been here since last year.Hah!This shows that I'm unnoticeable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to class and got a nagging-cum-lecturing session by sazryna about attire.Girls with the fringe,nails,socks,skirt and ear holes..And guys with their shirt.Ugh,I've been pretty much spoilt.Thank you very much,I can't get used to having some human surveying me telling me that my fringe is unacceptable and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about discipline after recess.I slept for fifteen minutes,hoho.And spent the remaining chatting with Widhiah,Hazimah and Michelle.Hoho,who bothers about his talk about discipline.It's the usual about CCA attendance,attire,and all that shit.Not to mention his once-upon-a-time stories that nobody bothers to listen.I think a full-fledged riot can happen under his nose and he'll continue with his discipline crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More form teacher-student crap.Had our attire checked by Sazryna,she said that my fringe was unacceptable(when I clipped it already T.T) and I had no watch.She wants the entire class to have watch,how ironic.Hmph.It's pathetic that we're the only sec two class on the ground floor.In other words,2E1 is surrounded by Sec 1 students.Poor 1E1 is surrounded by sec two,I assume that they were supposed to be in our classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to compass to increase the amount of clips I have,with sazryna at your heel everytime,it's a must to have a lot of clips with you,just in case.Bought lunch and I'm now home (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P/s: I wanted to sleep,now.But the stupid paint in my room isn't dry -.- Hmph.Why must my dad ask the painter to paint during school days.Argh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-5335786566017101969?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/5335786566017101969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=5335786566017101969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/5335786566017101969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/5335786566017101969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2008/01/today-officially-marks-day-of-studying.html' title=''/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-8541066688314598737</id><published>2008-01-01T00:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T00:08:44.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy New Year living things!&lt;/span&gt; It's the year two thousand eight already.Let's put the negative stuff behind us and lead a fabulous two thousand and eight.Let bygones be bygones.Remember all the good stuff that happened to you this year ;DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well,it's best to have New Year Resolution right? So..I'm gonna list mine down (: I'm goddamned bored anyway(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Be less messy.That way,filing won't be a stressful event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Get more coloured clothes,those that aren't black.Well,I'm still in the black phase (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Save at least $1 a day.I know me,I'm gonna spend everything on one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Save 1/4 of my redpacket money for emergency uses like impromptu concerts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Actually bother to pay attention in Math and Physics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's all I can think of now. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P/s:I removed all the fufilled wishes cos it's a new year.(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-8541066688314598737?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/8541066688314598737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=8541066688314598737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/8541066688314598737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/8541066688314598737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year-living-things-its-year.html' title=''/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-9029495874799289140</id><published>2007-12-31T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T22:57:40.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let's all throw water balloons at each other shall we?Well,not water balloons,guitars,drumset,eyeliner.Everything!Wanna know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cos My Chemical Romance has 3 songs that I heard inside the Top 100 Countdown&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Here's for all I know.(Well,I started listening only from number 51.) Okay,here goes.&lt;br /&gt;51.Famous Last Words.&lt;br /&gt;12.I Don't Love You.&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;NUMBER ONE!&lt;/u&gt; &lt;strong&gt;WELCOME TO THE BLACK PARADE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They top the 987fm charts for &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;five&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; weeks!That's a record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaand,it's not only the songs that topped the charts.Their latest album;&lt;b&gt;The Black Parade&lt;/b&gt; too, top the chart for 987 album of the year.Beating The Sweet Escape(Gwen Stefani) , The Duchess(Fergie) and Future Love/Sex Sounds(Justin Timberlake).That's all that I remember.Well,I was watching TV too what,it's hard to concentrate on both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a good reason to throw drumsets,guitars,guitar picks,drumsticks,eye liner,eye shadows,arm bands.EVERYTHING at each other.Oh yeah,I'm happy,happy,happpppppppppeh!&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Congratulations My Chemical Romance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-8473292733147465959</id><published>2007-12-28T21:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T00:45:11.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to Julie's house for movie marathon and of course,for us to copy math,under the pretext of "doing homework".Anyway,none of us knew how to go to Julie's house.So she picked us up from Compass Point.I was late,bought passion red tea.Well,I didn't want passion red tea.I dislike them.Apparently,the person misheard "Pearl red tea" as "Passion red tea".For those who drink either of them,you would already know why I couldn't tell.The drinks were of the same colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,I couldn't do anything to the already-drank passion red tea.I just continued drinking,it tasted a bit like ice lemon tea after awhile.Walked to Julie's house.And settled ourselves onto the sofa and we started watching movies and doing homework at the same time.Ratatouille first,then a cinderella story.Julie's dad always comes home at five plus,so we left the house at about,5.10?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently,her dad wants to watch his shows like amazing race and such.So we couldn't watch movies anymore.Went downstairs,sat at those tables under the void deck.Played uno while Julie continues copying Widhiah's math.Then we played stress.We lost interest in it after awhile,Julie-the-lazy wanted to copy the linear graph too,but we kept asking her to hurry up.She gave up in the end.So that's a good thing.Then went to compass,apparently,I miss my bubble tea too much.So bought pearl red tea and I went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's starting,soon.Can someone tell me why I should look foward to school?I don't want to know who my form teacher is,nor any of the teachers.Neither do I want to see the big pile of papers called homework,the never ending nags from teachers about E1 and just about everything else.Oh well,school's school,whether I like it or not,I'll still have to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm contradicting myself.And that's weird.Anyway,Bye humans!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-8473292733147465959?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/8473292733147465959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-2976724414805511258</id><published>2007-12-27T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T12:54:42.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm pretty much super bored right now with absolutely nothing to do because I'm putting off homework.Yes,I'm procastinating right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[01] What is your natural hair color? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black,just like most asians.Well,it's kind of sunbleached too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[02] Where is your default picture taken? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Default picture?MSN;the clique collage(So there's many places).Friendster;VivoCity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[03] What's your middle name? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mei Xian.Damn I hate my chinese name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[04] What color do you hate most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neon green.In fact,neon colours in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[05] Does your crush like you back? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no crush.So what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[06] What is your current mood? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those neutral feelings where you are neither happy nor sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[07] What color underwear are you wearing? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think I'd actually check what colour underwear I wear?Even if I did,I'm still passing this on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[08] What makes you most happy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my wishes fufiled.*Points to wishlist* And of course,more friends can do the trick.Actually I have no idea what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[09] Look at a picture/poster in your room, who's on it? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my family many years ago during chinese new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[10] If you could go back in time and change something, what you would change?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[11] If you must be an animal for one day, what would you be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polar bear!Wait,I don't want to get hunted.Hmm,I want to be a lion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[12] Ever had a near death experience?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.I don't want to either,too much of a risk.Besides,it's freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[13] Something you do a lot?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[14] The songs stuck in yourhead?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House of wolves,Famous Last Words,Disenchanted.All from My Chemical Romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[15] What is your desktop background?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Chemical Romance collage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[16] What are you wearing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shirt that has been with me since I was 7 and shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[17] When was the last time you cried? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a time ago,for my art grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[18] Have you ever sung in front of a large audience?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.I don't think I want to either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[19] If you could have one superpower what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power to have all the powers I want.Either that or the power to manipulate fire,I want to scorch people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[20] What's the first thing(s) you notice about the opposite sex?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[21] What do you usually order from Starbucks? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't go to starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[25] What's your biggest secret?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I say it here,it won't be a secret won't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[23] Favorite color? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Orange&lt;/span&gt; and black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[24] Is it sunny or raining?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither.It's cloudy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[25] Do you still watch kiddymovies or TV shows?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No,not really.But I still think elmo's world is nice to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[26] What are you eating or drinking at the moment? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[27] Do you speak any other language?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese,though not fluent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[28] What's your favorite smell?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[29] If you could describe your life in one word what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unpredictable. C'mon,who's life is predictable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[30] When was the last time you received a hug?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[31] Have you ever kissed in the rain? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm passing this on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[32] What/who are you thinking about right now? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about the mount of homework still undone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[33] What should you be doing? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[34] What was the last thingthat made you upset/angry?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework.Cos I forgot how to draw linear graphs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[35] How often do you laugh?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[36] Do you like working in the yard? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[37] If you could have any last name in the world, what would you want?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer my current surname.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-2976724414805511258?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/2976724414805511258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=2976724414805511258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/2976724414805511258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/2976724414805511258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-pretty-much-super-bored-right-now_27.html' title=''/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-4073914034613699782</id><published>2007-12-26T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T20:49:22.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School's starting in a week,someone please tell me what I should look foward to in school.There's no way I'm gonna look foward to listening to the probably-more-than-an-hour lecture,or what he call a speech about school and all that.I remembered that first "speech" he made,naturally,I wasn't listening.I was busy chatting with Grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My math homework is less than 4/5 undone.And usually,I spend an hour doing one page,which isn't a lot.It helps when you totally forget how to do math when your brain completely went on hiatus.I'm officially hyperventilating at the thought of homework.Teachers are sadistic,that's the only word that I can describe them.They love making students hyperventilate,clearly knowing that we'll leave it to the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing to post already.So bye humans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-4073914034613699782?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/4073914034613699782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-6600413303799157641</id><published>2007-12-24T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T19:03:50.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today sucks,big time.It doesn't go under the category,"The unluckiest/suck-iest day of my thirteen years on Earth."It just goes under one of the sucky days,perhaps a little bit more so.I'm just trying to elongate my post here.I'm in a state of hysterics and self-denial.I'm snapping at everybody at the moment,I think.Want to know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My hair is like shit.&lt;br /&gt;2. I look hideous.&lt;br /&gt;3. I look like a guy.&lt;br /&gt;4. My hair is screwed.&lt;br /&gt;5. I look like a china doll.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Same as the first.&lt;br /&gt;7. Same as the second.&lt;br /&gt;8. Same as the third.&lt;br /&gt;9. Same as the fourth.&lt;br /&gt;10. Same as the fifth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally,merry x'mas humans! Even though it's a day early ): Sucks that my family don't celebrate christmas T.T&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to list out all my wishes for santa to fufil.&lt;br /&gt;1. All those on my wishlist (:&lt;br /&gt;2. Bless me with superb brain power on christmas so that I can finish all my  math homework without spending an hour on one page.&lt;br /&gt;3. A new school bag.&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm in serious need of more black tops and coloured bottoms.&lt;br /&gt;5. My hair to grow till it looks nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,I'm done ranting (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-6600413303799157641?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/6600413303799157641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=6600413303799157641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/6600413303799157641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/6600413303799157641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2007/12/today-sucksbig-time.html' title=''/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-4142276524508245828</id><published>2007-12-23T23:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T23:29:06.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ecTE6lXI-m0&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm disturbed,very disturbed.I can't even describe how disturbed I am.That's the first part.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gZUzFYwZlXA&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The second part.I don't want to die so early.There's so many things I want to do.): Argh,this'd better not be true):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-4142276524508245828?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/4142276524508245828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=4142276524508245828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/4142276524508245828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/4142276524508245828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-disturbedvery-disturbed.html' title=''/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-2329768285905717881</id><published>2007-12-22T23:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T23:52:21.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Tangyuan days humans!Honestly,I have absolutely no idea what's the use for eating tangyuan.But it's nice anyway.Mine was home-made,hoho.Whereas YuXiang's and Darrel's ones were the one that you buy from the supermarket,those frozen ones where all you have to do is to pop it into boiling water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tangyuan aside,my sister went a bit well,mentally unsound today.She laughed as if she had swallowed an entire truck of laughing gas.Well,apparently,I think it's her butt that affected her brain,her left butt(Sorry for the obscenity).It happened during lunch time,once she woke up from a very deep sleep.She said that it's very  nice to sleep when your muscles are aching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,I was telling her how Ray Toro's head was cut open when Frank Iero swung his guitar and accidently hit Ray on the head.I guess most of you will wince at that fact,guess what my sister did.She laughed.Yeah she did,as if it was comical (It wasn't manical laughter).I just went,"what the hell..." And she laughed and laughed and laughed like there was no tomorrow.She continued laughing all the way til my mom told her to check if the clothes were dry.And she laughed while saying that they weren't.Is she mentally unsound or what?What's so funny about not dried clothes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the second time was in the car after our trip from Giant(Tampines).Well,we were still at tampines waiting for my mom with the hotdogs.And she went laughing at something,can't remember what.She laughed when I said a sarcastic "haha".And she laughed like dontknow-what.My dad thinks that there is something seriously wrong with her cos the senses aren't supposed to be triggered like that.I think the opposite,I was like that last year what,Jetaime' s laughter is infectious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what?I broke the record and came in fifth in tetris,well,in my dad's phone(It isn't really a phone cos the real term is "Pocket PC" but whatever ).The top four were the computer .Hoho,okay bye ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-2329768285905717881?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/2329768285905717881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=2329768285905717881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/2329768285905717881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/2329768285905717881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-tangyuan-days-humanshonestlyi.html' title=''/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-2840650957667555697</id><published>2007-12-21T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T16:04:58.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Letter A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you angry?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your age?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tulmultuous thirteen(Is that how you spell tumultuous?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What annoys you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nose killing me,People's sleeves who tickles my arm,People hitting my bag &amp;amp;more actually.Just that I'm lazy to continue (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever been arrested?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.I don't intend to either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Letter B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you have a Beautiful house?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it's beautiful.But it's definitely ancient.&amp;amp;Homey (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When is your birthday?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth of August :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who is your best friend?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louisa Lim,Widhiah and Hui Yi (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Letter C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's your favorite candy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fruitips FruitGum :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who's your crush?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one at the moment.I'm at the stage where I'm stereotyping guys (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When was the last time you cried?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago?I'm not the one that really cry anyway (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Letter D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you daydream?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the time!I'm extremely good at daydreaming (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's your favorite kind of dog? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What day of the week is it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Letter E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you like your eggs?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever been in the emergency room?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.Nor do I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's the easiest thing ever to do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Letter F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever flown in a hot airballoon?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly,No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Letter G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you chew gum?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rarely,but yeah,I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you like gummy candies?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup (: They're the best type of candddddddy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Letter H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;How are you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick,literally.My nose is going on some strike or something.I can't even BREATHE in peaceT.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How tall are you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;151cm.They should change the question to how Short are you -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what color is your hair?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Black&lt;/span&gt; and only&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; black&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Letter I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what's your favourite icecream?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sticky Chewy Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you play an instrument?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.The flute,the piccolo and that recorder which you learn in primary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Letter J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's your favorite jelly bean?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not into jelly beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever heard a really hilarious joke?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.But I can't remember the joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you wear jewelry now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.Unless you count earsticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Letter K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who do you want to kill?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to kill people.A slap would do :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you want kids?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This can wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where did you have kindergarten?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canaan Kindergarten.I think that's how it's spelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Letter L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you laid back?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you lie?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes,when necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Letter M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whats your favorite movie?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harrrrry Potttttttter , Enchanted ,Hairspray :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you still watch disney movies?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you like mangoes?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Letter N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you have a nickname?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whats your favorite number?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite numbers are overrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you prefer night over day?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Letter O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whats your one wish?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have more wishes (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you an only child?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you wish this was over?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything'll do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Letter P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;What one fear are you most paranoid about?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Letter Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you quick to judge people?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.I tend to observe before I start judging them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Letter R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you think you're always right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you watch reality tv?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whats a good reason to cry?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone close to you hurts you emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Letter S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you prefer sun or rain? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The sun.Rain makes my nose blocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's your favorite season? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autumn,eventhough I've never seen autumn before.But the leaves are going to be preetaye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Letter T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;What time is it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1600 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What time did you wake up?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err..1330 plus I think :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When was the last time you slept in a tent ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never slept in a tent before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Letter V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whats the worst veggie?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bittergourd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where do you want to go on vacation?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire world.I want to travel the world:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Letter W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where do you live?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seletar Hills Estate. I think that's what it's called,generally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Letter X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever had an x-ray? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.I want to though,it seems interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Letter Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you like the color yellow?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm okay with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What year were you born in?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nineteen Nintey Four (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Letter Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whats your zodiac sign?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The leo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you believe in the zodiac?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No,not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's your favorite zoo animal?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polar Bears.Cos they're cute.Lions are nice too ,when they don't eat me up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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title=''/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-7135619926912618348</id><published>2007-12-20T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T15:59:22.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Goth&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you like to be alone or do you like to be around people?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally,I prefer being around people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being alone makes you feel more depressed than you actually are.Being around people takes my mind off sad stuff.Of course,there are times where you really need to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do people annoy you?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally,no.Unless that person have a very strong trait of his or hers that I don't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lifestyle&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you live for the night?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No,not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you nocturnal?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of?I tend to sleep after three nowadays.And I always end up waking up in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you think there's a certain beauty about the moon that you cant explain?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.It's so...surreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;This/That&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sun/Moon:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun.The sun gives out light and heat.Whereas the moon is like some ornament.It does'nt really give light or heat to Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pepsi/Mountain Dew:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi.Cause I can't remember how Mountain Dew tastes like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sierra Mist/Sprite:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sprite.Cause I have no idea what Sierra Mist is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life/Death:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life.I'm too young to die,too many things left unfufilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Light/Dark:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light.Cause I'm not a fan of the dark.I don't like crazy shadows dancing around.It scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solitary/Crowded:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crowded.Solitary sounds so depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hatred/Love:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love.Hatred is unhealthy.Besides,the world could do with more love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;War/Peace:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.Why take away innocent lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;You in general&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your first name?: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denise :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How old are you?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ridiculously Thirteen :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite color?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Orange &lt;/span&gt;and sometimes&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;,Black&lt;/span&gt; ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite number?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea.Maybe Nine.My register number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite letter?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D,K,M and X. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you wish humanity would wipe itself out?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.I prefer to die of old age and I'd prefer to die peacefully.Thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you believe it will?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the rate of destruction,yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you smoke?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you tried it?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No,what for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If so, what do you smoke?: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This question is not appplicable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you tried weed?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If so, did you like it?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not applicable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you broken a law?(answer yes above, this is also yes):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does smuggling gum into the country count as broken the law?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What kind of music do you like?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock(Alternative or otherwise) and Band music (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite band/singer?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band;My Chemical Romance.Singer;Gerard Way x),Zac Efron,Vanessa Hudgens,Queen Latifah,Jojo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite CD?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The black parade!(My Chemical Romance :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite song?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disenchanted,The Phantom Of The Opera,This Is How I Disappear,Sleep,Cancer,Mama,Potential Breakup Song...The list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Your friends&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have friends?:&lt;br /&gt;What'd you think?Yes,I do have friends.&lt;br /&gt;Do you cherish them?:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.You spend most of your time with friends if you are always out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Label your friends&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weird:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clement.He's the only one that I can describe as weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ecstatic:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie,XueTing and Pig xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hyper:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie and Faiz.Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Preppy:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea who is preppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peppy:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the meaning of peppy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gothic:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I know anybody who is gothic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crazy:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie,Widhiah,Pig,Lihua,Charmaine and Faiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hurtful:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Decietful:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pig,Julie,Widhiah,Hazimah.Just about everybody I know actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Morbid:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XinMin :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poetic:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LiHua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Love&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you think love is pointless?