<?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-6236999022569190372</id><updated>2011-09-16T18:20:11.593+08:00</updated><category term='oh hello wello'/><title type='text'>Endless Days; ♥</title><subtitle type='html'>As the days go by, the memories grew precious.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>403</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-4029363464235670080</id><published>2010-07-15T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T23:22:22.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blaze of glory;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/TD8dl2nh21I/AAAAAAAABGo/cDd8koZO4c8/s1600/60.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/TD8dl2nh21I/AAAAAAAABGo/cDd8koZO4c8/s320/60.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Whoa, the last time I posted was on June 28. That was like, such a long time ago. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, Sarah! C:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha, there's this flamer on my cbox and he/she/it leaves some flames that are [supposedly] supposed to sting. Darn hilarious I tell you. xD Anyway to all future flamers: why bother? It's not like I did anything to you. Even if I did, tell me; and for Merlin's sake, use proper English! No one takes you seriously when you use netspeak. Gosh, that just backfires the words you use on me back onto you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to another quite depressing news in a semi-parallel universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The INKPression! Writing Competition 2010 or whatever it's called is tough; mainly because of the word limit. 800 words canNOT express a well written piece. I wrote one that I was extremely proud of; then I realised I shot wayyy past the maximum: 1157 words! Oh gosh- I had such a hard time trying to trim it down to exactly 800.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I printed the story out, then I realised I hadn't spellchecked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[insert extremely foul profanity here]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I told you how much I truly detest Maths? I don't even know what the formula is for the base area of a cylinder or a base area of a pyramid or whatever number-related stuff you people think is &lt;i&gt;fun&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English is .. okay, somewhat. I miss writing about fun topics, actually. :C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays I'm really concentrating on writing again, instead of lazing away and not doing anything about my writers block. Well readers, Xiahou Ayumi is back into writing! [waits for applause]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now going past my comfort zone; instead of spending all of my time playing around in JKR's sandbox, I'm now going to spend maybe, a quarter of that time to write my own stories- oneshots first, then onto the real deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely irrelevant note, have you guys noticed that I'm actually blogging for once, and not spouting random crap about how I'm bored and how I should really stop waxing illogical facts on purple cows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Well, in all honesty, I AM bored and I will NOT stop talking about the existence of purple cows. But that's not the point.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is, I'm now determined to up my grade in English to maybe a distinction; I have a skill- why not hone and use it to the fullest I can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was I before this? x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, right. Storywriting. I don't know why many people loathe reading &amp;amp; writing so much. In the honourable words of Sam Puckett, "It's like TV in your head!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that I've expressed how much I love writing, I think I should actually get to it right now. C:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-4029363464235670080?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4029363464235670080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=4029363464235670080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/4029363464235670080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/4029363464235670080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2010/07/blaze-of-glory.html' title='blaze of glory;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/TD8dl2nh21I/AAAAAAAABGo/cDd8koZO4c8/s72-c/60.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-4313442627585559837</id><published>2010-06-28T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T22:11:58.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>binary fishing;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/TCiFzsHxa8I/AAAAAAAABGg/fv6X9_fjRuc/s1600/313.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/TCiFzsHxa8I/AAAAAAAABGg/fv6X9_fjRuc/s320/313.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Merlin, I'm finally back in school. I kept panicking because I couldn't find my Science Volume A workbook &amp;amp; practical book. DX I was so lucky that we didn't need to bring it. Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday. No chocolate. What does that equal to? GRUMPY ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT was epic. It really was. Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science. LOL. Our teachah thought we said binary fishing. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to lug my bag all the way home. Which equals to grumpy me. AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I smsed Prongs who was really like the actual Mr Prongs! /salute&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-4313442627585559837?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4313442627585559837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=4313442627585559837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/4313442627585559837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/4313442627585559837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2010/06/binary-fishing.html' title='binary fishing;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/TCiFzsHxa8I/AAAAAAAABGg/fv6X9_fjRuc/s72-c/313.