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you been kissed?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you like to be?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What'd you think?I'm thirteen only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you bi, straight, or gay?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who would you go out with if you could?: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you have a b/f, g/f..are you faithful?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not applicable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is cyber cheating?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refer to above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last one,am i annoying you?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err..No.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-7135619926912618348?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/7135619926912618348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=7135619926912618348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/7135619926912618348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/7135619926912618348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2007/12/goth-do-you-like-to-be-alone-or-do-you.html' title=''/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-3238414848371213995</id><published>2007-12-19T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T21:55:23.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o2C2UAzqk6c&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I recommend you to watch this video.Well,an interview to be exact.I stumbled upon this video many days ago,but I didn't really listened to what he say though.I'd only did yesterday I think,and anyway,I recommend this video.Hoho.(P/s:His eyes are gorgeous.Hoho)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iO4UZ-8NhZU&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-3238414848371213995?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/3238414848371213995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=3238414848371213995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/3238414848371213995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/3238414848371213995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-1330259685339314474</id><published>2007-12-19T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T21:02:25.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been tagged! &lt;em&gt;Thanks &lt;strong&gt;MiaoQiao&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Instructions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. Do the following WITHOUT complaint.&lt;br /&gt;2. Choose 5 people to do this after you completed yours.&lt;br /&gt;3. Leave a tag on the person's tagboard to say he/she have been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;4. Start your post with; I have been tagged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Favourites &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favourite Color:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Orange(:&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp;Sometimes,&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favourite Food:&lt;/strong&gt; Pineapple Fried Rice&amp;amp;The Bak Kut Teh my grandmother cooks (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favourite Movie:&lt;/strong&gt; Harrrry Pottttter :),Enchanted and Hairspray x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favourite Sport: &lt;/strong&gt;Sleep,if it's a sport.Well,it burns calories too what x) I'm not into sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favourite Day of the Week:&lt;/strong&gt; Saturday (: Cos I get to wake up late and sleep late,knowing that I can wake up late the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favourite Season:&lt;/strong&gt; Autumn.It has the most marvellous scene.&amp;amp;The leaves are orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favourite Ice Cream: &lt;/strong&gt;Sorbet.But..I don't think it's an ice cream flavour is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Currents &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Melancholy.I have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Clothes:&lt;/strong&gt; Class tee and fbts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Desktop:&lt;/strong&gt; The collage of My Chemical Romance I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Time:&lt;/strong&gt; 8.38pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Surroundings:&lt;/strong&gt; My sister playing singapore-style audition,me listening to My Chemical Romance,My mom asking my sister some questions which I cannot hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Annoyances:&lt;/strong&gt; My mom talking to me which I can't hear clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Thoughts:&lt;/strong&gt;  What I should do later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Firsts &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Best Friend:&lt;/strong&gt; Ong Ting.She was my err..Nursery to K2 best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Crush:&lt;/strong&gt; *Changes subject.* You know,Gerard Way had depression with alcohol and drug abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Movie:&lt;/strong&gt; My first movie in cinemas was Elf.But not in cinemas,I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Lie:&lt;/strong&gt; I can't remember.I don't have a photographic memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Music:&lt;/strong&gt; Probably in my mom's womb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lasts &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Drink:&lt;/strong&gt; In the afternoon,a sip of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Car Ride:&lt;/strong&gt; From AMKhub to home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Crush:&lt;/strong&gt; Let's hope My Chemical Romance comes back next year okay?Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Phone Call:&lt;/strong&gt; I can't remember.I've been cut off from civilisation already x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last CD Played:&lt;/strong&gt; I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Have you evers? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever dated one of your best friend&lt;/strong&gt;: What'd you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever broken the law&lt;/strong&gt; : No.Unless you count smuggling gums into Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever been arrested?:&lt;/strong&gt; Nope.Don't intend to either,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever been on TV:&lt;/strong&gt; Kinda?In P4,the news.I think it's food from the heart drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever kissed someone you dont know:&lt;/strong&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Random &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things you are good at:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Sleeping for half a day&lt;br /&gt;2 Staring the computer screen for 8 hours&lt;br /&gt;3 Listen to My Chemical Romance songs on repeat&lt;br /&gt;4 Write&lt;br /&gt;5 Writing nonsensical stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 things you've done today:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Watched movies.&lt;br /&gt;2 Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;3 Listened to My Chemical Romance&lt;br /&gt;4 Watch my sister play that audition-lookalike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 things you can hear right now:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Cancer-My Chemical Romance.&lt;br /&gt;2 My sister's audition lookalike song blasting through the speakers.&lt;br /&gt;3 My parents squabbling over paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 People to tag&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Gracekoh.&lt;br /&gt;2 JulieBteHamzah!&lt;br /&gt;3 CherylWoon.&lt;br /&gt;4 Michelle.&lt;br /&gt;5 Widhiah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-1330259685339314474?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/1330259685339314474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=1330259685339314474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/1330259685339314474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/1330259685339314474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-have-been-tagged-thanks-miaoqiao.html' title=''/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-4764113999720370908</id><published>2007-12-16T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T17:30:34.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED IS ANGER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Are you currently mad at someone?:&lt;br /&gt;` No.I'm just really tired now.Argh.&lt;br /&gt;2. Which of your family members has the worst temper?&lt;br /&gt;` My dad.I think,I have no idea.Might be me for all I know.&lt;br /&gt;3. Have you ever thrown something at anyone?&lt;br /&gt;` Yeah.Pillows.Pillow Fightt!&lt;br /&gt;4. Is anyone mad at you?&lt;br /&gt;` There must be.But exactly how would I know?I don't go around asking people whether they're mad at me or not.&lt;br /&gt;5. Are you usually mad?&lt;br /&gt;` No.&lt;br /&gt;6. When you're mad do you prefer to stare angrily or yell?&lt;br /&gt;` Stare angrily.But if that person cannot get the hint,I'll start yelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ORANGE IS EXCITEMENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Has anyone ever thrown a surprise party for you?&lt;br /&gt;` No.&lt;br /&gt;2. What event is coming up that you're most excited about?&lt;br /&gt;` My Chemical Romance's concert next year.Haha.I have no idea actually.Oh,my fourteenth birthday (:&lt;br /&gt;3. If you won a million dollars, what would be your first thought?&lt;br /&gt;` I can buy everything I want already.*Starts thinking about what I want*&lt;br /&gt;4. If you could have anything right now what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;` Everything on my wishlist.*Points to wishlist*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;YELLOW IS SELF DISCOVERY nb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Name: Denise Kang Mei Xian.&lt;br /&gt;2. Birthday: 05August1994.&lt;br /&gt;3. What's your main goal in life?: I don't have a goal in mind right now.Ah!Travel the world.&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you want to have children?: This can wait till I'm married-.-&lt;br /&gt;5. When do you want to die?: Why talk about death when there's so many things in the world that I've yet to see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;GREEN IS OPINIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Are you against gay marriage?:&lt;br /&gt;` What for?I'm not bothered about homosexuality as long as they don't do anything chummy infront of me.&lt;br /&gt;2. Lower the drinking age?:&lt;br /&gt;` I'm against that.Alcohol is already harming adults.Lowering it won't change it for the better.It'll make the situation worse.&lt;br /&gt;3. Capital Punishment?:&lt;br /&gt;` Why kill people for something they've done.What if they had shown remorse?It's murder itself.&lt;br /&gt;4. Abortion?&lt;br /&gt;` I have no comments on this.But I still think it's murder in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;BLUE IS LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you love someone?&lt;br /&gt;` Yeah.Not someone,my friends,family and well..Just about everybody.&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;` I'll believe it till someone proves that It does'nt exist.&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you believe in Love?&lt;br /&gt;` Of course.Unless someone in the world can prove that love doesnt exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;PURPLE IS Q&amp;amp; A's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Q: how many beds did you lay into day?:&lt;br /&gt;` One.Mine.&lt;br /&gt;Q: What color shirt are you wearing?:&lt;br /&gt;` Purple,coincidentally -.-&lt;br /&gt;Q: Name one thing that you do everyday?:&lt;br /&gt;` Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Q: How much cash do you have on you right now?:&lt;br /&gt;` None.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is Tom on your Top friends list?:&lt;br /&gt;` I don't even know anybody by the name of Tom.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Look to your left. What's there?:&lt;br /&gt;` Many things.My handphone being the nearest (:&lt;br /&gt;Q: What's the last piece of clothing you borrowed?&lt;br /&gt;` I can't remember.Ask my sister.&lt;br /&gt;Q: What website(s) do you visit the most during the day?&lt;br /&gt;` www.chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Q: Does anything hurt on your body right now?:&lt;br /&gt;` No (:&lt;br /&gt;Q: Recent time you were really upset?:&lt;br /&gt;` No idea.I don't really remembere sad phases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PINK IS LAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Person you saw:&lt;br /&gt;` My cousin behind me.&lt;br /&gt;3. Movie you watched in cinema:&lt;br /&gt;` Enchanted.With CXL and Lihua.&lt;br /&gt;4. Song you listened to:&lt;br /&gt;`Famous Last Words-My Chemical Romance&lt;br /&gt;5. Person you talked on the phone with:&lt;br /&gt;` I can't remember.I've been pretty much disconnected from the world actually.&lt;br /&gt;6. Did you notice that the question 2was gone:&lt;br /&gt;` No :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;GRAY IS TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What are you doing right now?:&lt;br /&gt;` Doing this quiz and drowning myself in My Chemical Romance and chatting with CXL.&lt;br /&gt;2. What are you doing tonight?:&lt;br /&gt;` Visit my grandmother.Maybe have another movie marathon.&lt;br /&gt;3. What are you going to eat?:&lt;br /&gt;` Candy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;BROWN IS TOMORROW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Is: Monday&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you looking forward to it: Kinda,My mom's buying me a bag tomorrow(:&lt;br /&gt;3. Are you going to laugh?: Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• 7 things i hate the most:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Having the urge to blog but there's nothing to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;2. Having cravings for something but there's no way I can get that.&lt;br /&gt;3. Being bored out of my mind with nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;4.Warm and humid days.&lt;br /&gt;5.People whining for non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;6.The mio thing breaks down.&lt;br /&gt;7.Maggot irritating me like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• 7 things i like the most:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My Chemical Romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2.Orange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Flute section.&lt;br /&gt;4.My Clique.&lt;br /&gt;5.Bryan&amp;amp;Louisa&lt;br /&gt;6.Movie marathons!&lt;br /&gt;7.Chatting for hours on end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•&lt;strong&gt; 7 most important things in my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. Me!&lt;br /&gt;2. My Harry Potter books.&lt;br /&gt;3. The tortoise that Widhiah gave me.&lt;br /&gt;4. My soft toy pig (:&lt;br /&gt;5. My bed&lt;br /&gt;6. My pillows and bolsters and all that&lt;br /&gt;7. The TV!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• 7 things i would like to do before i die&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Travel the world.&lt;br /&gt;2. Fufil all my wishes.&lt;br /&gt;3. Have a sucessful career.&lt;br /&gt;4. Have something to be proud of.&lt;br /&gt;5. Break my own record of something.&lt;br /&gt;6. Meet up with everybody I know.&lt;br /&gt;7.Have a blast in my life (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• 7 things i can't do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Keep quiet for very long.&lt;br /&gt;2.Do sports.&lt;br /&gt;3.Do math.&lt;br /&gt;4.Make sense.&lt;br /&gt;5.Concentrate for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;6.Stay awake in school for long periods of time.&lt;br /&gt;7.Play the flute well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• 7 things i can do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Chat for hours on end.&lt;br /&gt;2.Write essays -.-&lt;br /&gt;3.Have nonsensical dialogues&lt;br /&gt;4.Having mediocore math results.&lt;br /&gt;5.Listen to My Chemical Romance on repeat&lt;br /&gt;6.Sleep for half a day&lt;br /&gt;7.Blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• 7 things i say the most&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Huh?&lt;br /&gt;2. I dontknow.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm sleepy&lt;br /&gt;4. I love My Chemical Romance la.&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;6. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;7. *Bonks (fill in the blank) on the head with an inflated (the first thing that pops into my mind)*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-4764113999720370908?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/4764113999720370908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=4764113999720370908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/4764113999720370908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/4764113999720370908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2007/12/red-is-anger-1.html' title=''/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-1871374636433573889</id><published>2007-12-15T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T23:31:51.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;Greetings humans.I was surfing youtube for a glimpse of the My Chemical Romance concert in Singapore when I saw one of their comments.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE IS COMING BACK AGAIN NEXT YEAR!&lt;/span&gt; Say yay!I'm going to save 200 bucks just for the concert mann.*points to wishlist* Of course,I would really appreciate it if I could actually go,if not,the saving will be completely pointless.Nevermind.I can go clothes-shopping (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And another good thing is that I have fourteen My Chemical Romance songs already&lt;/em&gt;.All from The Black Parade.All thanks to Randy.Hoho.Actually,I have a very faint memory of how he looks like.(He's my sister's err..tuition mate.)So..&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks a million Randy&lt;/span&gt; :DDDD Yay Yay Yay!By any chance,does anybody have Helena?I miss that song ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was browsing through my baby photos and all.(Well,my definition of baby is 10 years back and onwards) And guess what?My first month birthday cake had a spelling mistake.My name became &lt;u&gt;Mei Xean&lt;/u&gt; and not Mei Xian.Eurgh.To add on to that disappointment,my very first birthday cake had a misspelling too): My name became &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Densie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; and not Denise.It aint fair,my first monthday cake and birthday cake all had misspellings in it.Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho.I'm going to stop here (: I shall return to my world of My Chemical Romance now that i have almost all the songs I wanted :DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-1871374636433573889?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/1871374636433573889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=1871374636433573889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/1871374636433573889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/1871374636433573889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2007/12/greetings-humans.html' title=''/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-7788791630312086952</id><published>2007-12-14T23:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T00:21:50.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Warning:Do Not Read If Not In P605'06 Or In Rosyth Because It's Going To Be All About It.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Okay this post is all for my primary school life.Haha,I mean,I'm in those nostalgic moods again.Hoho,I mean,I was looking at my primary school class photos and all those memories just flooded back into my mind.And I realised that everybody looked somewhat different in real life now.Those without fringe,had a fringe now.Those not wearing ankle socks are all wearing ankle socks already.With the exception of Justin,haha.I saw him during Teachers' Day i think.His socks are still..Okay.haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;I know I did this before,once.Haha.But...This time,there's a lot more memories.Haha,I can't stop my my thoughts already-.-It's whizzing at a pace too fast ): Argh.Oh well...I just remembered that I had my 11th birthday in the Botanic Gardens.Haha,math trail.I remembered.It was'nt meant to be on that day though.It was supposed to be on 2-3 August,but there was a heavy downpour that day.Hoho.The sad part?I cant remember who my team mates were.I only remembered Jun Wei and Jetaime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Speaking of Jetaime,I remembered that I didnt really liked her in P5.&lt;/strong&gt;If I'm not wrong,it was because she was bossy and kinda like a miss-know-it-all.Well,for the bossy part,it's because she's a prefect.Haha.Oh well..I never did like prefects.Okay,and in P6,she was my partner.And I realised that she was damn damn crazy who laughs at everything and anything.And of course,I got infected with the laughing thing.Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Oh yeah.&lt;em&gt;Both Cheryls sat behind us&lt;/em&gt;.Haha.It's cool having both Cheryl's behind though.Cheryl Woon usually laughs with us after awhile.And Cheryl Chia would complain that we're crazy and making a lot of noise but she ended up smiling herself.Haha,infectious eh?Hoho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alicia and Geowynn sat infront of me&lt;/strong&gt;.Mind you,both of them are super serious students.As in,they're serious when they are supposed to be.(Alicia's a prefect.)Hoho.I wasn't really close to them though.But Alicia's cute.Petite to be exact.Guess what?She's a flautist now (: In AMKSS.The school that I wanted to go but my mom didnt allow -.-(I couldnt get into that school,but my conductor wanted to help me appeal to get into amkss.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;And I&lt;strong&gt; remember Ms Ang.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We gave her hell&lt;/em&gt;..Serious.And she's just our Social Studies teacher.Oh yeah, she's Mrs tan now.Argh,old habits die hard.I still call her Ms Ang though.Hoho.Okay,back to 605.We really did give her hell,we made a hell lot of noise,(which according to some lame teacher said she could hear from 2 floors down.)and of course,&lt;em&gt;Don Teo the culprit would end up driving the teacher up the wall&lt;/em&gt;.And because of Don,she actually had a blog for that.Apparently,our class moulded her thinking of students.And just a mere hour every week changed her thinking completely.Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Well...The good thing was,our class accepted her soon afterwards.Well..you can't blame us though.Our first impression of her was the usual super strict teacher with all the lame rules like butts glued on to the chair and nobody's supposed to talk unless necessary thing.But in real life,she's a super nice teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Speaking of that,I remembered teacher's day.She had to relieve our class.But by that time,we were okay with her already.That was when she told us that she was going to get married.And she was asking us whether she should ask us to call her Mdm Ang or Mrs Tan.Obviously,majority of us felt Mdm Ang seemed to old for her (: And we had fun!A lot of fun.&lt;em&gt;Well, we were relatively obedient that day.So she could relax.A super good teacher's day gift right&lt;/em&gt;?Hoho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Oh!&lt;em&gt; I remember Ms Leong&lt;/em&gt;.We changed PE teachers like crazy last year.From Mr Shafiq to Mrs Peh to Some weird teacher and finally we got landed with Ms Leong.&lt;strong&gt;We liked her,because we LOVE irritating her and making her peeved&lt;/strong&gt;.I remember one time when we refused to listen and we spent the entire PE lesson walking up and down the staircase.From level 5 to level 2 or 3 and back up again.The moment we made noise,we'll go back to our class.Haha,a good PE exercise eh?Oh well,&lt;strong&gt;kudos to Wei Tong,Don Teo,Bryan and Jeremy for that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;I was exceptionally mean to Mr Siva.&lt;/em&gt;Haha,I'm going to take this oppurtinity to say sorry to him now.&lt;strong&gt;Sorry Mr Siva&lt;/strong&gt;.Oh well..Everybody has that rebellious phase thing right?Mr Siva,I'm glad to say that I'm not as bad as I was last time already.I remembered doing the exact opposite of what he told me to do.And all that.Yes,I was a rude brat and a spoilt brat and all that.Oh well...It's embarrassing,yes,but it's part and parcel of growing up.It's the tumultuous Pre-teen to teenage phase that makes you rebellious,and question authority.Looking back,I WAS foolish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Oh yeah,Don Teo got the first public caning for my level.I can't remember the reason,but it was for some lame crap reason.Like pranking and all that.Oh well...Mrs Celine Ng is as nice as osama.And that's saying something.Haha.Don Teo got 2 strokes of the cane.And guess what?I was just a table away from him.Poor Alicia and Geowynn,they were right infront of him.Haha.Well,better than Zulkifli,he was on the stage acting big.Mr Singh just bent the cane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;I remembered something even more memorable.I used to meet Bryan,Cheryl Woon and Jeremy before going for assembly.That was when Bryan and Cheryl Woon was an item.Kudos to Grace I think.Haha.I got dragged by Cheryl Woon.And Jeremy just tagged along I guess.Haha.We used to walk about the entire school to while time away and then assemble at a very late time.Haha.It's fun actually,roaming about the school.Walking up and down everywhere.And we kept getting chased by prefects,which we just walked to another spot of the school.haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Okay.There's a lot more but I don't think anybody wants to listen anymore.So..Bye humans&lt;strong&gt;.Sorry for the wordy post&lt;/strong&gt; though :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all 605'06 students :&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE YOU GUYS! AND I MISS YOU GUYS TOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-7788791630312086952?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/7788791630312086952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=7788791630312086952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/7788791630312086952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/7788791630312086952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2007/12/warningdo-not-read-if-not-in-p60506-or.html' title=''/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-2868044348465732715</id><published>2007-12-14T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T23:43:31.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;Say Yay!My dad saved me from an eternity of the irritating phishing website which sent virus into my computer.It kept popping up whenever I get into anywhere inside mircrosoft internet explorer.And of course,my browser got hijacked.Which sucked,because I can't search anything in any search engine without looking at pornographic material.It's damn sickening I tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;The downside?All my files inside this laptop is gone.Inclusive of ALL of my,My Chemical Romance songs.It's tragic I tell you,I'm addicted to My Chemical Romance already.Knowing fully well that I don't have any My Chemical Romance songs at all made me feel like I have something missing in my life.I know,it sounds melodramatic,but...Sigh.Oh yeah,thanks a million Joan,for sending me all the My Chemical Romance songs you had (: Argh.No My Chemical Romance songs at all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;The good thing is that I have a saviour (: Hoho.Randy.Honestly,I have a very faint idea about who the heck he is.He's my sister's err..tuition friend.*nods head* He has the entire album :D(The Black Parade) Cool right? Argh.Jing Mei could send me songs too (: When she's online I mean.Haha,she's hardly online,to say the least ): Argh argh argh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Sebastian told me that the concert was fantastic,a contradiction to Amelia's,who said that the concert was a disappointment.And added that The Click Five's concert was way better.I think.Not sure.At least I have some news about the concert.Cool right? :DDDD Hoho.I'm MCR crazy mann (: Haha.Max's sending me MCR songs too (: Yayeee!Thanks thanks thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;I'm adding this part just to elongate the post.It seems unusually short.Which I don't like actually.It's just..too short.Haha.I'm weird x) Nevermind.Oh yeah,I had a movie marathon last night,unintentionally,it just so happened that I wasnt sleepy,so I watched a heck lot of shows and ended up sleeping at 5,reluctantly,cos I know that if I continued watching,I'm never going to stop.Which..Isnt a good thing.Cos my body clock will go haywire.Hoho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;And I kinda did what I meant to do.Other than homework and my haircut.(CXL ah..When are you free?) ,I cleared my drawer to make way for my sec two books and I actually cleared EVERYTHING.And I realised I had many things that I owned from Pri school inside the drawer.Like..My P5 and P6 class photos.Argh,you know what?I lost my P5 candid photo.The one with Don Teo pointing the middle finger.I guess everybody from P505 will know and laugh about it.Haha.The P6 photo was more memorable.Haha.Mr Bong sneaked all the way behind and made a "peace" sign with his hands.Trying to act ghostly..But his head came out anyway.By the way,Mr Bong aint my form teacher.He was P606's.Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;You know what?I'm going to leave that to the next post to avoid getting to wordy (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-2868044348465732715?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/2868044348465732715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=2868044348465732715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/2868044348465732715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/2868044348465732715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2007/12/say-yaymy-dad-saved-me-from-eternity-of.html' title=''/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-8397537686963491439</id><published>2007-12-14T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T15:55:43.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And another one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much do your parents control&lt;br /&gt;your life?Put an x between the&lt;br /&gt;brackets for any statements that&lt;br /&gt;are true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have to make your bed every day.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have to do chores.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have a time that you have to get off the phone and/or computer.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have a bedtime before 9.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have to earn your money.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You can’t have friends over  unless your room is clean.&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL:0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You can’t go shopping by yourself.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your mom tells you what to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[x] You have to look for “good deals” on clothes, otherwise you can't buy it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My family dont print money,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You get grounded for stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have a time limit for the computer/video games/tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[x] You have to get along with your sibling(s) otherwise you get in trouble.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is obvious.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[x] You have to share your room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;TOTAL: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[x] You have to ask to go to a party.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Duh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]You can’t go anywhere without a parent/adult.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You can’t stay home alone.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have a babysitter.&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL :1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You’re not allowed to have a tv/gaming system in your room.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You can’t be on the computer without someone watching your every move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[x] You are not allowed to lock the door in your bedroom&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's because there's more than one person sleeping in my room=/=&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL:1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your parents get mad if you don’t want to do something simple that they ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[x]You can’t swim without an adult watching you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not sure about this now,cos I can swim already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;[ ] You can’t have a friend of the opposite sex over, unless your parents are home.&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your parents read your text messages&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your parents read your ims&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your parents yell at you for nothing&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall Total:6&lt;br /&gt;Multiply by 5&lt;br /&gt;Haha.My parents control 30% of mylife (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-8397537686963491439?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/8397537686963491439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=8397537686963491439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/8397537686963491439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/8397537686963491439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2007/12/and-another-one-how-much-do-your.html' title=''/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-214314338258875322</id><published>2007-12-14T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T15:47:51.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Took it from Friendster again (: And Wenhui did those quizzes :DD Hoho.Thanks again x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Your Age?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ridiculously Thirteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. What is on your left hand side?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door,the wall and that maggot a few seconds ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. Do you talk to your parents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;What'd you think?C'mon I have to talk at home right -.- Oh,a good way is to draw a picture on the wall and talk to that picture.Another very good way isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 . What phone are you using?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samsung L760 I think.I dontknow.I got forced to use that phone anyway.Haha,but the good thing is I get 1GB of memory for all my songs.Cool (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. Long hair or short hair?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short.Long hair is too much of a hassle for me.During school that is,you have to tie up your hair-.-Why can't we let our hair down?Roarr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. How many cash in your wallet?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea actually.Just a few stray dollars here and there x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;7. Do you bring your boyfriend go to club?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Dont have one.And I dont get this question anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Who do you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I want...MY FRIENDSSSS (: All my friends x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;9. Honestly, do you love somebody?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Who is she/he?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pig,Bryan,CherylWoon...Refer to my loves.*Points towards the love section*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;11 . In a relationship?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.Friendshipp :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12 . when do you want to get married?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm passing this on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;13. Your dad's name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Louis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14 . What do you wish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Refer to Wishlist would ya.*Points to wishlist*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;15 . Ever been to California?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N0pe D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Are you singing now? If yes , what song it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yes.Teenagers-My Chemical Romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;17 . Can you dance?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Do you smoke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hell no.I dont want to die that early.There's the entire world I've yet to see.A trillion things I've yet to try.Goals left unaccomplished.Dreams not fufilled.And I dontwant to look older than I actually look now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;19. Do you own a car?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.A toy car -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Your hairbrush colour?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err..Black?I think.I dontknow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;21. Do you lie always?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When necessary,not always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Current mood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Singsong-ish.xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;23 . Listening to?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famous Last Words-My Chemical Romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24 . Favorite drink?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUBBBLLLLEEE TEAAA! Hoho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-214314338258875322?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/214314338258875322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=214314338258875322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/214314338258875322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/214314338258875322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2007/12/took-it-from-friendster-again-and.html' title=''/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-5543126669929324489</id><published>2007-12-13T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T23:44:24.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Third post for the day(: This time,because I'm bored.Haha.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do not read unless you're My Chemical Romance crazy person&lt;/span&gt;.Yes,I'm gonna talk about My Chemical Romance (: Hoho.It rocks(: Obviously,if not,people like me wont love the band like !*&amp;amp;$%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously,basic facts first.MCR was formed in 2001.Apparently,the band was formed approximately a week after the September 11 attacks.And according to Wikipedia,&lt;em&gt;that attack influenced Gerad Way so much that he decided to form a band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,that kinda sums the origins of My Chemical Romance (: Hoho.So now..I'm going to introduce to you the members of my chemical romance! (And none of them is cute.Mind you xD)Hokay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lead singer:&lt;/strong&gt; Gerad Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bassist:&lt;/strong&gt; Mikey Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lead guitarist:&lt;/strong&gt;Ray Toro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rhythm guitarist:&lt;/strong&gt;Frank Iero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drummer:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Matt Pelissier&lt;/strike&gt; Bob Bryar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...They had a concert in &lt;em&gt;Singapore on 11 Dec,Max Pavillion at 8pm&lt;/em&gt;.The tickets were cheap as compared to other stars?Ranging from $75 to $95.Hoho,lucky Sebastian bought the $95 ticket.Haha.Front row people.&lt;em&gt;I'll scream and try to trip one of them if I actually were there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah,pathetic.I couldnt go.What to do?With absolutely no money,so..I couldnt buy those tickets.Oh why,oh why can't they have some student price thing.Then perhaps I could go D: Oh well...This aint macdonalds anyway ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know you guys are damn sian from reading this.But let me complain and whine somemore can?I'm in the whiny complain-ish kind of mood.&lt;/strong&gt;Besides,I didnt ask any of you to continue reading anyway.So read at your own risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,I know this is stupid.But...&lt;strong&gt;Why can't SKYband have an exchange programme with My Chemical Romance&lt;em&gt;?(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of course, the advantage is for me,myself and I only)&lt;/em&gt;Apparently,I got the answer from &lt;strong&gt;Joan xD&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Firstly,we are a symphonic band.Secondly,LKK(Leong Kok Kee,principal) might be afraid that everyone turns emo and slit their wrists."&lt;/em&gt; Ayee.My Chemical Romance isnt an emo band whattt.Welll, the definition for emo is wrong.(According to my cousin) I think they actual word is bleak?I dontknow. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Chatting with Joan is a good way to relieve boredom&lt;/span&gt;.So go add her! Wait,dont add her.If not she wont talk to me already x) Oh yes, I'm selfish.Didn't I mention that I was spoilt?(Points to hates)Okay, back to My Chemical Romance(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Why can't My Chemical Romance come during school term?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;I mean,hopefully,987fm will have the same thing as The Click Five thing again&lt;/em&gt;.Then I can go around kopping people's signatures,and hopefully,we'll win.And they'll stop by! COOOL!*knocks myself on the head with that inflatable hammer* &lt;strong&gt;They'll never do that.Besides, they're too..(in teacher's term) much of a bad influence for teenagers who follows trends(?)&lt;/strong&gt; Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;strong&gt;I shall stop talking about My Chemical Romance&lt;/strong&gt;.Cos I think most of you'd probably be slumped onto your keyboard snoring and drooling like some pig.(: Hoho.I doubt if anybody actually read about that though (: Hoho.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Chemical Romance fans,give me a tag.I want to see how many people I know actually love MCR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.Rest your eyes (: I'm going to stop posting now (: Partly because there's nothing to say already.&lt;em&gt;And also partly because my bro is irritating me like some kuku shit&lt;/em&gt;.Asking me to do ALGEBRA!Damn I hate algebra.My brain's on hiatus.No math shall penetrate till I say so (: Hoho. Okay.Buhbye humans (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good night.That stupid maggot is out of the room! YAY! But i'm going off anyway.Byee(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P/S:Bob Bryar was a drummer in his school's Symphonic band.Coool...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-5543126669929324489?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/5543126669929324489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=5543126669929324489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/5543126669929324489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/5543126669929324489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2007/12/third-post-for-day-this-timebecause-im.html' title=''/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-4689469273112516569</id><published>2007-12-13T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T20:13:10.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;amp;Hello again humans (: Hoho.I'm damn damn damn bored now -.- So I decided to the quizzes from frienster.Thanks wenhui (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quiz One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What song are you listening to now ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' Disenchanted-My Chemical Romance. From my blog -.- I'm not using the usual notebook D: So..No My Chemical Romance songs.Just a bunch of Jap songs which my bro listens -.- Ayee.I wonder if they're still in Singapore or not..Argh.Next time,I'm going to keep $200 for emergency use.(Like,concert tickets :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Any opinions on kisses ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' Overrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. what colour's your keyboard ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' Off-white.It was white initially,but after lots of fingers typing on it.The grime made it off white:X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 . what's the nearest yellow item ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Some weird piyo piyo cup that nobody uses.So it's strictly for decorating purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 .went out today ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;' Yupp(:To Compass -.- Haha, just to pay Wenhui the money&amp;amp;get that lime magazine(Which,I bought because I saw My Chemical Romance on the cover.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 . where's your family ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' In various parts of the house? Okay, all of them are upstairs.I think,cos nobody's watching TV.Speaking of Tv..I forgot to watch The Champions AGAIN -.- Nevermind, there's Youtube (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. how're you feeling now ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' Hungry.I want my dinner.I'll eat after completing both quizzes ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 . have a crush on anybody ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9 . Do you blog ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' What do you think? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. what's your favourite colour ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;' ORANGE ORANGE ORANGE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. play any musical instruments ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' Fluteeeeeeee (: &amp;amp;Of course there's this recorder thing that you play in primary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. what are you wearing now ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'Class tee and blue fbts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. favourite ice cream flavour ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' SORBET! Well, it's not exactly a flavour is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14 . has your birthday passed ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' Thirteenth,yes.Fourteenth,no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. what colours are your slippers ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;' Black and a heck lot of colours.But black is the main colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. when did you last eat potatochips ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' A verrrry long time ago.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Miss anybody ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' Yes.Bryan,Pig,Cherylwoon,605,1e1.You name it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. are you watching tv now ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;' No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. eaten dinner yet ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' Nope.Going to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. how old are you ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;' Ridiculously thirteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quiz Two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Profile Survey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Write down what you see, hear, and are thinking..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, and find line 4.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the most sucessful music act of all-time,chalking up a billion in..."(Well,it isnt really a book,it's Lime.Haha.&amp;amp;It isnt page 18 either.Pg18 is some weird quote thing?&amp;amp;there's no line four.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What's there?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. What is the last thing you watched on TV?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hairspray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. Without looking, guess what time it is:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.10pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. Now look at the clock. What is the actual time?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.07pm..CLOSEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggot talking like some idiot at my ear.&amp;amp;I'm not okay-MCR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;7. When did you last step outside? What were you doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Err.This afternoon.I was..Shopping la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;8. Before you started this survey, what did you look at?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The computer screen -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;9. What are you wearing?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class tee and blue fbts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;10. Did you dream last night?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;11. When did you last laugh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Err..A few seconds ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;12. What is on the walls of the room you are in?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some lame paiting.&amp;amp;A lame calendar.&amp;amp;A fabulous aircon. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;13. Seen anything weird lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Yeah.My bro talking like some idiot. -.- I realised that his hair is cut 0.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;14. What do you think of this quiz?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;15. What is the last film you saw?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hairspray la.*bonks this thing on the head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;16. If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An entire wardrobe of new clothes (: &amp;amp;A flute. &amp;amp;accesories &amp;amp;MCR memorbilla(?) &amp;amp;more shoes &amp;amp;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;17. Tell me something about you that I don't know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I am dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;18. If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make the world colour blind. Which means no racism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;19. Do you like to dance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;20. George Bush:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the president of USA. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;21. Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Too early to say isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;22. Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refer to above -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;23. Would you ever consider living abroad?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO! C'mon, which country has the comforts of singapore.Including the durian and pratas and chicken rice and nasi lemak and western food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;24. What do you want to say to God when you reach the pearly gates?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-4689469273112516569?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/4689469273112516569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=4689469273112516569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/4689469273112516569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/4689469273112516569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2007/12/again-humans-hoho.html' title=''/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-1383777675543025133</id><published>2007-12-13T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T17:49:54.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;Hellllooooo Humans (: Back to post again x) After so many days of procastination, I FINALLY paid Wenhui money for my bag.Must remember to help me order,if not,I'm so going to use a parang &amp;amp;slice your body into half.Nahh,I'm not THAT bad.I have a conscience (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hokay,went to Compass today.Surprisingly,I actually came early despite leaving the house late.Hah,weird.Maybe I should leave the house later next time.Hah.Reached there at err..2.50?And Wenhui said that she was going to be late.So I went to macs for Mcflurries :)C'mon,it's been ages since I last ate them x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?Wenhui was late only for a minute or two.How weird-.- Paid her the money &amp;amp;Kinda walked around Compass?Haha.Nothing much to see anyway.Bought my earsticks,this month's edition of Lime.(MCR is on the cover.Of course I'll buy xD)&amp;amp;Pearl Red tea.It's been ages since I last drank anything from Cupwalker x) Hoho.Accompanied Wenhui home.Well kinda,took 86 with her.Haha.I'm good right? x) Nahh,It's just that the weather was nice to have a long walk.&amp;amp;You know what?I prefer taking 159.More weird birds to see.Haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that kinda sums my day up.Roar!I've yet to clear my drawer so that I can stuff all my Sectwo books in  -.- Okay,I'm doing that tomorrow.xD Bye Humans xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P/s: to Shirley ;Do I know you?Cos if I dont.I'll appreciate it if you wont judge me for whatever others said or what I said here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-1383777675543025133?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/1383777675543025133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=1383777675543025133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/1383777675543025133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/1383777675543025133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2007/12/hellllooooo-humans-back-to-post-again-x.html' title=''/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-1278793154119422475</id><published>2007-12-12T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T14:17:21.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Got this from friendster.Wenhui did it :D Gee,thanks wenhui(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is the status of you and the last person you spoke to (exc. family)?&lt;br /&gt;` Speak?Hmm.Oh my sister.She's my family -.- What a weird question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 . What is bothering you right now?&lt;br /&gt;` The stupid fan that keeps blowing the fringe onto my face.Roar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What do you want in your life?&lt;br /&gt;` Music,friends,loved ones.You name it.Of course, kaching$$ can be some help to my financial situation.I'm broke humans, B R O K E.Roarr! I shall steal from my sister x) Nahh,just ask her from some (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Now, what films do you like so much?&lt;br /&gt;` Harry Potttttttter :DDD Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.What do you smell like?&lt;br /&gt;` The essence of Denise Kang Mei Xian :DDD It's a distinctive smell can?I think.I dont even know how I smell like -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 . How’s your mood today?&lt;br /&gt;` Okay?Just sleepy.Even though I slept for like, 12 hours or more? Ayeee.Nevermind.Haha.It's those feelings of nothing-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 . If you could change something in your life?&lt;br /&gt;` Hmmm...My hair.It's getting well, thick.&amp;amp;My fringe is a tad too long now.Roarr.&amp;amp;I want to have superpowers like shooting fire or something (: I don't mind if the wizarding world DO exist :D Haha.I'm getting a tad to obsessed with Harry Potter.Blame J.K Rowling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 . What do you wear to bed?&lt;br /&gt;` It's called clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 . Do you remember your dreams?&lt;br /&gt;` Bits and pieces of it.But it's forgotten after awhile,like when I'm fully awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Who will you sleep with tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;` I'm passing this on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Have you ever been gambling?&lt;br /&gt;` For festive occasions only.Like Chinese New year, the time where I can keep the money that I earned x) Which isnt mine to begin with haha.My mom'll sponser me.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 . What's something you wish you could understand better?&lt;br /&gt;` Math.And why bitches like being bitches.And...Just those little going-ons in life and all.I mean,I don't give a damn if Britney Spears get married again or something.That is plain boring,Britney is forever hogging the headlines with her bimbotic acts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What did you do last weekend?&lt;br /&gt;`Hmm..Eat , sleep , attempt to suntan without a sun -.- Yeah, it kinda sums it all up x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 . Who do you miss?&lt;br /&gt;` Bryan phua,pig,onni.My pri school clique,E1 people,My sec school clique.Damn I miss a lot of people x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 . Who is the last girl you hugged?&lt;br /&gt;` Hmmm...No idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 . What's a word that you say a lot?&lt;br /&gt;` Huh? &gt;Yup.That's what I say the most (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Last furry thing you touched?&lt;br /&gt;` My rabbbbbit (: Well, not exactly touch.Poked to be exact.Cos I didnt open it's cage door and i couldnt fit my hand between the cage err...spokes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. How many drugs have you done in the last three days?&lt;br /&gt;` I dont do drugs.Do you think I have nothing in my life then spend all my money buying drugs at exhorbitant prices just for some lame high thing.&amp;amp;then suffer the effects of withdrawal.Your crazy.The money can be spent for buying that MCR ticket.(I gotta stop harping on it already.It's over.D:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 . Favorite age you have been so far?&lt;br /&gt;` Twelve!That's the class that is the most united (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What was the last thing you said to someone?&lt;br /&gt;` "Whack Samantha for me." To my cousin.Online -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 . What is on your bed right now?&lt;br /&gt;` Pillow,Harry Potter books,Eye drops.Bolster,Blanket.The tortoise that Widhiah gave me and more soft toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What are your plans for Sunday night?&lt;br /&gt;`No plans.Haha.I take a day at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 . Who was the last person you commented on friendster?&lt;br /&gt;` Julie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Is your love/crush on your topfriends?&lt;br /&gt;` No crush.Haha.Apparently not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What are you looking forward to?&lt;br /&gt;` My haircut (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Name one person that you haven't seen in a while.&lt;br /&gt;` Pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 . What song is playing right now?&lt;br /&gt;` Teenagers-My Chemical Romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 . Does that song remind you of someone?&lt;br /&gt;` Yes,Gerad,Mikey,Frank.... the people in My chemical romance ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 . What would you do after this?&lt;br /&gt;` No idea.Chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-1278793154119422475?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/1278793154119422475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=1278793154119422475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/1278793154119422475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/1278793154119422475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2007/12/got-this-from-friendster.html' title=''/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-1634181222326306564</id><published>2007-12-11T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T19:39:11.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm pretty much super bored right now.It helps that your sister is in the toilet when you feel like having a shower-.- Aye, nevermind.She'll come down soon anyway,&amp;amp;then later chase my mom off her chair so that she can use the computer.Either that or she's going to knock her off the chair.Okay kidding,she's not that violent.(But violent still,nevertheless)For your infomation,I'm only putting that there cos she's going to kill me or something once she read that-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bought all my schoolbooks today^^ Stupid thumbdrive,not compulsory and yet I bought it.Roarr! Apparently,I didnt see that stupid piece of paper on the bookshop window.Who'll bother.Aye.Went to CVSS first for my sister's books.Apparently,her friend said we look alike -.- AND SHE SAID MY BRO IS HANDSOME!Like wtheck,he's a bucktooth babbitty thing.Okay fine,I'm mean-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Roar,other than that,nothing much happened-.- roarr! How interesting.Nevermind,I need that sleep anyway.Apparently,sleeping at 1 and waking up at 8 doesnt appeal to me.My sister's down already.I'm going to hit the showers.Bye humans!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-1634181222326306564?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/1634181222326306564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=1634181222326306564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/1634181222326306564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/1634181222326306564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-pretty-much-super-bored-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-5453072344931165563</id><published>2007-12-10T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T22:40:01.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yay!I'm back from Malacca(:You guys gotta feel happy for me because I get to blog again :D Cool eh?Hoho.Anyway,the trip to Malacca this time was boring like !$@(&amp;amp;. Eurgh,there wasnt much sun there.Which means,I didnt get a tan.&amp;amp;the water was realllly cold so I didnt really go swimming.I know,it sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And for those who asked me to buy them souveniers,I'm sorry to say that,I didnt buy ): There isnt anything nice in Malacca to buy,unless you want me to buy gula melaka or something like that for consumption.Seriously,there is nothing nice in malacca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Trip there was pretty smooth.Involves me sleeping a hell lot of the 6hours drive there,exclusive of stops to the toilet,and lunch and shopping.My dad stepped on a snail in labour in my house's front porch.Poor things,the two baby snails couldnt even get to have a glimpse of the world and it died ): Sad eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Trip back was..Okay.Still invovles me sleeping like a pig.My sis bought a belt,&amp;amp;I decided against buying that shirt (: Hoho.The custom check was more stringent,that guy checked what was inside the car too.He opened te door and asked what was inside that carton box.And my dad said coffee.Ayee,then he checked the boot and we're off to go :D &amp;amp;I burst out laughing,cos imagine if that carton was full of toilet paper(which my grandpa is extremely fond of buying in Malaysia).&amp;amp;I can imagine that person telling another err..Custom officer."Eh! You know hor,just now there's this kuku person right,one whole box is toilet paper lea.Like Singapore cannot buy like that." Hoho.Came home,&amp;amp;My dad stepped on yet another snail.Roarr! He doesnt have an affinity with snails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&amp;amp;Guess what?Childish-ness runs in my family-.- ;My maternal grandparents are pretty cute when they're blur.My aunts &amp;amp;My mom are ALL very childish(Which i realised).&amp;amp;My dad is childish too.So is my father's sides, aunts.Dont ask,I cant explain how they're childish though.Hoho,so dont blame me if I end up being childish :D It runs in the blood (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Joan gave me a lot of mentions in her blogposts.I'm honoured (: Gee,thanks Joan :DHaha,my chatbuddy(: Ayee.1E1's in chalet.Have fun guys,fill me in when you guys are back ya? It sucks when you know that there's a class chalet yet you cant attend ): Imagine those people having fun at the chalet.Yet I'm not there ): Oh well, there's still next year! :D Okay,gotta go guys.I have to catch up with Joan&amp;amp;Miss choy :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-5453072344931165563?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/5453072344931165563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=5453072344931165563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/5453072344931165563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/5453072344931165563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2007/12/yayim-back-from-malaccayou-guys-gotta.html' title=''/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-8603609413923290731</id><published>2007-12-08T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T00:28:25.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Humans,in probably 8hours time,I'll be away from Singapore ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BYE JOANNNNNNNNN! I'll miss you, a lot !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-8603609413923290731?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/8603609413923290731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=8603609413923290731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/8603609413923290731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/8603609413923290731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2007/12/humansin-probably-8hours-timeill-be.html' title=''/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-1235440759838217486</id><published>2007-12-07T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T21:12:07.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hellloooo humans!Had this stupid urge to blog.So here I am :D Muahahahahaahaa :) Let's see,I went out today.For the stupid eye check up.Sigh.Damn I hate those eye checkups.Makes near vision with my spectacles  impossible T.T ROAR! Today's checkup went well :) Just that I cannot have new specs ): Roar!Looks like I have to stick to this for the next four months.&amp;amp;Hopefully,a miracle would happen :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Going off the Malaysia tomorrow.I dontwant to go.It's so boring,not like I'm going to Genting or anything.-.- It's Malacca humans,MALACCA.What's there to do in Malacca other than eat,sleep,suntan? I know the dutch thing's there but,C'mon,I dont want to bring History onto my holiday. :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;No more band camp this year&lt;/strong&gt; ): Because of Raj. Sigh. Which means,there's no need to go to school today.No complaints there :D But still,NO CAMP! Ayee.Oh I love band camps :) I want this month's issue of Lime.My Chemical Romance's on the cover.So cool! But I can't attend their concert.I want to go,badly.Sigh.Better luck next time then :) Hoho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Okay humans,I'm going off! For some telly-ing:D &amp;amp;I wont be touching the computer till Tuesday I guess.So humans,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;do not call/sms me from saturday-monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-1235440759838217486?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/1235440759838217486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=1235440759838217486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/1235440759838217486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/1235440759838217486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2007/12/hellloooo-humanshad-this-stupid-urge-to.html' title=''/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-98330177454161766</id><published>2007-12-05T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T19:20:58.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sheesh...I'm in those super-bored-with-nothing-to-do thing right now.As you can see from my previous post today,*points downwards*.&amp;amp;you know what?Joan isnt online,neither is mschoy,nor widhiah(she went to watch the champion),or louisalimmin.Roarr! Sigh.I'm bored I'm bored I'm bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&amp;amp;Hungry too.Speaking of hunger,I just realised that not even one morsel of food entered my mouth today.(today meaning from the time I woke up till now)Aye.No wonder I'm hungry.I'm in the mood for bubble teas -.- Apparently,I forgot to call my mom to tell her that I want bubble teas.Oh well,haha.Okay,today is very uninteresting.Just involves me walking up and down the house ,just walking and doing nothing.Now,I'm beginning to appreciate my house.Maybe by next week,I'll start walking OUT of the house.&amp;amp;If i feel like it,walk to that playground at the other end of the road to play the swing.Which I dont think I would , because it's creepy there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Let's see...Hmm...Oh!I went to AMKhub yesterday evening.Went to buy new school shoes,which my mom forbade me to wear till next year-.- Wanted to buy that shirt that I wanted,well,it's cheap anyway.That G2000 top which my sister have,&amp;amp;she said that there's something similar in hangten,and guess what?There isnt.But in the end,I ended up clothes shopping anyway ^^ Hoho.Well, just for 45 minutes.Cant remember what top I bought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Went to some sports shop inside AMKhub.Nearly rotted inside that shop.While my brother happily chose his shoes.(I insisted on having three-strapped shoes.) Nothing much done anyway -.- Roarrr! I SAW GRACE! coooooooooooooool (: Heh. ayeeeeeeee.I'm bored-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm too hungry to continue.So bye humans : D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-98330177454161766?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/98330177454161766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=98330177454161766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/98330177454161766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/98330177454161766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2007/12/sheesh.html' title=''/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-7564740977582419279</id><published>2007-12-05T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T19:07:46.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HUMANS! I'm &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;bored&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BORED&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-7564740977582419279?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/7564740977582419279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=7564740977582419279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/7564740977582419279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/7564740977582419279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2007/12/humans-im-bored-bored-bored-bored-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-2563289532424671070</id><published>2007-12-04T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T02:21:36.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Warning:A totally random post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I shall heed miss choy's suggestion&lt;/strong&gt;,I had this urge to blog.But as usual,it's those i-want-to-blog-but-there's-seriously-nothing-to-post-about thing again,therefore,I shall post about how bored I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*thinks for awhile...*Hoi Miss Choy! How to post about how bored I am?&lt;/em&gt;I'm just bored out of my mind.Neopets took up some time,but it became boring again.Hoho.I have a very short attention span and i can get bored as easily as i get interested in stuff.Sigh.What to post about? I'm not in the mood for music-listening because my bro turned up the volume of his game.Some darkness and light game shit.Which interrupts me in my sanctuary(ie;listening to my chemical romance) Sounds so...Eurgh. It sounds like I am in serious need of being in my sanctuary -.- Which I'm not, cos it doesnt really cure boredom does it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of having nothing to post about,I realised something.&lt;em&gt;I cant get inspiration out of everything and anything already&lt;/em&gt; T.T If people havent noticed,my MSN's personal message area is empty.Blame that on the lack of inspiration.It's pissing actually.Usually I can get some weird quote of my on like that *snaps fingers* But now?Sigh.No inspiration=no personal message. Which in turn,leads to my inability to actually write anything here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what?&lt;strong&gt;I shall blog about my actually very uninteresting and boring day&lt;/strong&gt;.Just to elongate the post.:D Hoho.It sucks not going out or something.Let's see I got forcibly woken up by my aunt for lunch, which , my grandmother didnt cook.So I had to &lt;strong&gt;order pizza&lt;/strong&gt; hut (: I was like, "Why cant cheryl order?I want to sleep la." But in the end? I still&lt;em&gt; got prodded awake&lt;/em&gt;.Irritating.Had 9 hours of sleep? No idea anyway.Ate the home delivery,the pizzas were not up to standard though &gt;:( Then i used the computer again , &amp;amp;I went upstairs to finish &lt;strong&gt;reading the goblet of fire for the second time&lt;/strong&gt;,i've taken a considerably long time to read the second time though,I want to absorb everything in :D It helps re-reading a book,unless it's those books that can make you sleep,you actually get to understand the story better,as well as pick up some parts of the book that you didnt notice.Hoho,felt tried after reading,so i went to sleep&lt;strong&gt;.(P/s: My handphone lain forgotton on the table where i was charging it since noon-.-)&lt;/strong&gt; .Woke up and watch tv whilst eating dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatted with Joan when i came online.Had a fun time trying to think of a username to use&lt;strong&gt;.Thanks Joan :D&lt;/strong&gt; Hoho.Kinda neglected her for neopets T.T &lt;em&gt;Sorry Joan D:&lt;/em&gt; Then played neopets till 1 plus(?) which makes three hours.Then i got bored with it.That's when i had this stupid urge to post.I'm here now (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what?I shall stop now.It's a post of satisfactory length.Bye humans!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-2563289532424671070?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/2563289532424671070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=2563289532424671070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/2563289532424671070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/2563289532424671070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2007/12/warninga-totally-random-post.html' title=''/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-4363621618652758498</id><published>2007-12-02T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T22:25:35.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I had this serious urge to blog.So here I am :D With one teeeeny weeeeny little problem.What to post about? Roar! Nothing interesting happened this few days.So..What can I do? I feel like blogging.I really want to post.But there's nothing to post about-.- Okay,nevermind :D I shall randomly talk about something.I seriously think you shouldnt read this post at all.It has no meaning.Or anything whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.I really am as smart as a troll.I got tricked by the same SMS thing for the THIRD time.Yeah, not once,not twice,but THRICE.It's those I-have-something-important-to-tell(or ask)-you-call-me-now trick sms. The first time was from my sister I think,yeah,it was.She was outside,And then I called her.She was cackling like some madwoman.