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-1824204015993931996</id><published>2010-06-24T23:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T23:50:02.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twinkle, twinkle, little star;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/TCN8e6D4zbI/AAAAAAAABGQ/JkKrYW6e9js/s1600/402.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/TCN8e6D4zbI/AAAAAAAABGQ/JkKrYW6e9js/s320/402.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Three days left of June holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/sob sob weep weep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why couldn't I have wasted the entire time away doing something more productive than.. than.. reading fanfics and writing fanfics and facebooking and eating chocolate and READING FANFICS AND WRITING FANFICS AND EATING CHOCOLATE?! T____T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the new timetable's not even up yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I'm just going to live these last few days to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting with..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRITING FANFICTION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear this is getting unhealthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still alive and not suffering from any illnesses so, WHO CARES?! MWPP FTW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I'm writing all about angst and death and whatever stuff that a thirteen year old shouldn't be spouting in her works. -sigh- Do I really have no life? Q^Q&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw Rina, this is for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/TCN91BMDiMI/AAAAAAAABGY/H1CAiX4vl8w/s1600/dsgsahsrh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/TCN91BMDiMI/AAAAAAAABGY/H1CAiX4vl8w/s320/dsgsahsrh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That's okay dearie, I know you're too speechless to say thanks. You're welcome! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay FINEEEE no need to stop sharing your pies with me. So what if you hate Allen/Lavi? I know deep down you love them. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND WYM, THAT PIC GOES FOR YOU TOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay where was I. Ah yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that Julia's back, and my fanfic senses are in overdrive again (when has it not?), it's time to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;write fics and then interrupt myself with blogging and then continue writing it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yah. as you can see above, I'm supposed to continue writing my fic after blogging. so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"I was hiding under your porch because I love you."&lt;br /&gt;~ Dug, from the PIXAR movie UP&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-1824204015993931996?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1824204015993931996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=1824204015993931996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/1824204015993931996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/1824204015993931996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2010/06/twinkle-twinkle-little-star.html' title='twinkle, twinkle, little star;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/TCN8e6D4zbI/AAAAAAAABGQ/JkKrYW6e9js/s72-c/402.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-7904588475171705821</id><published>2010-06-16T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T00:09:43.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tumbling down the rainbow;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/TBeYrFCuyWI/AAAAAAAABGI/zySuYHwiQYM/s1600/48.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/TBeYrFCuyWI/AAAAAAAABGI/zySuYHwiQYM/s320/48.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Aaaaah, I haven't done my homework, and it's almost the end of the June holidays! Instead I'm sitting here at home rotting, writing stories and rotting away. Well, mostly the writing stories part. I guess I'm going to start on my English tomorrow, and upload my calameo (darn). That will leave me with my Malay composition and Literature. Maths is done.. thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay fine I lied. It's not &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; done; I completed about 90% of the worksheet. I guess I'll copy the ones left blank from someone. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my family &amp;amp; I went to the PIXAR: 20 Years of Animation Exhibition @ Science Centre! It's my second time there, and this time there's no 'time limit' or anything. :DD Unfortunately we didn't take a picture in front of the backdrop, since the photographer was MIA. Yet when we left the exhibition, there he was, standing innocently while fiddling with that little camera of his! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was amazing I tell you. My mom and Purin especially loved the 3D section. Gosh, I feel like going there again! It's totally shocking what these Pixar animators and designers can do. It takes four years just to create one movie, and if it turns out unsatisfying they'll start from scratch! I don't think I can ever survive there; I'm not one for patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we bought the family package for the PIXAR Exhibition + Science Centre, we roam said place, namely the Sound exhibition and Mathematics section. :x The Sound one was fun; my sister was rambling about why this was that and how that became this. The best part is, she got it all correct! Terus kembang. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the Mathematics section. Each of us tried almost everything out of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, the McD there is super crowded. OF ALL DAYS TO BRING YOUR KINDERGARTEN CLASS ON AN EXCURSION, DON'T DO IT WHEN I'M GOING THAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to Suntec City to buy Andi's birthday present. THE FREAKING SONG OVER THERE WAS IRRITATING&lt;br /&gt;I want to buy Pictionary and Taboo so badly. ;A; They're both so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we went to the Food Terrace thingy because SOMEONE (read: Purin) wanted to eat kuay teow goreng! JUST WHEN I WANTED TO EAT PASTAMANIA T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the plus side is, she introduced me to the wonderful wonderful McCafe's Double Chocolate Frappe! That's the only coffee I'll &lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt; be drinking though. 99.9% why is because I can't taste the coffee (yay) and IT'S DOUBLE CHOCOLATE XIDVHNXIGHRISDYJGODH;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm tired. I want to write more fanfics nao so bai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"My head feels like chicken."&lt;br /&gt;~ Sirius Black, The RAA: Remus Admirers Anonymous fanfic&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-7904588475171705821?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/7904588475171705821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=7904588475171705821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/7904588475171705821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/7904588475171705821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2010/06/tumbling-down-rainbow.html' title='tumbling down the rainbow;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/TBeYrFCuyWI/AAAAAAAABGI/zySuYHwiQYM/s72-c/48.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-5579240541323520291</id><published>2010-06-05T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T17:00:38.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dripdropcrashbangsnipsnap;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/TAoPSg9bIyI/AAAAAAAABGA/F4g8LUtl3HM/s1600/336.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/TAoPSg9bIyI/AAAAAAAABGA/F4g8LUtl3HM/s320/336.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So it's the fifth of June and I haven't started on my homework. Well, actually I &lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt;.. but it's only two sentences on my English essay. Seriously, essays are such a huge fuss. We're supposed to write a long report on something that can just be said in two sentences. /snort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia just left for Barcelona, Rina just left for Malaysia, and Sarah will soon leave for Malaysia too. What is with you people and leaving me all alone in Singapore?! Why?! Don't you all have homework to &lt;strike&gt;procrastinate on&lt;/strike&gt; do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saving up for PIXAR: 20 Years of Animation because my family hasn't went there yet. Huhu, I can go there for a second time! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wrote ANOTHER fanfiction. This time, the story is 2160 words long. I still can't seem to beat my own record of 2619 words. And &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; is considered short sometimes. Argh. Am I EVER going to get to my goal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to write a romance oneshot for Julia as a welcome-home present, but I'm not sure where to start. Of course, it's LilyxJames. I don't really do RemusxTonks. And I don't think she appreciates slash rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I can do HermionexHarry.. eh, but I think she'll like LilyxJames more. Argh, why am I talking about this anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what homework we have. Oh joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go bowling~ It's amazing that the summer holidays have already started, and I haven't even gone bowling yet! This has got to be a record!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go Hogwarts. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to start my own tumblr soon, since Purin influenced me a lot. Darth Padfoot's Little Wonderland of Randomness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard the K-ON PSP Game is coming out. It's like Project Diva, and that's what makes it oh-so-awesome! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of Project Diva, have you seen the promotional vid for Project Diva 2? OMG it's so epic! I can't wait to get my hands on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;.. So here I am, talking about who-knows-what-and-probably-nothing. I need a life. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-three more days to school starting, amirite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, I need to stop blogging about stuff people don't care about, or I'll lose my readers. So far I can safely say that this is one of the most boring posts I've ever typed. What happened to my usual energy and vigour?! /sob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthxbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;All I ever wanted was to &lt;b&gt;live&lt;/b&gt;. I do not just want to &lt;/i&gt;survive&lt;i&gt;  in this world; I want to taste the freedom and carefree moments of  life, just like many children had in their childhood. I want to know the  true meaning of happiness, to not have it juxtaposed with the darkness  of death, like it always had been.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;~ Harry Potter, in my latest fanfic &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-5579240541323520291?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5579240541323520291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=5579240541323520291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/5579240541323520291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/5579240541323520291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2010/06/dripdropcrashbangsnipsnap.html' title='dripdropcrashbangsnipsnap;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/TAoPSg9bIyI/AAAAAAAABGA/F4g8LUtl3HM/s72-c/336.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-6837992734587565423</id><published>2010-05-24T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T16:58:57.