&amp;amp;&lt;strong&gt;She told me to read the entire message&lt;/strong&gt;.I just went "huh?" And she told me to scroll down. -.- Dumb me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second time was from Nurdiana.Haha.And I DID call her.Once again -.- She laughed and then she asked me to scroll down.Guess what? &lt;strong&gt;It was exactly the same SMS&lt;/strong&gt;. But in the end, she DID have something to ask me.LOL! So not a wasted call.Apparently,I dont learn from my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third time? Happened yesterday.Brandon sent me the SMS too.A different one, this time, in chinese.I think it said, Call me now,I have something bad to tell you,it's about you.And guess what? I DID call.I'm such a dumbass.ROAR! Aye.Next time, I'm going to press the down button . No matter what.Sigh,&lt;em&gt;I AM as smart as a troll&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blog post is still short.In my opinion,it IS short.Okay,let's talk about my schedule then.:D What to say what to say what to say? Okay.Let's see..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have to go for band on friday for the briefing(?) or something about band camp.&lt;strong&gt;As well as pay WenHui the money for my bags&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Important &lt;/span&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&amp;amp;On the same day, I&lt;em&gt; have to go to the Singapore Eye Centre again for the checkup&lt;/em&gt;.Sigh..How I "look foward" to those trips. But I'm keeping my hopes up, maybe I'll get a new pair of specs :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Going to Malacca on Saturday.*yawns* Why must I always go to Malacca.Which means I wont be updating this blog for three days?Or more, depends.Ahh, looking on the bright side;&lt;strong&gt;I CAN SUNTAN&lt;/strong&gt;!&amp;amp;I can bet my sister's going to be tanner than me when we come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How interesting, nothing much to do during the holidays.Oh yeah, HOMEWORK! Okay,I'd better start turning my house upside down to find my math worksheet.&amp;amp;Of course,my sister's essay on betrayal.That should be all I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh yeah,my dad said "fuck" like 5 times today.How ironic,I get scolded for saying fuck.&amp;amp;Yet he can use it like it's a normal word.Okay nevermind.I shall start saying fuck in front of him :D &amp;amp;point out to him that if he could say then why cant I? Hoho.Nahh,I dont like the word anyway.Well,I dont like saying that word.But typing it is easy:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thanks Joan :D Hoho,she told me to post about the sms thing.And i ended up posting about more.And Joan's back (: I hope your cousin bit you again ^^ I'm evill :D niahahahaha*rubs hands together* Argh,I'm thinking of the chipmunk again.from enchanted,Haha.So cute. Okay, I'm off (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-4363621618652758498?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/4363621618652758498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=4363621618652758498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/4363621618652758498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/4363621618652758498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-had-this-serious-urge-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-8680649535241703485</id><published>2007-12-01T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T23:34:40.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blogthings quiz (: Warning, Long post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Scholastic Strength Is Deep Thinking&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoumajorinquiz/deep-thinking.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You aren't afraid to delve head first into a difficult subject, with mastery as your goal.You are talented at adapting, motivating others, managing resources, and analyzing risk.&lt;br /&gt;You should major in:&lt;br /&gt;PhilosophyMusicTheologyArtHistoryForeign language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What&lt;a&gt; Should You Major In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.This is so not true-.-.I'm not analytical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are an Okay Student&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouagoodstudentquiz/student-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how to get by school, but your heart isn't always in it.&lt;br /&gt;Motivation is a problem for you. Maybe you need to study something more exciting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouagoodstudentquiz/"&gt;Are You a Good Student?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See?I do need motivation :DDD hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#b9d3ee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Hidden Talent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c6e2ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/flowers.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are both very knowledgeable and creative.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be full of new ideas and potential - big potential.&lt;br /&gt;Ideas like yours could change the world, if you build them.&lt;br /&gt;As long as you don't stop working on your dreams, you'll get there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/"&gt;What's Your Hidden Talent?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sounds wrong.How unrealistic.C'mon.I donthave much potential in anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#f88b8b;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 50% Boyish and 50% Girlish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#a7ceff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes.&lt;br /&gt;You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them.&lt;br /&gt;You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howboyishorgirlishareyouquiz/"&gt;How Boyish or Girlish Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool.I'm a bit of both :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your English Skills:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/doesyourenglishcutthemustardquiz/english.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grammar: 100%&lt;br /&gt;Punctuation: 100%&lt;br /&gt;Spelling: 40%&lt;br /&gt;Vocabulary: 20%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doesyourenglishcutthemustardquiz/"&gt;Does Your English Cut the Mustard?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is true! My spelling and vocab DO suck :D Hoho.I shall work on them then (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;People Envy Your Ingenuity&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdopeopleenvyaboutyouquiz/ingenuity.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a person with unique ideas, big plans, and a zany outlook on life. Many people look to you for inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;People envy your creativity and "who cares?" attitude. They feel very ordinary next to you - and they usually are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdopeopleenvyaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Do People Envy About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one word.RIDICULOUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Learning Style: Expressive and Tenacious&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoustudyquiz/enfj.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to learn about new cultures, ideas, and theories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Should Study:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthropology&lt;br /&gt;Counseling&lt;br /&gt;Education&lt;br /&gt;Ethnic Studies&lt;br /&gt;Foreign Languages and Literature&lt;br /&gt;History&lt;br /&gt;Literature&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;Philosophy&lt;br /&gt;Eastern Religion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoustudyquiz/"&gt;What Should You Study?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool! Just that I'm not very sure what tenacious means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 65% Perfectionist&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouaperfectionistquiz/perfectionist-4.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a true perfectionist. You are both demanding of yourself and others.&lt;br /&gt;While it's great to have goals and standards, they don't need to be sky high!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouaperfectionistquiz/"&gt;Are You a Perfectionist?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho.Maybe I AM a perfectionist (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dedede;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Face Says&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f4f4f4"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdopeoplethinkofyourfacequiz/face.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first glance, people see you as down to earth and reliable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, your true self is reserved and logical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With friends, you seem dramatic, lively, and quick to react.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you seem mysterious and interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In stressful situations, you seem cheerful and optimistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdopeoplethinkofyourfacequiz/"&gt;What Do People Think Of Your Face?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been really stressed before.So i dontknow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Handwriting Says About You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourhandwritingsayaboutyouquiz/handwriting.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are sometimes a very energetic person, but you are sometimes quite lethargic. You're moody, prone to ups and downs, and you don't have a lot of endurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You range from very outgoing to very shy. You are a shapeshifter who is very versatile. You adapt well, and you look at things from many angles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very detail oriented and meticulous. You are a careful thinker and a true intellectual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need a bit of space in your life, but you're not a recluse. You expect people to give you a small amount of privacy, and you respect their privacy as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are somewhat traditional, but you are also open to change. You listen to your head and your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a decent communicator. You eventually get your point across, but sometimes you leave things a bit ambiguous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourhandwritingsayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Handwriting Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho.Not sure :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Leo - Your Love Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourloveprofilequiz/leo-love.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your positive traits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're almost always the center of attention - and easy for potential dates to spot&lt;br /&gt;Your happiness and optimism is appealing to all... and contagious!&lt;br /&gt;You don't hold grudges - getting over little fights is no problem for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your negative traits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to ignore relationship problems, until they are too big to handle&lt;br /&gt;You crave luxury, and you are disappointed with partners who can't provide you with it&lt;br /&gt;If someone does you wrong, you'll coldly and cruelly break their heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal partner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone high status enough to bring you more attention - but not so great that they upstage you&lt;br /&gt;Makes you laugh and brings excitement to everything you do together&lt;br /&gt;Is aggressive and confident enough to butt heads with you every so often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dating style:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High expectations. You need to be impressed with an incredible first date for a second one to occur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your seduction style:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to make the first move - you're fearless about initiating things&lt;br /&gt;Passionate. You really get into any intimate act.&lt;br /&gt;Aggressive. Most of the time, you find yourself wanting sex more than your partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tips for the future:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to not need so much attention. You'll feel less ignored, guaranteed.&lt;br /&gt;Learn to love your partner for who they are - not how they help advance your life.&lt;br /&gt;Let your partner shine occasionally. You don't always have to be the alpha dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best color to attract mate: Gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best day for a date: Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourloveprofilequiz/"&gt;What's Your Love Profile?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERM?!&lt;br /&gt;Okay.I shall stop x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-8680649535241703485?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/8680649535241703485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=8680649535241703485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/8680649535241703485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/8680649535241703485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2007/12/blogthings-quiz-warning-long-post.html' title=''/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-2599571154536765448</id><published>2007-11-30T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T00:41:09.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HARRY POTTER SURVEY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Favorites&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Book :&lt;/strong&gt; HP&amp;amp;The Deathly Hallows.It's the most exciting one.Other than the fact that Fred's life was short .Sad T.T . HP&amp;amp;The Half Blood Prince is nice too.But Dumbledore died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movie :&lt;/strong&gt; HP&amp;amp;The Goblet Of Fire.It's the most exciting.HP&amp;amp;The Chamber Of Secrets too.It was so long ago,when the actors were young and cute.Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Character, overall :&lt;/strong&gt; Luna Lovegood and Nymphadora Tonks :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Male Character :&lt;/strong&gt; Fred&amp;George;Harry;Lee Jordan;Hagrid;Dumbledore(I dont care if he's gay or not.He's brilliant)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Female Character :&lt;/strong&gt; Luna,Nymphadora,Hermione,Mcgonagall,Fleur(minus the fact that she is half veela),Ginny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adult Character :&lt;/strong&gt; Dumbledore,Mcgongall,Hagrid,Sirius,Aberforth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;House :&lt;/strong&gt; GRYFFINDOR! Where the brave at heart dwells.Or was it Where the brave dwells at heart.Argh,I never fail to not remember the phrase to describe Gryffindors or any other houses. Roar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Actor :&lt;/strong&gt; Daniel Radcliffe ;he's tailored for that role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Actress :&lt;/strong&gt; Evanna Lynch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teacher :&lt;/strong&gt; Flitwick,Mcgonagall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Subject :&lt;/strong&gt; Transfiguration (: It's so cool.Hmm, charms can be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spell :&lt;/strong&gt; Vipero Evanseca(Remove conjured snakes;Chamber of secrets),Wingardium Leviosa(Ability to make objects fly;Philosopher's stone),Expecto Patronum(Repel Dementors),Alohomora(Unlock locks in general),Obliviate(Modify memory). There's so many that i like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Couple :&lt;/strong&gt; Tonks&amp;amp;Lupin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Creature :&lt;/strong&gt; Hipogriff ,leprachuans, Centaurs, Unicorns too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;House elf :&lt;/strong&gt; Dobby (he died to save harry potter) ; Kreacher (He led all the house elves in Hogwarts to fight against Voldemort.) Winky is plain weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Death Eater :&lt;/strong&gt; Narcissa.She helped Harry in beating Voldemort in a way,she lied to voldermort that harry was dead.When he really wasnt. Hmm..Does Snape count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;What do you think of....?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voldemort?&lt;/strong&gt; A sadistic , deranged and demented old crackpot fool.Who kills because he likes it.C'mon, he drinks unicorn's blood, killed a gazillion people AND does unforgivable stuff like killing a baby.But failed anyway.NEHNEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ron/Hermione?&lt;/strong&gt; Expected.It's expected that two people who are forever arguing always ends up together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harry/Ginny?&lt;/strong&gt; Compatible.Both are strong emotionally,good qudditch players.&amp;amp;are good at one particular spell.)Harry;the patronus charm. Ginny;Bat Bogey Hex.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lupin/Tonks?&lt;/strong&gt; Aww, sweet. But their marriage was short.They died in the end.Which also means that Messrs Moony,Wormtail,Padfoot and Prongs are all dead.History.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Draco?&lt;/strong&gt; The actor is better looking than Daniel Radcliffe. Thinks he's superior with that pure blood shit.I bet he can do a copureal Patronus. At most, it's gonna be a serpent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Snape?&lt;/strong&gt; He's brave.&amp;amp;extremely good at Occlumens.To lie under Voldermort's perfect legimens skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sirius?&lt;/strong&gt; He acts with his emotions.Not his brains.&amp;amp;He's hyper.Cant sit around the entire day.He's pure blood but doesnt believe in the blood status crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Book 1?:&lt;/strong&gt; A perfect beginning, but climax was a bit blah.A nice twist to the story though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Book 2?:&lt;/strong&gt; Nicer plot.Better twist.Improved Climax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Book 3?:&lt;/strong&gt; Blahh! Not reallly nice in my opinion.But it's sweet for godfather-son renioun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Book 4?:&lt;/strong&gt; Nice! Haha, A lot nicer.Unexpected twist towards the ending.The first tragic death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Book 5?:&lt;/strong&gt; Not up to scratch.It isnt really nice.But Umbridge is mean.That sadistic toad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Book 6?:&lt;/strong&gt; Nice! Didnt expect Snape to be the half blood prince.Worse death yet.Dumbledore's dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Book 7?: &lt;/strong&gt; Perfect!Surprised that Harry was still alive,but it's happier that way anyway.Death toll is huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movie 1?&lt;/strong&gt; Cute! Haha, all the actors looked young and naive then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movie 2?&lt;/strong&gt; Better than the first.Daniel looked convinving speaking in ParselTongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movie 3?&lt;/strong&gt;  Long.But kind of nice.They chose a right person as Wormtail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movie 4?&lt;/strong&gt; Nice!Kudos on that.With all the dragons and flying.It's wonderful.Just cut a lot from the books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movie 5?&lt;/strong&gt; Just okay only.Too heavily edited for my liking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Danial Radcliffe?&lt;/strong&gt; He's tailored for that role,I cant imagine anybody else playing that role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;This or That?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harry or Ron?&lt;/strong&gt; Harry.He's stronger emotionally&amp;amp;can take hardships.Unlike Ron,refer to last book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Snape or Lucius?&lt;/strong&gt; Snape.Lucius is downright cunning.At least Snape is doing it for a good cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crabbe or Goyle?&lt;/strong&gt; Crabbe.He helped Harry destroy the last horcrux.But he died anyway.Good thing that he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lavender or the Patil Twins?:&lt;/strong&gt; Patil twins.I hate it when Lavender calls Ron.won-won.Eww..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fred or George?&lt;/strong&gt; Both! One is not enough trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hermione or Ginny?&lt;/strong&gt; Hermione.She's real smart.But a pain in the ass in a way.But wtheck,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lupin or Moody?&lt;/strong&gt; Lupin.Moody freaks me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lockhart or Umbridge?&lt;/strong&gt; Lockhart.Umbridge is a sadistic toad.No wonder she's single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tonks or Luna?&lt;/strong&gt; Aww..Can i have both?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bellatrix or Narcissa?&lt;/strong&gt; Narcissa.Bellatrix drove the longbottoms into insanity.She's crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fang or Arnold?&lt;/strong&gt; Fang.Because I cannot remember who's Arnold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hedwig or Pig?&lt;/strong&gt; Hedwig, Pig is immature :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vernon or Dudley?&lt;/strong&gt; Dudley,at least he appreciated his help with the dementors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harry or Voldemort?&lt;/strong&gt; Harry of course.Voldermort is pure evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;James or Sirius?&lt;/strong&gt; James :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lupin or Sirius?&lt;/strong&gt; Sirius :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lily or Ginny?&lt;/strong&gt; Lily.She died to save her son.Instead of allowing him to kill Harry and lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cho or Ginny?&lt;/strong&gt; Ginny.Cho is a real weak person.Besides, Ginny's prettier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bill or Charlie?&lt;/strong&gt; Bill.His name appeals to me more x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Slughorn or Snape?&lt;/strong&gt; Snape.Slughorn is.. Eurgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hagrid or Filch?&lt;/strong&gt; Hagrid of course! Filch is plain nasty.Not to mention sadistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nagani or Mrs. Norris?&lt;/strong&gt; Mrs Norris,Nagini kills.Mrs Norris just send children into detention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Buckbeak or Witherwings?&lt;/strong&gt; Arent they the same? Buckbeak sounds nicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dumbledore or Snape?&lt;/strong&gt; Dumbledore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fleur or Cho?&lt;/strong&gt; Fleur.I doubt that Cho would still be with harry if he was bitten by fenrir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Avada Kedavra or Crucio?&lt;/strong&gt; Avada Kedavra.Better dead immediatly than dying of torture right?Maybe you'll survive,but you'll be driven into insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Expecto Patronum or Sectumsempra?&lt;/strong&gt; Expecto Patronum.It's more advanced :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hog's Head or Thee Broomsticks?&lt;/strong&gt; Three Broomsticks.Hog's Head freaks me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Phoenix or Dragon?&lt;/strong&gt; Phoenix.It's more useful.It's tears has healing powers.It can carry heavy loads.&amp;amp;it has magical powers.It doesnt really die.Because it will be reborned by the ashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Centaur or Unicorn?&lt;/strong&gt; Unicorn.They are more pure.&amp;amp;harder to catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Book 1 or 2?&lt;/strong&gt; Two.Of course (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Book 3 or 4?&lt;/strong&gt; Four. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Book 5 or 6?&lt;/strong&gt; Six ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movies or Books?&lt;/strong&gt; BOTH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-2599571154536765448?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/2599571154536765448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=2599571154536765448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/2599571154536765448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/2599571154536765448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2007/11/harry-potter-survey-favorites-book-hp.html' title=''/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-8028155449938000187</id><published>2007-11-30T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T01:20:58.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R07xAE9R1BI/AAAAAAAAAOw/7R7edxCXDck/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0629e.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138309208509371410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R07xAE9R1BI/AAAAAAAAAOw/7R7edxCXDck/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90629e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Band exchange with Jurong Secondary.Mind the photo ; I edited it using my phone.I sharpen-ed&amp;amp;rotated it using my phone.So that you guys dont have to turn your computer screens clockwise to look at it properly.Hoho.&amp;amp;Not in this photo is WeiEn(I dontknow how to spell her name);She's Sec one(Like me :D)&amp;amp;She looks like Denise;for rosythians,I'm talking about Denise Koh.I think, the 608 Denise^^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay,back to the exchange programme.Hmm,it was quite fun. But i pity the Jurong Sec students thought ): All the way from Jurong and back.What a long trip here.We started with ice breakers.As usual, we played whacko :D Cool right? This time, double whacko.It was fun (: Ahmad was the only one who had gotten a forfeit.He had to write Jurong with his butt.It was hilarious I tell you,H i l a r i o u s.Well ,at least he's game :)I got whacked once only XD Hoho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then we went down to the parade square for Husband&amp;amp;Wife.Fun game,but..Dangerous.Okay,for those who have no idea what husband&amp;amp;wife is about.I'm going to explain the game to you :) Students hold hands in a circle,and then there'll be a couple inside the circle.&amp;amp;they will decide who to "cut".Meaning,the couple will break another two people's hands that are held together.Then two couples will compete with each other.The person beside the person who has got "cut" on the left ; and the person beside the person on the right who had got cut.They will then compete.The first couple to reach the spot where they started,will get to remain within the circle.Not inside the circle.&amp;amp;it continues.I fell. Want details? Ask me.I'm lazy to type it here X) Haha.It didnt hurt much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After this was the performance from both bands.First from Jurong sec :D I forgot the names of the songs.Oooops, sorry :x &amp;amp;their conductor is fierce.I repeat, f i e r c e.Then it's our turn.We screwed up, badly.Our performance was horrid.&amp;amp;I blanked out at the last page of Seventh Night Of July.Copacabana too.For a while.Shhh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Went off for lunch. Just bought bubble tea.Haha.&amp;amp;Had sectionals with Jurong Sec's band.Well,we were divided into two groups.Band A and Band B.Both bands will play a different song.&amp;amp;I'm in band A.So was CXL&amp;amp;Weihong.Flautists from Jurong Sec includes, ChuXing,I-dontknow-how-to-spell-his-name(pronounced as ANGLES),&amp;amp;ShingHei.As usual, I have no idea how to spell his name. Jiaen&amp;amp;MeiEn&amp;amp;Brandon in Band B.With Zhiwei&amp;amp;WeiEn. That's all I think. I cant remember. My score was easier than Meien's .So..I'm lucky.The rhythm was pretty straightfoward.But i tend to speed up :x Oh well..That habit of mine NEEDS to be kicked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Performance after that.Blanked out, again.(Angles?) too.Haha,So I think ChuXing was the only one that actually played. Listened to Band B's songs.&amp;amp;They had to go back already. Sad. T.T Oh well... Took pictures with them ^^ well, PICTURE.Cos that was the only one.Dinner after that,ate fries.But half of them got eaten by brandon.Okay, i'm exaggerating.a quarter of them got eaten by him.Had to go home cos my mon rushed me T.T ROAR! Okay, end of wednesday :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;P/s: Brandon,stop showing your &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;neon orange&lt;/span&gt; watch to me =.= It's striking enough.&amp;amp;I dontlike neon colours -.- Not even orange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R07xAE9R1CI/AAAAAAAAAO4/_Lwkf2AFBek/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0630D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138309208509371426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R07xAE9R1CI/AAAAAAAAAO4/_Lwkf2AFBek/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90630D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R07xAU9R1DI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ANeWiBTsBxc/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0634.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138309212804338738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R07xAU9R1DI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ANeWiBTsBxc/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90634.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Rosyth Band Camp today. That's Mr Aw btw . &amp;amp;The school canteen.Apparently,I got woken up at 8.45; So i decided to go for the camp earlier.Hah! Well..Nothing much about the camp.But it just sucks not being with them.I'm just hovering over them.Sitting there watching them doing whatever they're doing. Joyce,whatever,tiffany,Siti,danya,wannqin came back.hah! many of them coming back tomorrow.Hoho.Lunch was like shit.It was like skyband camp all over again. Roarr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bryan better come to sengkang sec.Well, i hope he does.I think SKYband needs percussion players.So,bryan better come to skss.He'd better! Oh well..He says he wants to.But before his mom submitted the option form,she changed the choices..So , he doesnt know == Oh well.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They played their set piece today.Some parts of it sounded like sunrise.Serious.&amp;amp;There's this place where there's the bird calls and all that all over again.It isnt as easy as 2006's.Okay, 06's set piece isnt that easy.But at least it looks easier.Taught Ruth one bar.I dont like her.Yeah i dont. NEHNEH!*sticks tongue out* She's miss know it all.Well, acts like one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Felt so foreign in rosyth.Haha,there's so many new faces. &amp;amp;out popped 2 more juniors.One's Zoe.The other one's.. uhh, i dontknow. Haha, i think i'd be shocked if I didnt knew claire then.Claire is adorable.Serious.AND SHE HAS HER OWN FLUTE! wthell. She's P2 next year only. Wthell wthell wthell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay, I shall end my post now humans ^^ Bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-8028155449938000187?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/8028155449938000187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=8028155449938000187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/8028155449938000187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/8028155449938000187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2007/11/band-exchange-with-jurong-secondary.html' title=''/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R07xAE9R1BI/AAAAAAAAAOw/7R7edxCXDck/s72-c/sayCHEESE%C2%A90629e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-7814777666530364905</id><published>2007-11-29T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T22:11:40.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bag sprees! Capping at 5 orders only :DD Hurrry!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shopping-maniac.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;www.shopping-maniac.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go Go! (I ordered two bags already) :DD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-7814777666530364905?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/7814777666530364905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=7814777666530364905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/7814777666530364905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/7814777666530364905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2007/11/bag-sprees-capping-at-5-orders-only-dd.html' title=''/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-3741396452523652425</id><published>2007-11-27T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T18:22:02.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Got this from Lihua(: Thanks :D (I admit I didnt ask you :x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Name people you know from A - Z:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - Alicia Tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I think.The 605 one :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;B - Brandon&lt;em&gt;(It took me a long time to figure out who to put-.-Apparently,I dont think I know many people with B as their initials.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C - Cheryl Woon&lt;br /&gt;D - Darrel &lt;em&gt;(&amp;amp;I wanted to put my name)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E - Esther Koh.&lt;br /&gt;F - Faiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I think you're the only person I know whose name starts with F)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;G - Grace&lt;br /&gt;H - Hui Yi&lt;br /&gt;I - Ian Chay -.-(&lt;em&gt;I dont want to put his name down)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J - Joan!&lt;br /&gt;K - Komathy&lt;br /&gt;L - Louisa!!!&lt;br /&gt;M - MiaoYing&lt;br /&gt;N - Eeeerm...Nur Hazimah^^ HAH!&lt;br /&gt;O - Odelia&lt;em&gt;.(I think she's the only person I know whose name starts with O)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P - PohLihua&lt;br /&gt;Q - Qiao ^^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Argh,her name supposed to be MIAOqiao.But err..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;R - Reena&lt;br /&gt;S - SinYi&lt;br /&gt;T - TohYanYing (:D)&lt;br /&gt;U - none -.- I NEED TO MAKE MORE FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;V - Viven&lt;br /&gt;W - Weihong&lt;br /&gt;X - Xinli ! :DD&lt;br /&gt;Y - YuXiang&lt;br /&gt;Z - Zariel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What does A sms you about?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Alicia) : I dont think she has my number.Neither do I have hers.Wait, does Alicia have a handphone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. How many siblings does B have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(Brandon) : Three, I think.I dontknow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What is C's nickname?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(CherylWoon) :Onni :DD &amp;amp;Occasionally Mrs Phua.But that's the past now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. How do you get to know D?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Darrel)  :When he asked me what's the difference between NPCC &amp;amp; NCC on 23 Dec.Haha.I didnt know it was him then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. How despo is E?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Esther) :I dontknow.I havent see her in AGES.Since the day we went back to Rosyth for our posting results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. How much is F older/younger than you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Faiz) :He is a few months younger than I am -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Name of G's best friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(Grace) :I have no idea.Jeremy I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Does H knows I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(HuiYi;Ian) :Nope! This is confirmed (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. What happens if J becomes your enemy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(Joan) :I would die.Seriously,no more entertainment online already T.T I dont think we would though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Under what conditions will K and L get married?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Komathy;Louisa) :When the Earth caves in and the sky falls down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. How many people do you know with M's initial?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(MiaoYing) :I dontknow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Do you enjoy talking on the phone with N?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(Nur Hazimah) : I dont think we've actually talked on the phone before.But crapping with her in class is cool ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Do you think O knows P?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Odelia;PohLiHua) : I dont think so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. How geeky is Q?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(I cant answer this question)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Is R very popular?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Reena) :I have no idea either.I only knew her during the Perth trip last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. What happens if S likes you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(SinYi) :I'll say I like her too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Is T a very random person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(TohYanYing) :Yeah! Hoho, she's very very retarded (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. How are U and V related?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I cant answer this question)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Do you take W as anything other than a friend?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Weihong) :Yeah, enemy for all i know.Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. When is the last time you met up with X?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(XinLi) Last thursday,to catch Enchanted ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Of everyone from A - Z, who do you love the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Louisa! Hoho. Im biased ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Are A and Z enemies?