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of broomsticks and bedpans;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/S_o5Nh4FGjI/AAAAAAAABFI/NLkPG6sZku4/s1600/21951_262836517070_243968202070_3252604_7639895_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/S_o5Nh4FGjI/AAAAAAAABFI/NLkPG6sZku4/s320/21951_262836517070_243968202070_3252604_7639895_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I got highest for English! YAY! Let's celebrate this with chocolate! :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only two more days left to the holidays. But it doesn't make much of a difference, since there's nothing to do here. Srsly, Singapore is so &lt;i&gt;boring&lt;/i&gt;. You'd think that as the June hols are coming, they'd have a plethora of activities lined up for us. But noooo, we're stuck here bored and sweating under the summer sun, fanning ourselves and licking popsicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, I'M BORED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to start on a new summer project though. &lt;strike&gt;Other than procrastinating&lt;/strike&gt;, I'm going to write a new full multi-chaptered story, sort of like a novel. A novella, maybe? I'm going to target 10,000 words in 5 chapters first. Is that possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know whether it'll be a fanfic or just a story based on my own imagination. I have one in mind, but it's terribly complicated. I NEED A BETA READER PL0X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I contemplate this story issue and my boredom, I'm going to create random pics of blobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Bob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/S_o70ICBFAI/AAAAAAAABFQ/JqiPPEb0R6k/s1600/blob1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/S_o70ICBFAI/AAAAAAAABFQ/JqiPPEb0R6k/s320/blob1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ain't he a cute lil' guy? Haha. inorite. So cute. I wanna squish him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd draw a cuter blob, but I can't find my tablet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's computer-drawn blob #2, John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/S_o8UJH954I/AAAAAAAABFY/w3lz0ie6tow/s1600/blob2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/S_o8UJH954I/AAAAAAAABFY/w3lz0ie6tow/s320/blob2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;John is King Blob of BlobLand. He's epic win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now we shall travel to another alternate universe. Welcome to the land of purple cows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Pamela, our undersecretary of the Land of Purple Cows. Not that cows ever need undersecretaries, but we know better than to question them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/S_o9jdjmt_I/AAAAAAAABFg/euMjiUjES5A/s1600/cow1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/S_o9jdjmt_I/AAAAAAAABFg/euMjiUjES5A/s320/cow1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So what do you think of her? Huhu, she looks awesome. Look at all those purpleness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're now venturing to the last alternate universe of all, at the speed of 185184861084573436378 mph. Oh yeah, we're &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-insert annoying intercom sound here-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the Land of Random People Who Somehow Look Like Blobs! We call them Random Thingy, for short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet a fellow Random Thingy -&amp;nbsp; James! Yes, he's now in charge of the All Random Things Pte Ltd company branch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/S_o-vyIZUCI/AAAAAAAABFo/jqf7PFrjEqE/s1600/randomthingy1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/S_o-vyIZUCI/AAAAAAAABFo/jqf7PFrjEqE/s320/randomthingy1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ain't he adorable zcoijvoizjgoidangiorhgdgjosjfdihnzx?! That's a hat on his head if you couldn't tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all for today's episode for Random Alternate Universes That Exists In My Mind That Scientists Refuse to Acknowledge. Stay tuned for the next episode, which is when Inoue Ayumi finds the tablet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-insert random annoying fast news music here-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now I'm out of inspiration here. I've exhausted my random imagination core. I've gotta go recharge it. So please excuse me while I chase flying red jellyfish just for the fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"Well, I certainly don't," said Percy sanctimoniously. "I shudder to  think what the state of my in-tray would be if I was away from work for five days." &lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, someone might slip dragon dung in it again, eh, Perce?" said  Fred. &lt;br /&gt;"That was a sample of fertilizer from Norway!" said Percy, going  very red in the face. "It was nothing personal!" &lt;br /&gt;"It was," Fred whispered to Harry as they got up from the table. "We  sent it." &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-6837992734587565423?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6837992734587565423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=6837992734587565423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/6837992734587565423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/6837992734587565423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2010/05/of-broomsticks-and-bedpans.html' title='of broomsticks and bedpans;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/S_o5Nh4FGjI/AAAAAAAABFI/NLkPG6sZku4/s72-c/21951_262836517070_243968202070_3252604_7639895_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-1446874630442799477</id><published>2010-05-19T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T18:41:04.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a blend of good and bad;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://icons.iconator.com/700/ICONATOR_e0a1cc2be1c04791f19521253c9e9655.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://icons.iconator.com/700/ICONATOR_e0a1cc2be1c04791f19521253c9e9655.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today was really.. a whirlpool of emotions. I'd better start with the good first. Might as well make this good feeling last well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I made this blogskin, and I'm really proud of it! Especially the butterfly (duh). Though I realised too late that the sidebar is a teeny weeny lil bit.. small. Darn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway. Today at school, as a post-exam activity, we learnt &lt;b&gt;archery&lt;/b&gt;! (Y) (Y) (Y) Haha! Loved it. Scored three bulls eyes rofl. And I got chocolate for that! While waiting for our turns, we watched Up. It's been such a long time since I watched it! SO AWESOME MAN SZVNIZVDVNZOVGNIOSBJNGXZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- I'm just going to interrupt myself here for a bit -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I didn't post at all in this blog since April 17. WOW. I even missed my blog's anniversary! D: .. oh well. There's always next year. It'll be big.. fantastic.. EPIC! 8D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- interrupting again~ -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Btw btw, my Higher Malay marks.. I got B3! Quite good, but I know I can do better for Paper 2. Atikah beat me; she got A2! unfairness. so I got third in class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- I already forgot my first topic -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wrote lots of fanfiction lately. And now there's more plot bunnies gnawing at my feet. Looks like I'll be busy during the hols! Other than procrastinating of course. That's normal in a teenager's life LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- where was I? oh nevermind. -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I haven't eaten lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- okay that was &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; what I wanted to say rofl. -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tomorrow I'll be getting back my Geography and English papers! OMG I'm so scared for English. What if I drop? Then I'll never be proud of myself ever again! I'll lose my dignity! My pride! My life! Oh, woe is me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes, I've come to realise (and accept the fact - Merlin knows how long &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; took) that I have a penchant for dramatics. It's not my fault! It's really fun when you exaggerate stuff. And annoy the heck out of people by overreacting. Try it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- I just realised I interrupted myself without stating so -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've run out of good stuff to say. Darn. Let's take a road to the worse and tell the bad news and just get over this asap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The bad news?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I FAILED MY MATHS. AGAIN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aaaaaaaaargh! It's so disappointing and sad! I cried when I received the papers. Sure I improved by 10 marks, and moved up a grade, but I. STILL. FAILED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'll never like Maths.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was - and still am - really sad about it. Partly because I failed (duh), but mostly because I know everyone won't believe me when I say I tried my best; that I studied so hard but this was the result. They won't believe me, say it's all my fault, and then do nothing at all to make me feel better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And that's just really disheartening to know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Worse still, on my way home the song that kept playing on my mp3 player &lt;i&gt;even though it was on shuffle&lt;/i&gt;, was Untitled by Simple Plan. Coincidence, much? Cried some more when I heard the lyrics and how it perfectly suited my current predicament.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I want to prove to everyone that I can succeed without essential things in life that &lt;i&gt;they&lt;/i&gt; have and &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; don't,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;but this just brings everything down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can do better. Yes I can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But I did my best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's never enough to please you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There. I said it all; got it out of my chest. Now I'm going to beta someone's fanfic to take my mind off things. What a downturn in my emotions. -sigh- The things people say can just make your smile a hundred-and-eighty degrees turn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Oh no," said Lupin. "Much worse than that. You can exist without your soul, you know, as long as your brain and heart are still working. But you'll have no sense of self anymore, no memory, no ... anything. There's no chance at all of recovery. You'll just -- exist. As an empty shell. And your soul is gone forever ... lost."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-1446874630442799477?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1446874630442799477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=1446874630442799477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/1446874630442799477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/1446874630442799477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2010/05/blend-of-good-and-bad.html' title='a blend of good and bad;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-225032893155128462</id><published>2010-04-17T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T22:47:07.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nahkjdhrhb;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/S8m4VBLNJUI/AAAAAAAABE4/_8_4jPECjTI/s1600/69.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/S8m4VBLNJUI/AAAAAAAABE4/_8_4jPECjTI/s320/69.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I wanna write fanfiction, but I have no idea what to write on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO MUCH IDEAS, but I don't know which to do! I'm thinking, dark.. angsty.. no no wait, my mood just changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm favouring moving, touching, sad, inspiring, motivating, sniff-sniff-de-woobly-doo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh wait, now I'm trying for sweet family fluff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No waaaaaaait! How about death? God knows there's loads of those in HP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. actually, maybe I feel like writing Dynasty Warriors death fic.