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Alicia;Zariel):No.I dont think so.In fact,I doubt they'd know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Will you betray any of them?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betray? What's your problem.What the hell.Betrayal is the worst thing that could ever happen to a person you trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Have you confessed to anyone from A - Z?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Confessed about what? Be specific.Thank you very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-3741396452523652425?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/3741396452523652425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=3741396452523652425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/3741396452523652425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/3741396452523652425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2007/11/got-this-from-lihua-thanks-d-i-admit-i.html' title=''/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-3372722639939281949</id><published>2007-11-26T23:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T00:13:15.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is not good for the human eyes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Read at your own risk.I'm not forcing you to read on.It's your decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I used to think that happy endings do happen,that there is such things called a miracle.But now, now I think I'm foolish to think that it does happen.Happy endings are nothing but a myth,a fairytale.Something that wouldnt happen in real life.Try convincing me.Maybe I would change my mindset.For now,I shall just think it this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For those completely blur by now,I'm talking about the recent turn of events.I cant say it's her fault.But I cant say it's completely mine either.At least I'm talking about it and not shirking it.It's not completely her fault,&amp;amp;not completely mine.But I'm going to put down my piece.It's not my fault that I got angry.Anger is a completely humane feeling.If you can get angry,why cant I?It's just the moment where i snap.If you're allowed to be angry.Why cant I?I'm not the type who is tolerant.I'm already surprised that I can suppress the anger for so long.Thinking that I'm being petty.I guess I'm not now.And just so you know, I didnt show you attitude or whatever shit you said about me.I wasnt talking to you when i said that chair was his.You didnt have to reply, you assumed that I was talking to you.That i was angry with you.Yes,I WAS angry.But you showed me your attitude ;it's natural that I'm pissed too.You wanted the war first, I'm merely giving you what you requested.Is it my fault?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay,I shall shut up now.You guys can rant all you want,I'm not bothered about all this anymore.Do whatever you want.Scold me if you have to.For,I've said my piece and I'm done and over with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-3372722639939281949?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-3633775587888423016</id><published>2007-11-25T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T22:37:44.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm actually posting this for fun^^ Hmm..I was reading somebody's blog just now.(CXL told me not to tell others ; so i shant :D) He was thinking about the memories he had teaching students(he's a teacher) ; about how they grew up already and all that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Time flies.This year faster than anytime else.I didnt remember my Primary six year to fly pass so quickly.I even remembered myself wishing that school would end faster because it was darn bored in class doing useless stuff like playing stress, or uno.Or playing concentration in a large group.Or getting pissed at Weitong,Bryan&amp;amp;DonTeo running around the classroom playing,something i presume to be catching.Oh I have no idea.I remembered being damn pissed at him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's fun reminiscing about the past.The memories.I remember falling out with Grace repeatedly,haha.Come to think of it, I think it's childish.It shant happen again.Right Grace?Hoho.Oh well,why i hated you,I'll never know.Because I forgot already.Live and let live shall we?Haha.And there's Joletta.I've havent heard about her for ages already.Hmm..I still well,dont like her.But it's always nice to see her again.Haha.I can't remember what happened that made me dislike her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh, and there's the day where we get our results for PSLE.How "supportive" my parents is.They went for work as per normal): Leaving me to go to school and back alone.Pathetic eh?Oh well..Haha.I remember going there,without thinking of my PSLE results.And goofing around.I think i got chased by some prefect to go to the hall.Then we went to the classroom.Got our results.And I saw my PSLE results as 233. I'm blind. And i was laughing like some madwoman on my seat and Jetaime took my paper away.And she gave me that "diaoo" look, she passed it back to me and said, check again. And guess what? I got 223.Haha, but i was happy nevertheless.Considering the fact that I didnt study ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I remembered 22 December.I went back to school to see what school I got posted too.Needless to say,I got into SengkangSecondarySchool la.That was my first choice.Haha.After SKSS was Compassvale,then Hougang Sec,then Peihwa,then Mayflower sec, and finally Angmokio sec.Hoho.What a weird choice right?I couldnt even get into AngMoKio sec and yet i put that choice in.Dont blame me, my mom asked me to put that in.She said I'm confirmed to be in Sengkang sec.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And then I remembered 23 December.The very first time I stepped into SengKangSecondary.Hoho.I hated Zulkifli the moment I saw him.And i remember seeing tok jiayi sitting infront of me.And we went chatting as Zulkifli made his discipline speech.Haha.Then they introduced us to our future form teachers.And all that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This ends my super duper lame and ridiculous post.But wtheck, reminiscing the past memories is a good thing to do once in a while.Okay,bye humans^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-3633775587888423016?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/3633775587888423016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=3633775587888423016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/3633775587888423016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/3633775587888423016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-actually-posting-this-for-fun-hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-9168306640444542415</id><published>2007-11-24T22:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T22:20:05.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I had this serious urge to blog.So here I am :D Cool eh? Second post for the day (: Well, the previous post was meant to be posted yesterday.But it was 12 already.So it became today.&amp;amp;I have no idea what I'm talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay,back to today.For one, I've already finished clearing my secondary one books for my mom's colleague.Whose son got 230 for his PSLE.Smart ass eh? Okay.Hmm, didnt get to sleep much today ): I slept at four and woke up at 12 pm.Mind you, I didnt wake up at 12 willingly okay? My mom poked me up so that I  would clear the books.Weird eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Maggot back from supercamp.And that isnt good news.I'm going to get waken up at 10 everyday already.Help.And guess what?He's behind me playing DDR now.Oh, cant i listen to my chemical romance in peace?*groans* Oh well, i only had five days of heaven and it aint enough.Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay, went to ACS's campus.To see his graduation.I was bored there.with them talking and talking and talking.Oh well.Ho.And then they came in.They did some cheer thing.Then my mom was like, eh.got twins lea.Then i just went huh? And my sis pointed the two guys in caps.Oh yeah, they're camp leaders by the way.Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So I was trying to look at one of the twins with dark blue cap.With his back facing us la.Just to confirm that they were twins.So they were , in the end = =. The lame thing was, in the end.Me&amp;amp;my sister got hyper = = and we were quarreling over who looks cold. I went , the navy blue cap one very dao . then he was like , NO LOR! the olive coloured cap one more dao. and we continued the arguement -- . and in the end, she said. aiya, but the navy blue cap one is more cute. and i went DIAOOO!. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And this ends the super lame post (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-9168306640444542415?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/9168306640444542415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=9168306640444542415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/9168306640444542415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/9168306640444542415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-had-this-serious-urge-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-5094268988903965493</id><published>2007-11-24T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T00:47:13.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The only reason I'm doing this quiz is because I want to stop thinking about something&amp;amp;Miss Choy Xin Li went to watch TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.name:&lt;/strong&gt; Denise Kang Mei Xian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.username:&lt;/strong&gt; What username.Which?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.nick:&lt;/strong&gt; DENISE ♥ You destroyed the trust I had in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.what color(a skittle) would you be:&lt;/strong&gt; Orange of course :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.chinese zodiac:&lt;/strong&gt; Dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.Horoscope:&lt;/strong&gt; Leo.I'm a lioness,beware.Roarrrr :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.hair color:&lt;/strong&gt; Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.eye color:&lt;/strong&gt; Dark brown. I was convinced that mine was black till I've read that it was impossible for your iris to be black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.height:&lt;/strong&gt; 1.51 metres. I know I'm short. But at least I dont have to bend down in busses to avoid hitting the ceiling:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.fave color&lt;/strong&gt;: The one &amp;amp; only ORANGE. Cooool right? That colour &lt;3&gt;11.&lt;strong&gt;Glasses&lt;/strong&gt;: Yes.Silver rimmed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.braces:&lt;/strong&gt; No.I dont intend to wear one either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13.piercing/tattoos(permanent or non):&lt;/strong&gt; five piercings,three on the right&amp;amp;two on the left.I have no tattoos yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14.pet:&lt;/strong&gt; A rabbit &amp;amp; A heck lot of fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15.postal code:&lt;/strong&gt; 806912.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;-Have you ever-&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16.cut you own hair?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` I did. When I was young,&amp;amp;I got scolded by my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17.did something you regretted?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` If i didnt do something i've regretted,then I've never tried anything new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18.hugged someone of no relationship (in blood ) with you:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` Yes. Of course. That's what friends are for right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19.skipped school?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` I think I didnt.My dad said no,but my mom said you write the letter and i sign.But in the end?I had to go to school ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Bungee jump?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` No. Dont think I would ever try that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21.jump off a building?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` I've only been on this planet for thirteen years and counting.There's so many things I havent done, I havent seen, I havent felt .I havent achieved my dreams.How can I depart this world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22.dumped someone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` *tries to change subject* You know.. Orange is really a nice colour..*goes on&amp;amp;on about orange*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23.TP’d someone’s house?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24.Been arrested?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` Nope.Not yet, I dontwant to get arrested either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25.won something?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` Yeah. Arguements :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26.been rejected?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` *Goes on about orange* It's reallly nice.Not too fiery . like red. Or too happy, like yellow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27.been to a funeral?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` Ten years ago. My maternal great grandmother's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28.used a lighter?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` Yes. = =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29.been on stage?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` I'm lovin it. Yes, I'm a stage whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;--favourite-- &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30.Season:&lt;/strong&gt; Autumn.For the colour of the leaves that I would never see in Singapore, orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31.food:&lt;/strong&gt; There's many. Serious. I can't list it down, it's will go on forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32.icecream flavor:&lt;/strong&gt; Chocolates (: Sorbets are nice, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33.school subject:&lt;/strong&gt; English (: Somehow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34.Person:&lt;/strong&gt; Harrry Potterr (: Zac Efron (: Jesse McCartney (: Miss Choy (: Piggg (: Widhiah (: Julie (: Hazimah(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35:Book:&lt;/strong&gt; The Harrrrry Pottttterrr Series rocks my socks off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36.Movies:&lt;/strong&gt; Still, The Harry Potttttterrrr Series :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37.Songs:&lt;/strong&gt; Many. Refer to my friendster will ya? I'm lazy to list it down for it's too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38.park:&lt;/strong&gt; That park in Singapore. I have no idea actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39.state&lt;/strong&gt;: Singapore.We are Singapore..Singaporeeaaannn ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40.sport to watch:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm not into sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41.Place:&lt;/strong&gt; Home sweet home , the music room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42.Bands:&lt;/strong&gt; MyChemicalRomance,SKYband,Red Jumpsuit Apparatus are just examples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;43.Letters in alphabets:&lt;/strong&gt; D , K , M &amp;amp; finally , X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;44. Restaurants:&lt;/strong&gt; I dontknow. McDonalds'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45.Cartoon/anime characters:&lt;/strong&gt; I dont watch TV much already.Spongebob (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;46.Tv Station:&lt;/strong&gt; Channel 5. Arts central (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;47. name for a son:&lt;/strong&gt; This can wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;48.name for a daughter:&lt;/strong&gt; This can wait till I'm married or something.It isnt my priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;-do you prefer-&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;49.Chocolate or Vanilla or StrawBerry?&lt;/strong&gt; Sticky Chewy Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50.long relationships or long friendship?&lt;/strong&gt; Can I have both? I'm greeedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;51.dogs or cats or hamsters&lt;/strong&gt;: I want all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;52.horro flicks or comedys or love storys or dramatic but educational or real life biographys:&lt;/strong&gt;Horror flicks And comedies too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;53.short or long hair:&lt;/strong&gt; Short. Easier to manage (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;54.croutons or bacon:&lt;/strong&gt; Bacon.It's nice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;55.kissing or hugging?:&lt;/strong&gt; Hugging :) I'm at the stage where I'm anti-boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-first thing that comes into your mind-&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;56.Mexico:&lt;/strong&gt; Tom&amp;amp;Jerry. There's this episode where It was very mexican&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;57.school:&lt;/strong&gt; textbooks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;58.Grass:&lt;/strong&gt; vivo city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;59. Cows:&lt;/strong&gt; taurus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;60.Canada:&lt;/strong&gt; maplestory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;61.Mouse:&lt;/strong&gt; the computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;62.Hands:&lt;/strong&gt; the flute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-the past 48 hours, have you-&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;63.watched a movie?&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, enchanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;64. talked on the phone?&lt;/strong&gt; Yea (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;65.cried?&lt;/strong&gt; I had the feeling, but I didnt cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;66.threw up?&lt;/strong&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;67.drank a glass of water?&lt;/strong&gt; I would have died of thirst if I didnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;68.done drugs?&lt;/strong&gt; No.I dontwant to live in hallucinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;69.read a book or magazine?&lt;/strong&gt; Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;70.watched TV?&lt;/strong&gt; Yup :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;71.looked in the mirror&lt;/strong&gt;? Duh = =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;72.taken a shower?&lt;/strong&gt; I would die without at least one a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;73.taken picture with others or yourself?&lt;/strong&gt; Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;74.listened to music?&lt;/strong&gt; Yes &amp;amp; I still am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;75.kissed someone?&lt;/strong&gt; No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;76.told someone you liked them?&lt;/strong&gt; No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;77.thought of any guy or gal?&lt;/strong&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;78.smoked?&lt;/strong&gt; Do you think I would actually want to kill myself.By lining my lungs with tar, Tainting my nails , Make my breath stink..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You've betrayed my trust in you.You made me believe that there was actually people I could trust.You made me believe all that,only to shatter it.All along,I thought you knew me.But I didnt know that I was wrong,so wrong.I should have followed my intuition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-5094268988903965493?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/5094268988903965493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=5094268988903965493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/5094268988903965493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/5094268988903965493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2007/11/only-reason-im-doing-this-quiz-is.html' title=''/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-5376001087338619456</id><published>2007-11-23T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T15:44:22.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm bored out of my mind.With a nose that's leaking like a tap&amp;amp;I'm thinking of plastering a piece of tissue on my nose.It's irritating how flu forever catches me.Okay fine,I admit i might have evaded a capture , or two.But it caught me in the end.Damn,I'm lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was searching on the characteristics of leo&amp;amp;I found this site that's cool.To spare you from reading what looks like an essay or two,I shall be a saint&amp;amp;summarise everything.(:On second thoughts..I think I shall just copy&amp;amp;paste everything in.It seems very summarised already.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;The sign of &lt;a class="kLink" oncontextmenu="return false;" id="KonaLink0" onmouseover="adlinkMouseOver(event,this,0);" style="POSITION: static; TEXT-DECORATION: underline! important" onclick="adlinkMouseClick(event,this,0);" onmouseout="adlinkMouseOut(event,this,0);" href="http://www.essortment.com/lifestyle/leocharacterist_supo.htm#" target="_top"&gt;Leo&lt;/a&gt; falls between July 23 and August 22. Its symbol is the Lion and like its namesake, Leos are royalty by nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(See?I'm royalty.*gives manical laughter*)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To know a Leo is to know what is means to be in the presence of royalty. They are of a proud breed, often keeping their true feelings to themselves&lt;em&gt;(true!)&lt;/em&gt;in order to save face&lt;em&gt;(not true),&lt;/em&gt; but don’t mistake this pride for insensitivity. Leos tend to be extremely generous in almost every aspect of their lives. They readily give their hearts, their bodies, and minds to those in need without much thought&lt;em&gt;(hmm..).&lt;/em&gt; Often these are the shoulders we cry on, the armchair advisors to our daily lives&lt;em&gt;,(am i?)&lt;/em&gt; and the fair-weather lovers in our beds. A Leo might not tell you he loves you in front of his buddies, but rest assured that he’ll have no problem showing you in everyway he knows how.(&lt;em&gt;why is all these in "he"&amp;amp;not "she".Oh well,hmm, this is.i dontknow)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With his/her career, the Leo has big dreams and every intention of making those dreams a reality&lt;em&gt;.(True?)&lt;/em&gt; The ambition of the Leo is equal only to his/her bold approach. The Leo truly understands the concept of taking advantage of an opportunity when it presents itself. This need for ambition comes from his/her need for prominence. Leos need to feel important, regardless of the medium or his/her station in life. The world’s Leos are as successful as CEOs, vice presidents, congressmen, and doctors as they are as street hustlers, fast food managers, and mechanics&lt;em&gt;.(right..)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This need for importance doesn’t stop at career. In love, they are often attracted to those who make them feel good about themselves.&lt;em&gt;(no comments)&lt;/em&gt; Compliments are the Leo’s prime soul food, and why not? With as much as they tend to bring to a relationship, why shouldn’t they expect the same and more in return? Unfortunately, like the king of the jungle, they don’t tend to gravitate towards monogamy. While they will stay with one person that they truly love, that doesn’t stop their eyes from wandering. A married Leo is far from being a dead Leo. &lt;em&gt;(right)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being that their definition of loyalty doesn’t necessarily fall in line with the conventional, they tend to make enemies as quickly as they do friends&lt;em&gt;.(kinda true..)&lt;/em&gt; This doesn’t bother the Leo, for they are strong-willed and fierce fighters&lt;em&gt;.(I guess it al depends)&lt;/em&gt; They stand up to for what they believe and have no problem defending it against opponents&lt;em&gt;(true :D).&lt;/em&gt; This trait can be more of an asset as they tend to be intensely protective of those they love. They are wonderful defenders, going above and beyond what is necessary to ensure the well-being of a loved one&lt;em&gt;.(hmm?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Leo that is in a comfortable place in life, is usually a well-adjusted and happy person&lt;em&gt;.(yeah im happy ;D)&lt;/em&gt; All he/she needs is to feel as though they are the kings or queens of their castle. When the Leo doesn’t have this, often this throws him into a pit of despair and he may turn to self-destructive behavior&lt;em&gt;.(I self destruct?DAMN!)&lt;/em&gt; Being important in some aspect of his life is the most pertinent thing of all. Once lost, the Leo has a hard time relating to his own life&lt;em&gt;.(i have no idea about this)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a happy king makes for happy subjects. When the Leo is happy, everyone in his life is happy, for the most part&lt;em&gt;.(I'm honoured;D)&lt;/em&gt; His generous nature keeps the people he loves happy and his strength keeps them feeling safe&lt;em&gt;.(I dont think so..)&lt;/em&gt; So, appreciate your Leo and he’ll share with you all that he has&lt;em&gt;.(YEAH! appreciate me :D Okay,lame)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously have no idea how to go about posting this.So I tried my best.&amp;amp; henceforth, i end my post ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-5376001087338619456?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/5376001087338619456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=5376001087338619456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/5376001087338619456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/5376001087338619456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-bored-out-of-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-6169471174909373317</id><published>2007-11-23T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T01:21:00.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PHOTOS :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R0ZbOk9R08I/AAAAAAAAAOI/LVJ7LhgZqEQ/s1600-h/lihua&amp;amp;me&amp;amp;cxl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135892731059622850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R0ZbOk9R08I/AAAAAAAAAOI/LVJ7LhgZqEQ/s320/lihua%26me%26cxl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lihua,me&amp;amp;cxl. At vivo :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R0ZaoU9R03I/AAAAAAAAANg/WOSdXRnglck/s1600-h/IMG_2356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135892073929626482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R0ZaoU9R03I/AAAAAAAAANg/WOSdXRnglck/s320/IMG_2356.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can't remember what happened to my specs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R0Zao09R04I/AAAAAAAAANo/imeW3FSMYZE/s1600-h/IMG_2360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135892082519561090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R0Zao09R04I/AAAAAAAAANo/imeW3FSMYZE/s320/IMG_2360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R0Zao09R05I/AAAAAAAAANw/sWVudz_m_DI/s1600-h/IMG_2361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135892082519561106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R0Zao09R05I/AAAAAAAAANw/sWVudz_m_DI/s320/IMG_2361.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I decided to take this photo because it has my specs in it ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R0ZapU9R06I/AAAAAAAAAN4/lmhco9ogMFQ/s1600-h/IMG_2362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135892091109495714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R0ZapU9R06I/AAAAAAAAAN4/lmhco9ogMFQ/s320/IMG_2362.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; CXL looks weird eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R0ZapU9R07I/AAAAAAAAAOA/rRRZHBvyGAw/s1600-h/IMG_2393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135892091109495730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R0ZapU9R07I/AAAAAAAAAOA/rRRZHBvyGAw/s320/IMG_2393.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was screaming my head off.trust me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R0ZaXE9R0yI/AAAAAAAAAM4/wuHIDLzr5XI/s1600-h/IMG_2330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135891777576882978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R0ZaXE9R0yI/AAAAAAAAAM4/wuHIDLzr5XI/s320/IMG_2330.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ugly butt? Hah, smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R0ZaXU9R0zI/AAAAAAAAANA/LW0S8V4Y02E/s1600-h/IMG_2336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135891781871850290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R0ZaXU9R0zI/AAAAAAAAANA/LW0S8V4Y02E/s320/IMG_2336.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We look like the mafia.just that we're smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R0ZaXU9R00I/AAAAAAAAANI/QQmxq_Ugv_s/s1600-h/IMG_2340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135891781871850306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R0ZaXU9R00I/AAAAAAAAANI/QQmxq_Ugv_s/s320/IMG_2340.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; JUMP :D First i thought cxl look like she was singing,then i thought she looked like she was wishing,now i think she looks like she's rabbit. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R0ZaYE9R01I/AAAAAAAAANQ/NR-dMfMRJmw/s1600-h/IMG_2349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135891794756752210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R0ZaYE9R01I/AAAAAAAAANQ/NR-dMfMRJmw/s320/IMG_2349.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MAFIA:D Plus the smile&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R0ZaYE9R02I/AAAAAAAAANY/yStSpBzoq_8/s1600-h/IMG_2351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135891794756752226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R0ZaYE9R02I/AAAAAAAAANY/yStSpBzoq_8/s320/IMG_2351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-6169471174909373317?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/6169471174909373317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=6169471174909373317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/6169471174909373317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/6169471174909373317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2007/11/photos-dd-lihuame-at-vivo-d-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R0ZbOk9R08I/AAAAAAAAAOI/LVJ7LhgZqEQ/s72-c/lihua%26me%26cxl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-3064143419080728571</id><published>2007-11-22T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T22:05:13.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Went out today :D Finally. Considering that fact that I didnt go out much since holidays started.Other than for school related stuff like swimming,lessons&amp;amp;band.Besides,my dad only gave me a hundred bucks to spend for two months.yeah,two months.I can finish that money by going out twice.(By the way,my definition of going out is going to places like bugis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Back to today.Overslept D: It's amazing that I could sleep past my alarm.The alarm volume was to the maximum&amp;amp;my alarm tone was This Is How I Disapper-My Chemical Romance.I think people who had listened to this song before will also be amazed.Well,this is how i disappear is a very loud&amp;amp;noisy(according to others,i think it's heaven) song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Rushed to Compass,only to realise that pohlihua&amp;amp;missCXL will also be late.CXL was still in slumberland when she's supposed to be in reality&amp;amp;lihua just left the house-.-Oh well, nevermind(: Went to Vivo.Gossiped and all that on the train;missCXL&amp;amp;lihua messed with my hair.I want my haircut.It's long.I dontwant to tie my hair up next year.Waste so much time,unlike short hair.So convenient(is this the correct spelling?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bought tickets for enchanted.Went to get Lihua's camera,whilst waiting,we went cam-whoring.Making dumb faces.Collected her camera(: She seem elated.Okay,she IS elated.Hoho.Walked back to vivo,had lunch,finally.was damn full.Went back to the cinema,bought snacks&amp;amp;all that.Watched the movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lihua looked like she was going to cry at some part.Which wasnt even emotion-evoking at all.Lol?Okay,to me it wasnt.SPOILER ALERT.the main character,Jazelle,is very very hmm,naive?Speaking in a melodramatic way.Very exaggerated,&amp;amp;there's songs in it too (: Cool eh? THE CHIPMUNK IS REALLLY CUTE! There's this part where the prince was in the restaurant&amp;amp;the chipmunk was trying to warn him that the prince's stepmom wanted to poison Jazelle,&amp;amp;the chipmunk couldnt speak in the real world,so he was acting it out.Very cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;End of spoiler.Okay,it wasnt really a spoiler,but what the heck.Okay,went to the rooftop&amp;amp;cam-whored more.This time more.Then went "shopping".Window shopping to be exact.WE SAW FOUR SHOPS WITH THE NAME ALDO. ALDO acessories,ALDO,ALDO brue.&amp;amp;one more,that one I dont think i noticed,but CXL said that there were four.Damn,I'm jealous.I only have a wine shop named after me.Cooooool right?I'm famous :D Okay,Denise,shut up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then Lihua&amp;amp;CXL went to another band concert&amp;amp;i went home.Bought pearl red tea first.(pig,be jealous:D) Hoh.Okay,gotta go.I want to watch my tv&amp;amp;sleep my sleep. :D Bye humans(: Pictures up soon ;D Soon as in once CXL or lihua sends me the photos (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-3064143419080728571?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/3064143419080728571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=3064143419080728571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/3064143419080728571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/3064143419080728571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2007/11/went-out-today-d-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-940584374426893125</id><published>2007-11-20T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T19:14:32.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay,I'm sorry for doing,yet another quiz.But i just couldnt resist the temptation to do so.I just felt that my blog looks somewhat dead.Because my posts are short.&amp;amp;are of random content ):Things in italics are for those people who are lazy to read long answers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Spell your name without the vowels.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` &lt;em&gt;Dns Kng M Xn&lt;/em&gt;. How pathetic,the remains of my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Are you single?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;`&lt;em&gt; Yeah&lt;/em&gt; :D Single&amp;amp;loving it (: I'm stress-free :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What's your favourite number?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;`&lt;em&gt; I don't have a favourite number&lt;/em&gt;.Favourite numbers&amp;amp;such are overrated.What can a mere number do to your luck or whatsoever? It's your personality,your attitude towards things that matters.Not numbers -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. What colour do you wear the most?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` Surprisingly&lt;em&gt;,black&lt;/em&gt;.Yeah,I wear lots of black.Hoh,but I'm colourizing it already.Well,once my mom actually allows me to go apparel shopping,that is.New year! please come soon.I want my clothes shopping.&amp;amp;maybe some extra pieces of shirts &amp;amp;shorts here&amp;amp;there :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. least favourite colours?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` &lt;em&gt;neon colours&lt;/em&gt; in general.But more to neon green.It sucks.&amp;amp;I dontknow why ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. What are you listening to now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` &lt;em&gt;All For One&lt;/em&gt;-High School Musical 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Do you smoke&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` Hell &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt;.Do you actually think i would send myself to the tiger's cave willingly? You're crazy.Besides, I dont want to be a substitute for some damaged part of the road by lining my lungs with that disgusting black substance.Besides, who in the right mind want to let themselves look older than they really are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Are you happy with your life now...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` Of course &lt;em&gt;I'm happy&lt;/em&gt; :DD But still , improvements can make it better :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Anyone ever said you resemble a celebrity?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` I'll be flattered.But &lt;em&gt;no.:&lt;/em&gt;D Oh well, I do resemble a celebrity though,her name is denise kang mei xian :D Haha, i'm lame, I know.But what the heck.I'm just elongating my post (: More so, my answer :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. What's your favourite class in school?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` &lt;em&gt;Chinese&amp;amp;Literature&lt;/em&gt;.They are good lessons to sleep in :D Shhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;11. I'm skipping the eleventh question.&lt;br /&gt;12. How do you make money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` &lt;em&gt;I dont make money,&lt;/em&gt; money comes to me :D Hoho.My parents give me money.I'm at the age where no major companies would hire me.Besides, I havent had enough fun in schooling yet.There's the sec two camp that i want to go..&amp;amp;the Taiwan trip..&amp;amp;eating more laksa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Who is your best friend?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` &lt;em&gt;Louisa&lt;/em&gt;LimMin&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/em&gt;Sri&lt;em&gt;Widhiah&lt;/em&gt;SariBteShafari :DDDD Both humans :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Are you outgoing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` &lt;em&gt;Yeah&lt;/em&gt; :D Unless you step on my foot for long periods of time&amp;amp;pretend that you didnt &amp;amp;walk on.Or you stole the last stick of fruitips fruit gum away from me.Otherwise,I'm nice.Well, I hope I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. One word to describe you.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Favourite pair of footwear?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;`&lt;em&gt; Ripples&lt;/em&gt; :DD &lt;em&gt;DMK&lt;/em&gt; is nice, but the quality is bad.Well, that's what my mom says.But i like DMK anyway.Ho.&amp;amp;If you havent realised, DMK has three out of the four of the initials of my name :D Actually, I'd just realised. I'm Stupid .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Do you know big sunglasses?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` Apparently, &lt;em&gt;I dont get this question&lt;/em&gt;.So I'm moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Where do you wish you were right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` In some &lt;em&gt;air conditioned room with tidbits&lt;/em&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. What should you be doing right now?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;`&lt;em&gt; Clearing my sec 1 books&lt;/em&gt; so that my mom can pass it to her colleague.I'll do it on thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Do you have a crush on anyone now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` What do you think.The answer is &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt; :D It's better that way anyway :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. What is the hardest thing to say?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Admitting that you're wrong when you actually arent.Saying you're sorry when it's not your fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The cans&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you blow a bubble?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` With?Soap,&lt;em&gt;yes&lt;/em&gt;.Spit,no.Well,I've never tried it before.&amp;amp;I dont intend to try it either.Apparently, blowing bubbles with spit isnt exactly a fun thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you dance?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` &lt;em&gt;No&lt;/em&gt;.I have 6 left feet &amp;amp; three right ones.What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you do a cartwheel?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;`&lt;em&gt; I did&lt;/em&gt;, once.&amp;amp;I didnt dare to do that again after my mom told me I'll break my neck &amp;amp; be paralysed forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you touch your toes?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;`&lt;em&gt; Of course&lt;/em&gt; :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you whistle?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` &lt;em&gt;Yeah&lt;/em&gt; :D &amp;amp;Scaring people with the way I whistle is my forte.Hmm, I've freaked Ms Mercy&amp;amp;Ms Sazryna&amp;amp;Joshua with my whistling.Julie was shocked.Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you wiggle your toes/ears?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` Toes,&lt;em&gt;Yeah&lt;/em&gt; :DD Ears..Well, it kinda wiggles if you observe it closely.But otherwise,you wont notice my wiggling of the ears (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you roll your tongue?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` Yeah :D It's an art (: Okay fine, i got it from my ancestors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The dids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you ever get into a fist fight in school?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` &lt;em&gt;No&lt;/em&gt;.I'm not that a violent person.Verbal abuse is enough (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you ever run away from home?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;`&lt;em&gt; For what&lt;/em&gt;? I can have three or more staple meals a day,A comfy bed in a room with air conditioning,A personal laptop&amp;amp;A roof over my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you ever wanted to be a doctor?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` Not doctor, &lt;em&gt;gynaecologist&lt;/em&gt;.But the idea is out of my mind already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you ever wanted to be a firefighter?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` &lt;em&gt;I think so&lt;/em&gt;.Cos the idea of spraying water at something somehow appealed to me.But I dont want to be a firefighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The dos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you believe in God?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` &lt;em&gt;Yeah&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;amp;I believe in myself too:D.Which means that I'm not actually devout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you know how to swim?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` &lt;em&gt;Yeah&lt;/em&gt;.Thanks to the swimming course that was imposed on us by the "dear" thanaraj ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you like roller coasters?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` &lt;em&gt;Yeah &lt;/em&gt;:D They give me a high,a thrill,the adrenaline rush that I cant find.Anywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you own a bike?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` My dad &lt;em&gt;gave it away&lt;/em&gt; cos I'm not into cycling anymore ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you think you can handle the food they eat on reality TV?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` &lt;em&gt;No&lt;/em&gt;.I'm too picky for my own good.There's no way I'm going to eat raw cow's eyes just for that prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The does&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Does hair loss run through your family?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` I have no idea.I &lt;em&gt;dont think so&lt;/em&gt;.My grandparents have their head full of hair.So I'm lucky I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Does your family have family picnics?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` &lt;em&gt;Used to&lt;/em&gt;, at the beach.&amp;amp;We'll run around, building a moat.&amp;amp;then running back to the mat &amp;amp;getting our hands on the potato chips&amp;amp;drinks.But that was ages ago.&amp;amp;I just remembered that memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The hows&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How did you find out about friendster?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` &lt;em&gt;Through friends &amp;amp;relatives&lt;/em&gt;. Hoho.They were gushing on about how great friendster is.So I thought I'd give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How many friendster friends you have met in person?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` All my friends that I know in real life before meeting them.But I &lt;em&gt;dontknow how many&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How tall are you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` &lt;em&gt;151 cm&lt;/em&gt;. I'm still short.But what the heck , I dont have to bend my  head to avoid hitting the top of the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How much money do you have with you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` &lt;em&gt;None &lt;/em&gt;at the moment.I'm at home for god's sake.LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The lasts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last person you hung out with?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` &lt;em&gt;ChoyXinLi&amp;amp;PohLiHua&amp;amp;Azmi&lt;/em&gt;.At the NYP concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last thing you said out loud?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` &lt;em&gt;What meat is that?&lt;/em&gt; To my grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last thing someone said to you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;`&lt;em&gt; It's for the soup la.&lt;/em&gt; My grandmother replied ==.Sounds so cheesy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The whats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you listening to right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` &lt;em&gt;Famous Last Words&lt;/em&gt;-MyChemicalRomance.&amp;amp;the fan blade whirring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the temperature outside?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;`&lt;em&gt; I have no idea&lt;/em&gt;.No thermometer with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What radio station do you listen to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` &lt;em&gt;987fm&lt;/em&gt;. Cool eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the last restaurant you ate at?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` Some &lt;em&gt;ulu restaurant&lt;/em&gt; for my grandad's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was the last thing you bought?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` &lt;em&gt;Chocolate milk tea&lt;/em&gt; at AMKhub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was the last thing you drank?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` &lt;em&gt;Water&lt;/em&gt; ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was the last thing you watched on TV? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` Hmm.That &lt;em&gt;Channel 8 , 8pm show last night&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The whos&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is your newest friend you added on friendster?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` Yee Hui I think.I &lt;em&gt;cant remember&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who was the last person you added on MSN?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` &lt;em&gt;Grace&lt;/em&gt;.She wanted me to readd her :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who talked to you on the phone last?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` &lt;em&gt;My sister&lt;/em&gt;.I wanted her to help me buy bubble tea.But she's in her room already==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who was the last person you took a picture of?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;`&lt;em&gt; Kaier.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who was the last person who left a comment?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` &lt;em&gt;Joan&lt;/em&gt; :DDD We click (: Hoho, great minds think alike (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who was the last person you said I love you to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` &lt;em&gt;Joan&lt;/em&gt; tooo :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Crying section&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever really cried your heart out?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` &lt;em&gt;No&lt;/em&gt;,I dont think so.I'm not a crying type of girl :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cried yourself to sleep?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` When I was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cried on your friend's shoulder?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` &lt;em&gt;Joan&amp;amp;Xiaoting's&lt;/em&gt;.Well I dont think it counts because they hugged me&amp;amp;It doesnt help when they're talller than me.So i guess that counts eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cried over the opposite gender?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` &lt;em&gt;HELL NO&lt;/em&gt;. Okay, that's too big a reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cried when you got an injury ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` &lt;em&gt;I dont think so&lt;/em&gt;. Okay, I cried when i was young when i tumbled down the staircase.For fun.Which meant I actually cried a lot of times because I loved tumbling down the staircase -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do certain songs make you cry ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` &lt;em&gt;For what&lt;/em&gt;? It's a SONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do certain movies make you cry?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` Let's put it this way,&lt;em&gt;I'm not an emotional person&lt;/em&gt;.Does that help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Happy section&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you a happy person?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` Generally,&lt;em&gt;Yeah&lt;/em&gt; :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What can make you happier?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` Please &lt;em&gt;refer to my wishlist&lt;/em&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being happy overrated?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` It &lt;em&gt;depends.&lt;/em&gt;As in,I find happiness overrated when people think that they can truly be happy with materialistic things.Say, clothes.Or beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can music make you happy?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` &lt;em&gt;Music is my LIFE.&lt;/em&gt;It's my passion.What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hate section&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you hate anyone now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` Hate is too strong a word.But yeah,&lt;em&gt;I do hate a person,or two&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you a mean bully?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` &lt;em&gt;No&lt;/em&gt; I dont bully people.I'll bully them back if they start bullying me.Or anybody whom I treasure. :DD Otherwise, I'm no mean bully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Self-esteem section&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is your self esteem extremely low?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` &lt;em&gt;No&lt;/em&gt; :DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you believe in yourself?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` &lt;em&gt;Of course&lt;/em&gt; :D If I dont believe in myself, who will?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you good looking?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` &lt;em&gt;No comments&lt;/em&gt;.What can I say?"Oh I'm so pretty that everytime I go out, I make people heads turn.Boys wants to be with me &amp;amp; Girls want to be me." Or "Boohoo,I'm so ugly that everytime I go out,people will crash into anything they see.&amp;amp;I make mirrors crack." Okay, It's too extreme.But what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you wish you could be someone else?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` &lt;em&gt;No.I&lt;/em&gt; want to be me :D Cool eh? Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Look at me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current hair colour?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` &lt;em&gt;Black&lt;/em&gt; :DDD au naturel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current piercings ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;`&lt;em&gt; Five piercings&lt;/em&gt;. Three on the right&amp;amp;two on the left.I want more!But my mom thinks that one more piercing &amp;amp;I'll look like Spongebob Square Pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Any tattoos?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;`&lt;em&gt; No&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Straight/curly hair?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` It's the curly side of&lt;em&gt; straight (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever hugged someone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` &lt;em&gt;Of course&lt;/em&gt; :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been on the phone till the sun came up ?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` So far, &lt;em&gt;No&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laughed so hard you peed in your pants?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` That's to &lt;em&gt;extreme.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laughed so hard you cried ?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` &lt;em&gt;Yeah&lt;/em&gt;.But it seems impossible now without my super crazy partner Jetaime Lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Got into a fight with someone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` Physical fight, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you like surveys?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;`&lt;em&gt; HELL YEAH&lt;/em&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get along with your parents?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;` If I dont, do you actually think I'll actually be at home?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mental breakdown?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` &lt;em&gt;Mental meltdown would be a more appropriate word&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell your parents you aren't feeling well to skip school?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;` &lt;em&gt;Yeah&lt;/em&gt;.But they didnt believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Current&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Pragmatically bombastic.It makes no sense actually.Okay,&lt;em&gt;I'm feeling crazy&lt;/em&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Mama&lt;/em&gt;-MyChemicalRomance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crush:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;NONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thing I ought to be doing:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Completing this quiz.Have a shower.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Windows open:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blogger,Joan's blog,Miaoying's blog,iTunes&amp;amp;Conversation Window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desktop picture:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;My world first Collage&lt;/em&gt; :D Cool eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-940584374426893125?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/940584374426893125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=940584374426893125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/940584374426893125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/940584374426893125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2007/11/okayim-sorry-for-doingyet-another-quiz.html' title=''/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-9122951410532933852</id><published>2007-11-20T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T13:27:38.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's 1307 now humans&lt;/strong&gt; :D &amp;amp;I'm bored outta my mind,trying to think of things to do.I'm not going to bore you guys to tears by more quizzes .Nor about my very stagnant life. Unless you want to hear how i laughed at my sister playing DDR last night ==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hmm, since everybody i know is making some sort of to do list,I think I should do mine too(: Let's see.I dont have much to do actually.Let's see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Clear all my sec 1 books so that my mom can give her colleague's son&lt;/strong&gt;.(&lt;em&gt;important-.-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.Complete Math homework&lt;/strong&gt;.(&lt;em&gt;Which i can take the entire holiday to do)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.Complete Chinese homework&lt;/strong&gt;.(&lt;em&gt;Which i dont intend to do&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.Physics homework&lt;/strong&gt;.(&lt;em&gt;Threw away my Theory Workbook already)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.Help my sister to complete her essay,betrayal&lt;/strong&gt;.(&lt;em&gt;I can have the entire holiday to plot the story)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;6.Get a haircut.Soon,I dontwant to tie my hair up.It makes my face round.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I think that's all I have for my to-do list.Oh well,my life is as stagnant as that.How,very "interesting" eh? &lt;strong&gt;Mostly circles around homework&amp;amp;school&lt;/strong&gt;.Hoho.Okay let's talk about something I actually feel like talking about(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sister's at netball training&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;amp;She'll return at about 6 plus after she goes out with her boyfriend or something.&amp;amp;My &lt;strong&gt;brother's at some Supercamp thing&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;amp;he wont be home till five days later.So I'm the only person in the house now.Cool.Just that it's unusually quiet.But what the heck, I can practice my flute later.But one person practicing is just so..weird.Haha,maybe I'll concentrate better , but it's weird nevertheless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm going to ask my sister to help me buy bubble tea if she ever goes to AMKhub.&lt;/em&gt;Oh well, I dont think she will actually check her phone.Oh well ): I think I'll get it at Compass later,if i feel like it,if not, I'll call my sis to help me buy.Niahahahaha :D  I'm sleeepy once again ==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chatted with Miss ChoyXinLi last night from 12-2.30&lt;/strong&gt; i think.I dontknow ,&lt;em&gt;but it ended as CXL getting disconnected&amp;amp;she couldnt sign in so she went to bed&lt;/em&gt;.Hoho,&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cheerup miss choy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. ;DDYou human play dough.Hoho(: &amp;amp;&lt;em&gt;dont worry,it wont get any saggier&lt;/em&gt;.I think. :D Cheerup (: Hoho. &amp;amp;You know what? In the end, i got disconnected &amp;amp;couldnt sign in also ==.So I went to bed.Weird ending to my Internet use. Okay, rest your eyes humans(: I'm going off (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-9122951410532933852?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/9122951410532933852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=9122951410532933852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/9122951410532933852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/9122951410532933852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-1307-now-humans-d-bored-outta-my.html' title=''/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-738482171032901794</id><published>2007-11-19T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T01:21:03.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PHOTOS :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R0Gy-09R0tI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/xrobFG9slP0/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134581842616373970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R0Gy-09R0tI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/xrobFG9slP0/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90496.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kaihoon's sister,cute eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R0Gy_E9R0uI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Aj46VE6VVpM/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134581846911341282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R0Gy_E9R0uI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Aj46VE6VVpM/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90514.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is ChoyXinLi :D&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R0Gy_U9R0vI/AAAAAAAAAMg/hWI7c2V1N34/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134581851206308594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R0Gy_U9R0vI/AAAAAAAAAMg/hWI7c2V1N34/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90519.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm thankful to have a 1GB micro SD card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R0Gy_k9R0wI/AAAAAAAAAMo/qpijovNfYOs/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134581855501275906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R0Gy_k9R0wI/AAAAAAAAAMo/qpijovNfYOs/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90521.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me&amp;amp;CXL.While waiting for the concert to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R0Gy_09R0xI/AAAAAAAAAMw/_O4cMhojbt8/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134581859796243218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R0Gy_09R0xI/AAAAAAAAAMw/_O4cMhojbt8/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90522.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lights are out already&amp;amp;we're still taking pictures ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R0GyuE9R0oI/AAAAAAAAALo/mDMffR4ZbhY/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134581554853565058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R0GyuE9R0oI/AAAAAAAAALo/mDMffR4ZbhY/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90481.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what Widhiah means by Shrek.Haha, see that two things sticking out?Looks like shrek ears eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R0GyuE9R0pI/AAAAAAAAALw/aWEbPNaX9BI/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134581554853565074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R0GyuE9R0pI/AAAAAAAAALw/aWEbPNaX9BI/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90491.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; KaiEr was marvelled to see her face in the camera screen.&amp;amp;I took it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R0Gyuk9R0qI/AAAAAAAAAL4/vSXMoUecqsU/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134581563443499682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R0Gyuk9R0qI/AAAAAAAAAL4/vSXMoUecqsU/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90492.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aint she adorable?She loves to see herself in the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R0Gyuk9R0rI/AAAAAAAAAMA/sFly43yrQxk/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134581563443499698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R0Gyuk9R0rI/AAAAAAAAAMA/sFly43yrQxk/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90493.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She was pushing her winnie the pooh away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R0Gyu09R0sI/AAAAAAAAAMI/CO_op0Rwol8/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134581567738467010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R0Gyu09R0sI/AAAAAAAAAMI/CO_op0Rwol8/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90495.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kaier,&amp;amp;that's kaihoon;s hand.Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R0Gyf09R0jI/AAAAAAAAALA/h0rWHqm9A1M/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134581310040429106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R0Gyf09R0jI/AAAAAAAAALA/h0rWHqm9A1M/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90458.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay,this is lihua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R0GygE9R0kI/AAAAAAAAALI/wmI4CGWcAPo/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134581314335396418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R0GygE9R0kI/AAAAAAAAALI/wmI4CGWcAPo/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90459.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She looks like a lightbulb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R0GygU9R0lI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Pw3_yY_Vn48/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134581318630363730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R0GygU9R0lI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Pw3_yY_Vn48/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90460.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Which lights up during woodwinds sectionals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R0GygU9R0mI/AAAAAAAAALY/5z8Wh0kk-_g/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134581318630363746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R0GygU9R0mI/AAAAAAAAALY/5z8Wh0kk-_g/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90466.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Via my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R0Gygk9R0nI/AAAAAAAAALg/_vvTQSMhJAE/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134581322925331058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R0Gygk9R0nI/AAAAAAAAALg/_vvTQSMhJAE/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90475.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Artistic shot taken by lihua with her handphone pouch.My tor is cuter than your tor :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R0GySE9R0eI/AAAAAAAAAKY/-GG2gieF1mY/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134581073817227746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R0GySE9R0eI/AAAAAAAAAKY/-GG2gieF1mY/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90431.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She took the photo of me practicing without myself realising ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R0GySk9R0fI/AAAAAAAAAKg/P5S_yWW_YmQ/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134581082407162354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R0GySk9R0fI/AAAAAAAAAKg/P5S_yWW_YmQ/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90440.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What's she looking at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R0GyS09R0gI/AAAAAAAAAKo/KUD4pJFQ00M/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134581086702129666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R0GyS09R0gI/AAAAAAAAAKo/KUD4pJFQ00M/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90443.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As usual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R0GyTE9R0hI/AAAAAAAAAKw/D0PdPBdVgoI/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134581090997096978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R0GyTE9R0hI/AAAAAAAAAKw/D0PdPBdVgoI/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90447.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ILOOKLIKEAGEEK. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R0GyTU9R0iI/AAAAAAAAAK4/SMEs0R4ZL24/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134581095292064290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R0GyTU9R0iI/AAAAAAAAAK4/SMEs0R4ZL24/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90450.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair looks like straw eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-738482171032901794?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/738482171032901794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=738482171032901794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/738482171032901794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/738482171032901794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2007/11/photos-ddd-kaihoons-sistercute-eh-this.html' title=''/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/R0Gy-09R0tI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/xrobFG9slP0/s72-c/sayCHEESE%C2%A90496.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-1633464343080555431</id><published>2007-11-19T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T16:46:58.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Name 9 people you can think of right off the top of your head. Don't read the questions underneath until you write the names of all 9 people. This is alot funnier if you actually randomly list the names first..&lt;br /&gt;No cheating!!!&lt;br /&gt;(Choices are going to all be from SKSS,for a change.)&lt;br /&gt;1.HuiYi&lt;br /&gt;2.Widhiah&lt;br /&gt;3.Hazimah&lt;br /&gt;4.Julie&lt;br /&gt;5.Weihong&lt;br /&gt;6.JiaEn&lt;br /&gt;7.XinLi&lt;br /&gt;8.Brandon&lt;br /&gt;9.Faiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONT LOOK AHEAD UNLESS YOU FILLED OUT&lt;br /&gt;THE TOP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. How did you meet 3?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;(Hazimah)&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;22 December 2006 I think,&lt;/em&gt;when we had to go to our Secondary Schools.Wait,I haven't met her then,I &lt;em&gt;remember Darrel sitting in front of me,JiaYi on my left&amp;amp;Julie on my right&lt;/em&gt;.Oh,&amp;amp;I remembered disliking Jasmine because she looked very,well,cold.Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmm,on second thoughts,I think during the Orientation camp.Argh,I have no idea.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. What would you do if 6 and 2 were going out?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;(JiaEn&amp;amp;Widhiah)&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What can I do?I can't say,"No!You two cant be together." &lt;/em&gt;Right?It's their decision,hoho.I'm saying it as if they Are together.Which they aren't.&lt;em&gt;Besides, it's impossible because Widhiah&lt;/em&gt; &lt;u&gt;(Fill In the blanks)&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. How do you know 8?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;(Brandon)&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Band :D But don't ask me How.Because &lt;em&gt;i have no idea either;perhaps it's when he changed his instrument from saxophone to oboe.&lt;/em&gt;I don't have any recollection of how i knew him -.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. What do you think about 7?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;(XinLi)&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's cute&lt;/em&gt; , apparently :D &amp;amp;&lt;em&gt;She's very pinchable,&lt;/em&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;em&gt;she's living play-dough&lt;/em&gt;:D Hmm,I think i'll keep going on if I'd actually continue describing her. Oh,&amp;amp;&lt;em&gt;she's our SectionLeader&lt;/em&gt; :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.What would you do if 5 confessed they loved you?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;(Weihong)&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What can I do."Oh,don't say that,I hate you."&lt;/em&gt; I can't probably say that (: &lt;em&gt;Besides,she said iloveyou already&lt;/em&gt;.So haha :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. A fact about 9?&lt;u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; (Faiz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He sleeps more than me in class&lt;/em&gt;. I think, yeah, he does.At least I'd stay awake in Geography&amp;amp;History. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Who is 4 going out with?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;(Julie)&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ahmad&lt;/em&gt;! Okay fine, she's going to kill me for saying that. :D *sticks tongue out at Julie* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. When is the last time you &amp;amp; number 8hung out?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;(Brandon)&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I can't remember.Oh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;two weeks ago.In Band -.- &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. What do you like about number 1?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;(HuiYi)&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's a goooooooooooooood Friend&lt;/em&gt; (: Really ,&amp;amp;&lt;em&gt;she's sweet :&lt;/em&gt;D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Is 2 your bestfriend?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;(Widhiah)&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah:D&lt;/em&gt; , &lt;em&gt;maybe a No&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; I wont know :D Haha, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ask Widhiah if you want to know the answer. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Do you miss number 3?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;(Hazimah)&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not really, because I know I'm going to see her on Wednesday&lt;/em&gt; :D But I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wont be seeing Julie for a long,long time to come D: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Have you ever kissed/madeout withany of the 9 people? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What do you think -.- Crazy question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-1633464343080555431?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/1633464343080555431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=1633464343080555431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/1633464343080555431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/1633464343080555431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2007/11/name-9-people-you-can-think-of-right.html' title=''/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-473012986299478388</id><published>2007-11-17T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T15:56:46.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Got this from amanda :D Hoho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The A to Z Survey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. A is for age:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm thirteeeen :D , finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. B is for beer of choice:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I dont drink.See?I'm healthy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. C is for career right now:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Student.Well, that's not exactly a career,but it'll answer the question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. D is for your dog's name?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dont have one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. E is for essential item you use everyday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I can't decide , handphone,computer,orMP3.Ahh, i choose the Handphone.It has all the functions.&amp;amp;music :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. F is for favorite TV show at the moment:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hmm,ANTM?Metamorphosis?No idea which.Apparently,I dont watch much TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. G is for favorite game:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wii :D BOOGIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. H is for Home town:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Singapore? Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. I is for instruments you play:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Flute&amp;amp;Piccolo.Refer to profile -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. J is for favorite juice:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;LimeJuice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. K is for whose butt you'd like to kick:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Many people.Weihong's...You get my point.The list kinda goes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. L is for last place you ate:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dining room ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;13. M is for marriage:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Can wait till much later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;14. N is for your full name:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kang Mei Xian Denise. Dont, call me by my chinese name.Or it's YOUR ass i'm going to kick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;15. O is for overnight hospital stays:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Once, when i was a new born :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;16. P is for people you were with today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Q is for quote:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"They laugh at me because i'm different,I laugh at them because they're all the same" By somebody i dontknow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. R is for Biggest Regret:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Personal issue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;19. S is for status:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ONLINE :D Hoho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;20. T is for time you woke up today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;10plus?Lihua woke me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;21. U is for underwear you have on now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm passing this one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;22. V is for vegetable you love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They all taste the same to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. W is for worst habit:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sleeping the entire day without a care in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. X is for x-rays you've had:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Z E R O ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. Y is for yummy food you ate today:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I had lunch that tasted like band camp's food.Well, a tad better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. Z is for the zodiac sign:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Leo or dog&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-473012986299478388?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/473012986299478388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=473012986299478388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/473012986299478388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/473012986299478388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2007/11/got-this-from-amanda-d-hoho.html' title=''/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-1365566874679032448</id><published>2007-11-16T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T15:04:57.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess it's time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After four days of non-posting, i've finally have the urge to post.I guess it's time to post about everything eh?I'm so bored&amp;amp;i'd still feel like sleeping,AGAIN. &amp;amp;Mind you, i woke up at one plus, &amp;amp;it's ony two forty =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hohkay,there's literally nothing to post about on monday,unless you want to hear about the time i woke up&amp;amp;all that crap.Which, i had already forgotten , it's insignificant.Such a waste of memory space, i , unlike other humans, dont have a limitless memory space :D therefore, i tend to forget insignificant stuff ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tuesday was..Well, tuesday.Went for my grandpa's birthday dinner thing.Had to go to that hotel via public transport.My dad thinks that it'll be 9 before we actually reach there because of the peak hour traffic jams.So it's the bus&amp;amp;MRT. Hoho,Wore jeans because i dontwant to be caught dead wearing a skirt out again,haha.Besides, my sister was wearing mine(: My brother looked like he was going to the beach -.- Oh well,took MRT to dhoby ghaut. &amp;amp;Walked to the hotel.Bahh, my sister was still at SKCC discussing about her CIP stuff.So she wasnt there, &amp;amp;I was plopping everything on her plate on her behalf.Which in included a plateful of prawn.Wahahaha, im e v i l. Hmm just ate&amp;amp;ate.&amp;amp;we ate fried icecream! Hah, i sound like some immature , primary school kid -.- Oh well , it's not everyday you get to eat fried ice cream;D &amp;amp;WEBOUGHTDONUTS.Which remains uneaten on the dining table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Band on Wednesday.Was exhausting. Oh well, sectionals = slacking in the morning.Because MrLun was giving tests to the recruits.Congrats to Michelle.YingXin.Kelly.Syaza for their passes.You guys are in main band already.Yeah! &amp;amp;of course, congrats to huimin.james.aaron.ambika for their passes too :D Full band in the afternooon. Didnt play much , was send for sectionals, then he tested the sections one by one.But he only tested clarinet&amp;amp;flute. Went for dinner after band.Ate instant noodles.Haiyo.Unhealthy eh? Haha, crapped at the void deck. Desmond Loke is entertainment ;D Haha. Went to compass to slack for awhile.Walked Xiaoting to her block &amp;amp;went home. Hoho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You know what? I dont feel like posting anymore. Pictures up soon ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-1365566874679032448?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/1365566874679032448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=1365566874679032448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/1365566874679032448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/1365566874679032448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-guess-its-time.html' title='I guess it&apos;s time'/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-8444910610409999022</id><published>2007-11-10T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T22:15:02.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Saturday :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&amp;amp;As usual,I'm posting for the fun of it.Today,hmm,nothing interesting happened.Unless you count the fact that i woke up at 10 today despite sleeping at 2 last night interesting, then..There's nothing much to say.Hoho.Hmmmm.*thinks deeply* There's nothing for me to for the coming week on mondays,tuesdays,thursdays&amp;amp;fridays ): Bahh. i think i'm gonna rot. But on the plus side,i can wake up in the afternoons and have super late nights. Weihong!Yanying!Brandon! Let's have a conference, let's conference till we break our record of 5am :D it's the school holidays people :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I think it's going to be another late night for me today :D Posting , itself is entertaining already.Hoho.I think regular bloggers would share the same sentiments. Right? Right.I'm answering myself -.- Bahh ; My mom is complaining to me -.- About my grandmother who locked the back door eventhough she's going to hang the clothes in the backyard later -.- Weird. Oh well, all i can say is MM,Arh&amp;amp;Orh. Lame eh?She's gone to the backyard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay, was reading xiaxue's blog just now. Come to think of it, she isnt all bad aint it? I mean, blogs are meant for posting your thoughts online. So, if people are offended, that, is another thing. But i cant say that xiaxue is not mean for her top10 worse bloggers award. I mean, it's a good thing that laozhabor actually bothers to make herself useful , than sitting on the sofa, staring into space . &amp;amp;just literally do nothing &amp;amp;rot at home. Probably randomly flipping through to the channels to watch tv , when you arent really watching. Give laozhabor a break , at least she's interested in modern technology. Okay , back to xiaxue. Other than that, xiaxue's kind of like all other bloggers, just that she complains more. &amp;amp;Her complains are on a larger scale than ours because she's famous.Moreover, her complains are usually about famous people.Like StevenLim, okay fine, that, i'm agreeing with her. That attention grabber. Bahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&amp;amp;I just remembered something ; I SAW MARK LEE AT LONG HOUSE JUST NOW. hoho. he's tallll. real tall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-8444910610409999022?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/8444910610409999022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=8444910610409999022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/8444910610409999022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/8444910610409999022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-saturday-d.html' title='It&apos;s a Saturday :D'/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-1038883245903156512</id><published>2007-11-10T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T12:40:12.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Ve Been Tagged by pig to do this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. Do the following WITHOUT complaint&lt;br /&gt;2. Choose 5 people to do this after you completed yours.&lt;br /&gt;3. Leave a tag on the person's tagboard to say he/she have been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;4. Start your post with; I have been tagged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have been tagged by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;LOUISA:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;FAVOURITES&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Colour: The One&amp;amp;Only &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ORANGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Favourite Food: You'll fall asleep if i'd actually listed out all my favourite food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Favourite Movie: Does HighSchoolMusical count?&amp;amp;HarryPottyMovies&amp;amp;Horror in general;D&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Sport: Sleeeping;D is that a sport?&amp;amp;Wii tennis.&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Day: 05August. Who wouldn't. Hoho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Favourite Season: Autumn.Imagine the ground filled with orange leaves.Prettaye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Favourite Ice-cream: Sticky Chewy Chocolate ;DD Sorbets are nice too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;CURRENTS&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Current Mood: Blah? I dontknow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Current Clothes: Oversized shirt.&amp;amp;FBTs&lt;br /&gt;Current Desktop:The current Flute&amp;amp;Oboe section&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Current Time:  1232 hours ;D&lt;br /&gt;Current Surroundings: Unusually peaceful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Current Annoyances: My damned blocked nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;FIRST&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;First Best Friend: Jiaen.In Primary One&lt;br /&gt;First Crush: I'll pass this on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;First Movie: First move watched in cinema,ELF.I cant remember my first movie&lt;br /&gt;First Lie: Hoho, i have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;First Music: That's probably when i'm still swimming in my mom's tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;LASTS&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Last drink: Water&lt;br /&gt;Last Car Ride: To AMKHub yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Last Crush: I'll pass this on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Last Phone Call: Dad&lt;br /&gt;Last CD played: I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAVE YOU EVER....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever dated one of your good friends: Of course ;D&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever broken the law: Does eating chewing gum count?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Have you ever been arrested: No, not yet :D&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been on TV: Yeah.In the news&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed someone you dont know:Who in the right mind would?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Random 5 things you are good at:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE. Coming up with nonsensical things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;TWO. Having Random outbursts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;THREE. Sleeping for hours on end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;FOUR. Irritate the living shit out of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;FIVE. Smile the entire day :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 things you've done today:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE. Listened to MyChemicalRomance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;TWO. Talked to Pig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;THREE. Used the computer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;FOUR. SMS-ed Crystal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;3 things you can hear right now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE. I Dont Love You-MyChemicalRomance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;TWO. The Fan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;THREE. Myself typing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 People to tag:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ONE. GRACEKOH ;I hope you'll do it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;TWO. BAIWEIHONG ;Too bad.Dont complain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;THREE. JOAN ;I have a feeling you'll love to do this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;FOUR. JULIE; You dont have a choice either (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;FIVE. WIDHIAH ; Haha (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-1038883245903156512?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/1038883245903156512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=1038883245903156512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/1038883245903156512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/1038883245903156512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2007/11/ve-been-tagged-by-pig-to-do-this.html' title='&apos;Ve Been Tagged by pig to do this.'/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-2275710390889485310</id><published>2007-11-09T23:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T00:26:11.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is just a post to cure boredom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The title says it all ; this post is just a post to cure boredom. It's 12 &amp;amp;i cant sleep. Because Crystal just made me hyper. Sheesh, i'm bored outta my mind ;D Crystal is my bruddddder ;D Okay, lame. Believe it or not , we just met on tuesday. So it's like, 4 days only? &amp;amp; we chat non stop.See? I'm nice :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My life is stagant&lt;/strong&gt;.Let me repeat, stagnant. It literally revolves around activities that require little energy. Eat ,sleep , use the computer , watch tv , argue with family for the fun of it. &amp;amp; eight and a half hours of band on wednesdays, &amp;amp;that's just about it. i dont think i'm working this year. because, there's literally nothing for me to do. Besides, i'm a pig , i dont think i can work a lot ): Yeah, i think you get my point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Physics on Wednesday&amp;amp;Friday.&lt;/span&gt;To summarize everything ; i have one sentence to say, i&lt;strong&gt; didnt learn anything at all.&lt;/strong&gt; Yup, that's the one sentence. My mind was somewhere else, not in the physics lesson. Or i'll simply be chatting with the clique.You get my idea.Oh well, Tham had his final straw today, shouted at the class. Didnt know what he was shouting about , couldnt tell.&lt;strong&gt; I threw away my theory workbook already&lt;/strong&gt; , so yeah , i &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cant do the physics homework&lt;/span&gt;. Cool eh? Hoho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh yeah, went to Swenson's on deepavali , bro's birthday too. YOUNGER brother. i have no older brother. xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then &lt;strong&gt;there's this bastard&lt;/strong&gt;. Yeah, read , BASTARD that was like &lt;strong&gt;badmouthing me just behind me in a clearly audiible voice.&lt;/strong&gt; Wthell , say what &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm ahlian &amp;amp;i'd probably in Normal tech&lt;/span&gt;. &amp;amp;saying what, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;my parents didnt bring me up properly dontknow what shit.&lt;/span&gt; Lor. &amp;amp;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You know what i was wearing? Orange halter &amp;amp;white shorts&lt;/span&gt;. It's shorts for goodness sake. &lt;strong&gt;My sister was pissed &lt;/strong&gt;to.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;that bastard better watch out&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;i'm going to take your photo next time i see you. &amp;amp;show the entire world , who that person who despise my family is. Sue me for infamation if you want&lt;/strong&gt; , &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but it's the cold hard truth , accept it&lt;/span&gt; , bastard. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How i anticipate the day where i'll meet you again&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;you ugly white hair ahpek&lt;/strong&gt;! seriously, &lt;strong&gt;he thinks that he's handsome or he's superior&lt;/strong&gt; , by looks , &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i think he's just a lowly engineer &lt;/span&gt;, he thinks my father's position is what? toilet bowl cleaner is it? BASTARD! &amp;amp;i'm in express stream la stupid. If i'm lian , there's no more non-lian girls in the world already.&amp;amp;you know what, i was like , Clenching my fists so tight , waiting for one more insult . before i turn back &amp;amp; probably stare at him. or show him _!_ but the damn waiter let them in already. Ha, when we went in, &lt;strong&gt;me &amp;amp;my sis stared at him when it's our turn to go in&lt;/strong&gt;.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;amp; i pointed my middle finger at him. I didnt think he notice. that old bogey bat,&lt;/span&gt; he's eyes are probably plastered with poop. To be nice. if not , he's just effing blind bogey bat. Bahh. Effing bastard who dontknow how to treat people as his equal arrogant pok .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;he's giving singapore a bad name. a very bad name , that we're effing arrogant. _!_&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-2275710390889485310?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/2275710390889485310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=2275710390889485310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/2275710390889485310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/2275710390889485310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-is-just-post-to-cure-boredom.html' title='This is just a post to cure boredom.'/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-877035859142158567</id><published>2007-11-08T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T01:21:08.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo addiction</title><content type='html'>The pictures i promised ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/RzKxaT-NHvI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/SDjctzAVjp0/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130357991124311794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/RzKxaT-NHvI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/SDjctzAVjp0/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90379.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The lighting make us look peaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/RzKxaz-NHwI/AAAAAAAAAKE/CmDIN_AExiU/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130357999714246402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/RzKxaz-NHwI/AAAAAAAAAKE/CmDIN_AExiU/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90380.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; NERD ALERT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/RzKxbT-NHxI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ylhLFaqmkHk/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130358008304181010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/RzKxbT-NHxI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ylhLFaqmkHk/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90381.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/RzKvXj-NHqI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6DagtOeVIbE/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130355744856415906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/RzKvXj-NHqI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6DagtOeVIbE/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90369.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/RzKvXz-NHrI/AAAAAAAAAJc/4Pe3d2buD-4/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130355749151383218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/RzKvXz-NHrI/AAAAAAAAAJc/4Pe3d2buD-4/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90370.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/RzKvXz-NHsI/AAAAAAAAAJk/AnD2dvIkYk8/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130355749151383234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/RzKvXz-NHsI/AAAAAAAAAJk/AnD2dvIkYk8/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90371.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/RzKvYT-NHtI/AAAAAAAAAJs/eg92vieVgds/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130355757741317842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/RzKvYT-NHtI/AAAAAAAAAJs/eg92vieVgds/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90375.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/RzKvYj-NHuI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ColC0oNdFmM/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130355762036285154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/RzKvYj-NHuI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ColC0oNdFmM/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90376.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I see two ghosts behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/RzKu0j-NHlI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3OeXDPGxfHg/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130355143560994386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/RzKu0j-NHlI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3OeXDPGxfHg/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90355.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Widhiah&amp;amp;Sofea didnt wait for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/RzKu0z-NHmI/AAAAAAAAAI0/b0wlGfvMr34/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130355147855961698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/RzKu0z-NHmI/AAAAAAAAAI0/b0wlGfvMr34/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90356.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Together, we'll touch the ceiling first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/RzKu0z-NHnI/AAAAAAAAAI8/G6NT3R0VoTc/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130355147855961714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/RzKu0z-NHnI/AAAAAAAAAI8/G6NT3R0VoTc/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90362.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sofea's bday cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/RzKu1T-NHoI/AAAAAAAAAJE/i3G_Wlby74E/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130355156445896322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/RzKu1T-NHoI/AAAAAAAAAJE/i3G_Wlby74E/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90363.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Delicious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/RzKu1T-NHpI/AAAAAAAAAJM/973qbDzDb3k/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130355156445896338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/RzKu1T-NHpI/AAAAAAAAAJM/973qbDzDb3k/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90365.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/RzKuRz-NHgI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DGdIThHIQf4/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130354546560540162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/RzKuRz-NHgI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DGdIThHIQf4/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Widhiah looks lke she's gonna land on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/RzKuSD-NHhI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Z_dQgVxOUTA/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130354550855507474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/RzKuSD-NHhI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Z_dQgVxOUTA/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90349.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Together we soar up high&amp;amp;touch the sky.i mean ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/RzKuST-NHiI/AAAAAAAAAIU/zCw7ubzPcRA/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130354555150474786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/RzKuST-NHiI/AAAAAAAAAIU/zCw7ubzPcRA/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Doh reh me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/RzKuST-NHjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/1kDOVJuq3xM/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130354555150474802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/RzKuST-NHjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/1kDOVJuq3xM/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's the way uh huh uh huh ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/RzKuSj-NHkI/AAAAAAAAAIk/mFPRl6-zZH4/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130354559445442114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/RzKuSj-NHkI/AAAAAAAAAIk/mFPRl6-zZH4/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90353.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wait for us la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/RzKtvz-NHdI/AAAAAAAAAHs/W_9EK3DYjBE/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130353962444987858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/RzKtvz-NHdI/AAAAAAAAAHs/W_9EK3DYjBE/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90340.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; THE clique rocks my socks off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/RzKtwD-NHeI/AAAAAAAAAH0/_R9fu6vksNE/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130353966739955170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/RzKtwD-NHeI/AAAAAAAAAH0/_R9fu6vksNE/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90347.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; JUMP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/RzKtXT-NHYI/AAAAAAAAAHE/cQlDyqMRl14/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130353541538192770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/RzKtXT-NHYI/AAAAAAAAAHE/cQlDyqMRl14/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hazimah&amp;amp;Me.Waiting for the damn rain to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/RzKtXz-NHZI/AAAAAAAAAHM/1okcPVk3-mM/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130353550128127378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/RzKtXz-NHZI/AAAAAAAAAHM/1okcPVk3-mM/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90326.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SHHH! dont tell them , i didnt tell them i took their photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/RzKtXz-NHaI/AAAAAAAAAHU/lqRns2ZUfK0/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130353550128127394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/RzKtXz-NHaI/AAAAAAAAAHU/lqRns2ZUfK0/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; let's go glasses-less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/RzKtYD-NHbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/lzymMZaQABw/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130353554423094706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/RzKtYD-NHbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/lzymMZaQABw/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We're forever taking photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/RzKtYT-NHcI/AAAAAAAAAHk/v5pBTx69k28/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130353558718062018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/RzKtYT-NHcI/AAAAAAAAAHk/v5pBTx69k28/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIDDEH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-877035859142158567?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/877035859142158567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=877035859142158567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/877035859142158567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/877035859142158567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2007/11/pictures-i-promised-d-lighting-make-us.html' title='Photo addiction'/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/RzKxaT-NHvI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/SDjctzAVjp0/s72-c/sayCHEESE%C2%A90379.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-6621424471709881088</id><published>2007-11-06T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T22:37:12.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupidity.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bring the house down:Breaking Free-Highschoolmusical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mooooooooooooooood: Shocked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last day of swimming today&lt;/strong&gt;.Sad, no more crapping around with theclique anymore.But the good thing is we're going to &lt;strong&gt;complete the effing maths homework with theclique&lt;/strong&gt; on friday.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;With the help of pssssst&lt;/span&gt;.ie,nazri.Haha.Julie told us that.Cos we kept thanking him&amp;amp;he asked julie what he must do to stop us from thanking him.&amp;amp;julie joked that he could help us in our studies&amp;amp;he actually said yes.Haha.But wont that make us thank him more?&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He's in for a looong thanking session already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;strong&gt;Passsed all my swimming test&lt;/strong&gt;s.Whooo~I think.Let's just hope that i passed my intermediate too ;D Well , intermediate one to be exact.Haha.My treading water part sucks.&amp;amp;suprisingly,i could actually float without panting.Haha, &lt;strong&gt;xueting thinks that i looked like i died&lt;/strong&gt;.TOUCHWOOD! there's so many things i've never seen in my life.&amp;amp;i've yet to go to a rock concert before.there's so many things i havent do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;Before we went to Hougang mall.I&lt;strong&gt; saw ___________ smoking&lt;/strong&gt;.like what the hell can?Dont let your inteligence go down the drain .Seriously, it's a waste.&amp;amp;i think you know who i'm referring to.i have no idea why i'm so disturbed by that scene,but Reallllly.you're really smart.you have a bright future.&lt;strong&gt;Dont throw it away by mixing with the wrong company&amp;amp;lining your lungs with what roads are made of&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Longjohn's to eat.Finally got to taste grilled chicken &amp;amp;rice.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Widhiah said i looked like i was murdering the chicken&lt;/span&gt;.Well, it's partly because i'm not good at cutting chicken.And i was actually &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;venting my anger on that chicken&lt;/span&gt;.Seriously,that _________ actually lied&amp;amp;say he didnt smoke when i asked ________. &lt;strong&gt;Effing bastard&lt;/strong&gt;. &amp;amp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm sorry chicken, made you suffer pain even after you're dead&amp;amp;grilled with burnt marks on your skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then celebrated Sofea's birthday.Something reaaaly funny happened ;D Haha.Oh well.&amp;amp;we took a lot of jumping shots.Say YEAH! Hoho.;DDDD Pictures up tomorrow or the day after.Buhbyeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-6621424471709881088?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/6621424471709881088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=6621424471709881088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/6621424471709881088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/6621424471709881088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2007/11/stupidity.html' title='Stupidity.'/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-5631621218768559409</id><published>2007-11-05T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T01:21:09.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger's addiction.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's filling the room: Mama-MyChemicalRomance&lt;br /&gt;Overwhelming emotion: Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/Ry7dqpgnUhI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Rt53Vv38VAM/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0306.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129280750388466194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/Ry7dqpgnUhI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Rt53Vv38VAM/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90306.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; This is Julie by the way,showing Hazimah's master piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/Ry7dq5gnUiI/AAAAAAAAAGs/PE2UNz3Q6Zw/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0307.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129280754683433506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/Ry7dq5gnUiI/AAAAAAAAAGs/PE2UNz3Q6Zw/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Strictly Copyrighted by Hazimah.That's what she said. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/Ry7drJgnUjI/AAAAAAAAAG0/bZtZ-SuZ6dQ/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0299.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129280758978400818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/Ry7drJgnUjI/AAAAAAAAAG0/bZtZ-SuZ6dQ/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I think Hazimah took this on the phone.Haha,&amp;amp;Julie,here's your photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/Ry7drZgnUkI/AAAAAAAAAG8/pI0KZjymPiQ/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0305.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129280763273368130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/Ry7drZgnUkI/AAAAAAAAAG8/pI0KZjymPiQ/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90305.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Me&amp;amp;Widhiah&amp;amp;CherylAida&amp;amp;Hazimah&amp;amp;Julie&amp;amp;Sufiyah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/Ry7dGpgnUcI/AAAAAAAAAF8/NdY24i-I_r4/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0313Edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129280131913175490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/Ry7dGpgnUcI/AAAAAAAAAF8/NdY24i-I_r4/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90313Edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One successful shot of me in the air.You know what?I didnt jump that high.Many failed attempts.Look below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/Ry7dG5gnUdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jdU0ncEl1lM/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0314.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129280136208142802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/Ry7dG5gnUdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jdU0ncEl1lM/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90314.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Undeleted Failed Shot ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/Ry7dHJgnUeI/AAAAAAAAAGM/HCvKC6cyZww/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0311.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129280140503110114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/Ry7dHJgnUeI/AAAAAAAAAGM/HCvKC6cyZww/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Undeleted Failed Shot TWO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/Ry7dHZgnUfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Gig02PxnxQw/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0310.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129280144798077426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/Ry7dHZgnUfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Gig02PxnxQw/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Undeleted Failed Shot THREE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/Ry7dHZgnUgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ecDqM-4Bpug/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0312.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129280144798077442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/Ry7dHZgnUgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ecDqM-4Bpug/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90312.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Undeleted Failed Shot FOUR.Me&amp;amp;Two Powerpuff girls wannabes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That was the "summary" of today.&lt;strong&gt;I'm into this phototaking craze where i just take anything that can be taken.&lt;/strong&gt;I think i'd just bored you guys to tears with totally retarded shots of the stupidity of the clique.Woah, i think that's probably the one of the longest sentence i'd constructed.x)&lt;strong&gt;I'm feeling stupid.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Swimming was fine.Took the test thing,&lt;strong&gt;I screwed my backstroke&lt;/strong&gt;.Bwahahaha.Oh well , an &lt;strong&gt;elementary one pass&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;amp;i'm satisfied ;D &amp;amp;Hazimah&amp;amp;Widhiah is finally willing to learn how to swim.Haha,Work hard kay?You guys can do it laa. &lt;strong&gt;Did some lame diving thing&lt;/strong&gt;.Haha.So happy that somebody didnt swim today.I dontknow her name? atiqah or something.I dont hate her . I just well, dont like her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ate at hougang mall,crapped a lot,as you can see as shown above.Saw Julie's cousin.&amp;amp;dumbass me didnt know that Julie's cousin was just right beside us,until we finished eating-.- Dumb eh?I just went,OH!That's your cousin?!? When i saw him before we went to KFC. Crapped, &amp;amp;i &lt;strong&gt;snorted while laughing.&lt;/strong&gt;Oh well, i cant stop snorting when i laugh.Bahh,&lt;strong&gt;bought Sofea's present&lt;/strong&gt;.And it's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;prettaye.&lt;/span&gt;Hohkay, that's all about today (: Buhbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:45%;"&gt;You are the reason of the ridiculous lows in my life.Just that you seem oblivious to that fact.I guess I'm right,you're not the person i once knew&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-5631621218768559409?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/5631621218768559409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=5631621218768559409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/5631621218768559409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/5631621218768559409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2007/11/bloggers-addiction.html' title='Blogger&apos;s addiction.'/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/Ry7dqpgnUhI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Rt53Vv38VAM/s72-c/sayCHEESE%C2%A90306.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-4635163363086855263</id><published>2007-11-04T20:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T01:21:12.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A picture is more than a thousand words.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/Ry21jpgnUSI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ivsR5rl9L6s/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128955174687559970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/Ry21jpgnUSI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ivsR5rl9L6s/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90273.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can swear that slacking in lihua's house is the bomb ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/Ry21kpgnUTI/AAAAAAAAAE0/UO6mobRuk5g/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128955191867429170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/Ry21kpgnUTI/AAAAAAAAAE0/UO6mobRuk5g/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HEART ATTTTTTACK! With Mengliang's Maniac laughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/Ry21kpgnUUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/uccR1oBJWwM/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128955191867429186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/Ry21kpgnUUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/uccR1oBJWwM/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90276.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Say helllo to the heart attack people ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/Ry21lJgnUVI/AAAAAAAAAFE/t9a36im86Ng/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128955200457363794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/Ry21lJgnUVI/AAAAAAAAAFE/t9a36im86Ng/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90258.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what happens when you pass choyxinli here your phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/Ry21lJgnUWI/AAAAAAAAAFM/0RKvxAkSfV4/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128955200457363810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/Ry21lJgnUWI/AAAAAAAAAFM/0RKvxAkSfV4/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90259.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; especially those with effects, like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/Ry21M5gnUNI/AAAAAAAAAEE/A5PEGjb4RPQ/s1600-h/sayCHEESE1Â©edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128954783845535954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/Ry21M5gnUNI/AAAAAAAAAEE/A5PEGjb4RPQ/s320/sayCHEESE1%C2%A9edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me&amp;amp;sofea&amp;amp;widhiah&amp;amp;hazimah&amp;amp;julie&amp;amp;sufiyah&amp;amp;diana. WELOVEUS &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/Ry21NJgnUOI/AAAAAAAAAEM/RsaA7AAouok/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128954788140503266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/Ry21NJgnUOI/AAAAAAAAAEM/RsaA7AAouok/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90256.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is proof that they went jogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/Ry21NZgnUPI/AAAAAAAAAEU/K8Zz5Ounfis/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128954792435470578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/Ry21NZgnUPI/AAAAAAAAAEU/K8Zz5Ounfis/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; GOGOGGO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/Ry21N5gnUQI/AAAAAAAAAEc/MIBnBOMaoq8/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128954801025405186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/Ry21N5gnUQI/AAAAAAAAAEc/MIBnBOMaoq8/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think it's the button's video we were watching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/Ry21N5gnURI/AAAAAAAAAEk/RyQGAnsLdIY/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128954801025405202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/Ry21N5gnURI/AAAAAAAAAEk/RyQGAnsLdIY/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90272.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hmm ; maybe not. Haha. Dont you think mengliang looks weird under the table? x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, that's all folks ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-4635163363086855263?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/4635163363086855263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=4635163363086855263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/4635163363086855263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/4635163363086855263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2007/11/picture-is-more-than-thousand-words.html' title='A picture is more than a thousand words.'/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/Ry21jpgnUSI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ivsR5rl9L6s/s72-c/sayCHEESE%C2%A90273.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-1151708492139898302</id><published>2007-11-03T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T12:55:13.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have to manage my impulsitivity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bring the house down:All For One-HighSchoolMusicalCast&lt;br /&gt;Currently :Crazy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;taken from my livejournal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. In two word, explain yesterday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;`it's tiring. There, two words.Hoho,it's a miracle that i could actually summarise into TWO words;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2. Who made u smile today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;`So far?Weihong,cos she's online earlier than i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What were u doing this morning at 8?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Sleeping like a pig.*oinkoink*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. What were u doing 15 minutes ago?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Deciding on whether or not to do the previous quiz that i've selected.But i did'nt do it in the end:D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Something that happened to u in 1985?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`I'm probably floating in heaven,waiting for my turn to fall back to Earth to become mortal again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Last thing someone else said to you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`"i want play swing" -Weihong&lt;3&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. What was ur answer?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`"Kaihoon's online,go ask her?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Worst thing on television:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Hmm, it's gotta be a simple life,or that sort of show.Who's interested in looking at spoilt bratty women not being able to do simple household chores?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. What was in your e mail today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;`i have no idea.I can't be bothered to check anyway&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. How many different beverages have you drank today?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`No liquid have reached my mouth so far.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. What is ur favorite part of the day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Evening.When the sun sets in a glorious palette of colours :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Your current To-do list?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Drink water,talk to weihong,continue doing quiz -.-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Where is ur best friend right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Widhiah&amp;amp;Louisaaa &lt;3&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. What color is ur toothbrush&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`What'd think you?The same as everyone else&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. What are u wearing right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`It's called clothes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;16. Any plans for Friday night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;`It's Saturday afternoon already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Least favorite place of shop.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Compass Point,been there,done that.i've been there till there's nothing much to see already&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Things u bought today?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`None&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19 . Last gift you received&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`I have no idea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Who gave you that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Refer to above =="&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. What made you sad today?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;`Weihong&lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;22. What can make you happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;`Many things.Haha.Like WATER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;23. Beauty is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;`Only skin deep&amp;amp;only dumbasses will think it's more important than substance.Brainless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Describe your key chain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;`A minitoons tortoise ;DD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. Where do u keep ur change?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`In the marvellous invention of handphone pouch xP&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. Are u happy with ur life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Of course i'm happy.But there can still be improvements..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. What are u thinking now for someone you love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Huh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. If someone you love forgets you and think your're distrubing to him/her then how would you feel?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Like most people,feel hurt.&amp;amp;i'll probably do something to hurt that bloody bastard too.Emotionally&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. Person u trust the most ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Myself :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. what day is it today?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`SaturDAY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. what are you going to do after this&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Drink water.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp;HAPPY THIRTEENTH BIRTHDAY JASMINE BAICHI!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-1151708492139898302?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/1151708492139898302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=1151708492139898302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/1151708492139898302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/1151708492139898302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2007/11/bring-house-down-currently-taken-from.html' title='I have to manage my impulsitivity'/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-6666385302763081405</id><published>2007-11-02T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T23:20:19.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bring the house down:Now You Know-HilaryDuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Currently:Sad-Weihong cheer up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Swimming today.As per usual-.- Oh well, &lt;strong&gt;swimming is kind of fun nowadays.&lt;/strong&gt;Haha,&amp;amp;i dont hate the water as much as i did last time.Cos it's fun now, considering the fact that i dont have to walk around in the pool,it wastes a lot of time.Therefore, swimming is better.Haha.Okayy,lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had 5 minutes to bathe&lt;/strong&gt; after that.Yeah,all thanks to ellen==" Lihua called me,she was at hougang stadium.So met them there.Haha.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sorry eh Julie,Ammelia,Widhiah,Ain,Hazimah.]:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hohkay,&lt;strong&gt;watched &lt;/strong&gt;yoongluck&amp;amp;lihua run.Yeah, Watched.I didnt jog with them.Sat there with Mengliang&amp;amp;CXL. Wow, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yoongluck&amp;amp;lihua has stamina.7 rounds around the track&lt;/span&gt;.You gotta be kidding me,i'll start panting &amp;amp;giving up after 200metres;or less. Bravoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat , after god knows how long.Macdonalds or food court. So in the end? food court , haha.Ate. Lihua sat on this real tall chair.&amp;amp;you know what? the table was tall ; &amp;amp; i had a hard time eating -.- It made me feel so short ]: Haha. &amp;amp;mengliang became the rubbish bin ;DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacked around in hougang mall , cos we were going to lihua's house at 3.&amp;amp;i was dog tired.Yeah, wait , fatigued to be exact , i could actually sleep standing up.Yeah, that was how i tired i was.&amp;amp;in the end? I was forced by mengliang to go to lihua's house. So we went ,&amp;amp;i fell asleep whilst watching Office you guei(i dont know what the show's name is called in english)&amp;amp;&lt;strong&gt;we got high because lihua was imitating the sinister laughter&lt;/strong&gt;.Hahahaha.&amp;amp; we got more high when &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;lihua was singing&amp;amp;was in her room,&amp;amp;with my back facing her room.So she shouted BU YAO!(dont want in chinese)&amp;amp;Mengliang slammed the door while he was outside the room.&amp;amp;it sounded reallly wrong.It sounded like he was IN the room.You get my point right?So me&amp;amp;CXL&amp;amp;yoongluck went into hysterics.Lihua, i want to stay overnight at your house,it's so cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that watched some superstar show.Uhh, i cant remember the show title.Haiyo,Chen Weilian was crowned as the superstar in that show.I cant remember because i didnt watch that show ;D But i &lt;strong&gt;fell asleep&lt;/strong&gt; again too.Only to get woken up by my very own pohmohmehh. Slacked again , played heart attack while listening to songs. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A whole new world rocks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Haha, influenced by lihua&amp;amp;xinli. Haha , &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yoongluck can sing&lt;/span&gt;; has nice vocals.Haha , but seriously , i aint joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took at taxi to compass;wanted to, but in the end i dropped off with yoongluck.&amp;amp;mengliang accompanied CXL to her house there.Walked to compass, wanted to buy bubble tea, but i had approximately 5 minutes to buy &amp;amp;it's an uhber long queue.So i didnt.Bahh,i'm hungry now.Oh well.Ohkayy. Gotta go.Buhbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;amp;BAIWEIHONG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;:DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eventhough i can't help you]:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-6666385302763081405?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/6666385302763081405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=6666385302763081405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/6666385302763081405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/6666385302763081405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2007/11/exhausting.html' title='Exhausting.'/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-1351753645930258837</id><published>2007-11-01T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T16:53:39.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This just rocks</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Blasting throught the speakers:Dont speak-No doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birth Month is August&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthmonthmeanquiz/poppy.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambitious and strong, you find it easy to be successful.&lt;br /&gt;You are brave and stubborn. No one's going to set your limits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your soul reflects: Strength, character, and devotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your gemstone: Peridot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your flower: Poppy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your colors: Orange, red, and light green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthmonthmeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Month Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;My comment : See?Even my birth month reflects my fave colour; ORANGE&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;table&gt;&lt;cellspacing="0" width="350" cellpadding="2" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dabb99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Frappacino&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ead3b8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofcoffeeareyouquiz/frappacino.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your best, you are: fun loving, sweet, and modern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your worst, you are: childish and over indulgent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You drink coffee when: you're craving something sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your caffeine addiction level: low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofcoffeeareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Coffee Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;My comment: Haha,it's true, kind of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Eyes Should Be Green&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyoureyesbequiz/green.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes reflect: Striking attractiveness and danger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's hidden behind your eyes: A vivid inner world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyoureyesbequiz/"&gt;What Color Should Your Eyes Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;My thoughts: Green eyes? Cooool.i want green eyes. Orange too ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Paper&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyourockpaperorscissorsquiz/paper.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crafty and creative, you are able to adapt freely to almost any situation.&lt;br /&gt;People tend to underestimate you, unless they've truly seen what you are capable of.&lt;br /&gt;Deep down, you're always scheming and thinking up new plans. Your mind is constantly active.&lt;br /&gt;You are quite capable of anything you dream of. You can always figure out a way to get what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can wrap a rock person up in your sheet of trickery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A scissor person can sneak up and cut you to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you fight: No one can anticipate your next move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone makes you mad: You'll attack them mercilessly when they're unprepared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyourockpaperorscissorsquiz/"&gt;Are You Rock, Paper, or Scissors?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;My comments:Piak!goes my hand onto your face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 25% Left Brained, 75% Right Brained&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyourightorleftbrainedquiz/brain.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The left side of your brain controls verbal ability, attention to detail, and reasoning.&lt;br /&gt;Left brained people are good at communication and persuading others.&lt;br /&gt;If you're left brained, you are likely good at math and logic.&lt;br /&gt;Your left brain prefers dogs, reading, and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right side of your brain is all about creativity and flexibility.&lt;br /&gt;Daring and intuitive, right brained people see the world in their unique way.&lt;br /&gt;If you're right brained, you likely have a talent for creative writing and art.&lt;br /&gt;Your right brain prefers day dreaming, philosophy, and sports.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyourightorleftbrainedquiz/"&gt;Are You Right or Left Brained?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;My comments:The creative writing part is true.But art?&amp;amp;sports? Nahh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eecdb5;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Soul Really Looks Like&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f1ded0"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/insidetheroomofyoursoulquiz/room.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are quite expressive and thoughtful. You see the world in a way that others are blind to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a grounded person, but you also leave room for imagination and dreams. You feet may be on the ground, but you're head is in the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see yourself with pretty objective eyes. How you view yourself is almost exactly how other people view you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your near future is calm, relaxing, and pretty much what you want. And it's something you've been anticipating for a while now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, falling in love is all about flirting and feeling playful. You couldn't fall in love with someone who took life too seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/insidetheroomofyoursoulquiz/"&gt;Inside the Room of Your Soul&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Comment: Uhhh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Superpower Should Be Manipulating Fire&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoursuperpowerbequiz/fire.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are intense, internally driven, and passionate.&lt;br /&gt;Your emotions are unpredictable - and they often get the better of you.&lt;br /&gt;Both radiant and terrifying, people are drawn to you.&lt;br /&gt;At your most powerful, you feel like the world belongs to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you would be a good superhero: You are obsessive enough to give it your all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your biggest problem as a superhero: Your moodiness would make it difficult to control your powers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoursuperpowerbequiz/"&gt;What Should Your Superpower Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;My thoughts:Hoho,beware,I may just set you on fire :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality Cluster is Extraverted Intuition&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalityclusterquiz/5.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true wordsmith - a master of words&lt;br /&gt;Original, spontaneous, and a true inspiration&lt;br /&gt;Highly energetic, up for any challenge&lt;br /&gt;Entertaining and engaging, both to friends and strangers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalityclusterquiz/"&gt;What's Your Personality Cluster?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*no comments*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Part of You That No One Sees&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsthepartofyouthatnooneseesquiz/yellow.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are wise, insightful, and brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;Your wit is sharp and occasionally hurtful...&lt;br /&gt;Revealing your scorn for people with less intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underneath it all, you feel burdened by the stupidity of humanity.&lt;br /&gt;You know what's right in the world, but it's overshadowed by everything that's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;People see you as arrogant. While this is partially true, you are also very sensitive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsthepartofyouthatnooneseesquiz/"&gt;What's the Part of You That No One Sees?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Comments: Eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay,i shant torment you guys anymore.Tata&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-1351753645930258837?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/1351753645930258837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=1351753645930258837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/1351753645930258837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/1351753645930258837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-just-rocks.html' title='This just rocks'/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-3568702227617423152</id><published>2007-11-01T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T16:06:30.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Routine lifestyle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blasting through the speakers: Famous Last Words-MyChemicalRomance&lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm feeling: Full&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I realised,that &lt;strong&gt;my life is very ordinary&lt;/strong&gt;.In fact, it just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;circles around swimming,eating,sleeping,using the computer,watching tv,sleeping&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.How stagnant can that be?V e r y eh? There's nothing interesting to post about.Unless you want to read about how i managed to remember to watch America's Next Top Model today , or that i've ate my chocolate donut(be jealous,very jealous,widhiahh.Haha)That is &lt;strong&gt;so ordinary that you can just fall right smack onto your keyboard or something&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;amp;go sleeping.It's better than reading uninteresting posts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Swimming today.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm beginning to love swimming&lt;/span&gt;,hahaha.I love the freedom in the water.I mean , i can do whatever i want inside, without really getting hurt inside the pool. Besides, i wont be all sweaty ;D Hahaha. Or feel like i'm in a furnace or something.It's cool :DD Haha, maybe it's because i'm not afraid of the pool already ;DD Hoh, today went to the deep pool,let's just hope i'll pass my elementary 1. &amp;amp;if i can 2&amp;amp;intermediate1 .Haha. Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Went Long John's Silver after that, lesson learnt , do not, i repeat, &lt;strong&gt;do not ,under any circumstances, eat combo 1.It's not filling at all&lt;/strong&gt;. Yeah, because i woke up to eat instant noodles.that's why i'm awake now ;DD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;amp;i still like going for thr MCR concert.Can i borrow 5bucks from 19 people? i just want to go la.I know complaining wont make a difference. But.. Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-3568702227617423152?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/3568702227617423152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=3568702227617423152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/3568702227617423152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/3568702227617423152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2007/11/routine-lifestyle.html' title='Routine lifestyle.'/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-777966375502920572</id><published>2007-10-31T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T23:28:56.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh,it's nostalgia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blasting through the speakers : Famous Last Words-My Chemical Romance &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm feeling : Nostalgic T.T&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I realised that i'm missing sec1E1 already.The thought of not having the class as a whole next year,because spongebob's bestfriend is dropping to N(A). &amp;amp;As much as i destest you,you're still part of our class.&amp;amp;&lt;strong&gt;without you, we aren't a whole already.&lt;/strong&gt; I wonder what happen when we really split up &amp;amp;go to different classes next year.The mere thought of it makes me wanna cry.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I dont want to leave all my classmates&lt;/span&gt;.Whether i hate them or not,yeah,i'll miss everybody,even the people i hate(whose names i shall not mention).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&amp;amp;Seriously ,&lt;strong&gt;i'm missing mrsfoo&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;amp;it's just 5 days into the holidays,inclusive of weekends. Okay,i admit, you aren't a barrel of laughter all the time.Wait, you aren't a barrel of laughter any of the time x). But what the heck, i miss you laa.&amp;amp;im thinking , who's going to be our form teacher next year?If it's ms guo or something i'll probably faint.Tuck in your shirt , no cockroach feelers &amp;amp;the list goes on.Bahh.I want mrs fooo to be our form teacher. Seriously ,&lt;strong&gt;i'd rather fall asleep in your class&lt;/strong&gt; ;DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hohkay&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;;I still feel like going for that my chemical romance concert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I want to &lt;strong&gt;hear their music live&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;instead of just listening through my ear pieces&lt;/span&gt; ; I want to &lt;strong&gt;see them live&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;instead of just looking at the pictures of them&lt;/span&gt;. I want to&lt;strong&gt; feel the high that is in the crowd &amp;amp;in the band&lt;/strong&gt;. I want to &lt;strong&gt;experience something that is once in a life time&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My chemical romance wont stay in singapore for long&lt;/span&gt;, i know.&amp;amp; i really want to go for their concert. I &lt;strong&gt;want to experience things that i've never experienced&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;amp;i want to &lt;strong&gt;hear their music bouncing off my ear drums &amp;amp; go ecstatic with the crowd ;&lt;/strong&gt; scream with the crowd. I want &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;my heart to beat with the rhythm of the bass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.I want to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;feel the music&lt;/span&gt;.I want to go there,&amp;amp;&lt;strong&gt;get high&lt;/strong&gt;.I want to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;spend two hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of my teenage life there, just to see,to feel the ambience of an alternative rock concert. Yeah , i want to go.But i cant convince my parents.They think that my chemical romance is too baddy bad for my ears because it's loud ): &lt;strong&gt;Can any kind soul please sponser me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-777966375502920572?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/777966375502920572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=777966375502920572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/777966375502920572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/777966375502920572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2007/10/ohits-nostalgia.html' title='Oh,it&apos;s nostalgia.'/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-2418470177989748650</id><published>2007-10-31T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T01:21:14.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wasted my phone memories on these xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Tuning in: Everyday-HighSchoolMusical2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moo-ed: Bored&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah!I'm bored outta my mind.&amp;amp;since Widhiah wanted me to post all the pictures of the after-swimming-to-hougang-mall pictures.i'll just post all.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/Ryf4_5gnUII/AAAAAAAAADc/JeCi0IAFYNo/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127340477437661314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/Ryf4_5gnUII/AAAAAAAAADc/JeCi0IAFYNo/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Denise&amp;amp;Grandmohmehh :D In the music room.Waiting for Band to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/Ryf5AJgnUJI/AAAAAAAAADk/G0Lv5_XKIdg/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127340481732628626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/Ryf5AJgnUJI/AAAAAAAAADk/G0Lv5_XKIdg/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me&amp;amp;PohLihua&amp;amp;Xinli :DD Haha. We look like 3 weirdos in the toilet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/Ryf5AJgnUKI/AAAAAAAAADs/7Cw-TEwA1bE/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127340481732628642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/Ryf5AJgnUKI/AAAAAAAAADs/7Cw-TEwA1bE/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The mirror in the third floor toilet rocks. Haha xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/Ryf5AZgnULI/AAAAAAAAAD0/FzXCKuPnGrA/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127340486027595954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/Ryf5AZgnULI/AAAAAAAAAD0/FzXCKuPnGrA/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A9edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hazimah&amp;amp;Julie&amp;amp;Widhiah&amp;amp;Me. After swimming.That's why our hair's wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/Ryf5ApgnUMI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Jxk7Fccf3gU/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127340490322563266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/Ryf5ApgnUMI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Jxk7Fccf3gU/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She asked me to take her like that.&amp;amp;i did :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/Ryf4npgnUDI/AAAAAAAAAC0/jamFuLWyWe0/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127340060825833522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/Ryf4npgnUDI/AAAAAAAAAC0/jamFuLWyWe0/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me&amp;amp;Sharifah. Haha,slippppa :D After swimming ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/Ryf4n5gnUEI/AAAAAAAAAC8/7wl5TBBPLTo/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127340065120800834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/Ryf4n5gnUEI/AAAAAAAAAC8/7wl5TBBPLTo/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; WOAH! Pollution!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/Ryf4oJgnUFI/AAAAAAAAADE/HfwsLn-D0s0/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127340069415768146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/Ryf4oJgnUFI/AAAAAAAAADE/HfwsLn-D0s0/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our mini leaning tower of pisa. Well, leaning tower of garbage would be correct&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/Ryf4oZgnUGI/AAAAAAAAADM/vGO2C3eAjp0/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127340073710735458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/Ryf4oZgnUGI/AAAAAAAAADM/vGO2C3eAjp0/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; More additions to the already leaning tower.&amp;amp;Of course the fry just at Julie's nose :D Wahahaha. Ammelia did that.By accident. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/Ryf4oZgnUHI/AAAAAAAAADU/pt6jRnF6F2U/s1600-h/sayCHEESEÂ©0120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127340073710735474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/Ryf4oZgnUHI/AAAAAAAAADU/pt6jRnF6F2U/s320/sayCHEESE%C2%A90120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Julie took this. xD Ohkay , that's the end of the photo presentation xD Oh well.&amp;amp;Widhiah, you got your photos xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717808672566330649-2418470177989748650?l=chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/feeds/2418470177989748650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717808672566330649&amp;postID=2418470177989748650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/2418470177989748650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717808672566330649/posts/default/2418470177989748650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdenise.blogspot.com/2007/10/tuning-in-everyday-highschoolmusical2_31.html' title='I wasted my phone memories on these xD'/><author><name>denisedisaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858017220261758021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/TBopqy6zejI/AAAAAAAADY8/EZE8eykgjJQ/S220/DSC02068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqgQrM0YIZg/Ryf4_5gnUII/AAAAAAAAADc/JeCi0IAFYNo/s72-c/sayCHEESE%C2%A90126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717808672566330649.post-1967323009963631358</id><published>2007-10-30T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T21:11:49.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temptation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tuning in: This is how i disappear- My Chemical Romance &lt;33&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moo-ed: Full&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[my name is]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;`kang mei xian &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;denise&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[in the morning i am]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;`wishing that i could press the snooze button&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[all i need is]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;`water.i'm thi