&lt;br /&gt;No wait, if it's Dynasty Warriors, it should be a drabbley oneshot. Like, Cao Pi broody mood. That should score a lot of reviews. Good!Cao Pi as well as Troubled!Cao Pi as well as Bastard!Cao Cao and AwesomeandhotlikeaGreekGod!XiahouDun. :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XIAHOU DUN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KYAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick. Totally sick. Again. But with no fever. wth? I just missed my English Compre. T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WROTE A NEW POEM&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO PROUD OF IT&lt;br /&gt;YAAAAAAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over here over here over &lt;a href="http://www.poems-and-quotes.com/dark/poems.php?id=1146018"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;READ IT.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay like, I lost the will to blog now. rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthxbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;“If you think I’m going to let six people risk their lives - !” &lt;br /&gt;“ – because it’s the first time for all of us,” said Ron.&lt;br /&gt;“This is different, pretending to be me – ”&lt;br /&gt;“Well, none of us really fancy it, Harry,” said Fred earnestly. “Imagine  if something went wrong and we were stuck as specky, scrawny gits  forever.” &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-225032893155128462?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/225032893155128462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=225032893155128462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/225032893155128462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/225032893155128462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2010/04/nahkjdhrhb.html' title='nahkjdhrhb;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/S8m4VBLNJUI/AAAAAAAABE4/_8_4jPECjTI/s72-c/69.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-7711394392072047220</id><published>2010-04-05T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T19:32:43.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOONY;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/S7nId12-uvI/AAAAAAAABEU/plZbWtuzLV8/s1600/160.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/S7nId12-uvI/AAAAAAAABEU/plZbWtuzLV8/s320/160.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He is SO cute. Adorable. The perfect guy. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squee! I can't decide if he's my favourite Marauder or not. I still love Padfoot &amp;amp; Prongs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOONY IS AWESOME&lt;br /&gt;ALL HAIL MOONY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/squeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It aggravates me when someone spells it 'Mooney'. x3x I mean COME ON, you read the books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to travel back in time, I'D GLOMP HIM AHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE'S TOO GLOMPABLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moooooooooooooony~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't mind his furry little problem one bit. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deathly Hallows INRDHIUIBNAIUHBRLHBDB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYONE WANNA WATCH WITH MEH? 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's in December..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a rant post. So I apologise for the rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's BMW is uber awesome! I LOVE THE MARAUDER TREE CHALK DRAWING&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA HUG IT&lt;br /&gt;SQUEE&lt;br /&gt;SQUEE&lt;br /&gt;SQUEE&lt;br /&gt;SQUEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just ate chocolate. I get hyper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DISLIKE THE REMUS/SIRIUS PAIRING, YOU HEAR? DISLIKE! ABHOR! LOATHE! HATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno.. they just don't go together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Sirry.. now THAT's a different story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. but still no. Well, not too much. Depends on my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M TALKING TO MYSELF AREN'T I? YOU GUYS DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT. X_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so do I actually. wth am I saying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GO CRAZY WHEN I SEE THE WORD 'STAG'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x________________________________________________________x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going insane from HP overdrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. not that I mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BACK OFF! BACK OFF I TELL YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't send me to Woodbridge! They have a restraining order on meeeeeeeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/sobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm melodramatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going nuts, aren't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait. Scratch out 'going'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, sorry for this pathetic excuse for a post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this, my dears, is a crack!post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Harry&lt;/b&gt;: Hagrid warned me about the dragons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ron&lt;/b&gt;:  No, no! Remember I told Hermione to tell you that Seamus told me that  Dean was told by Parvati that Hagrid was looking for you. Seamus didn't  really tell me anything. So it was really me all along! I thought you'd  be able to figure it out from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Harry&lt;/b&gt;: How could anybody  figure that out? It's completely mental!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-7711394392072047220?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/7711394392072047220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=7711394392072047220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/7711394392072047220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/7711394392072047220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2010/04/moony.html' title='MOONY;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/S7nId12-uvI/AAAAAAAABEU/plZbWtuzLV8/s72-c/160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-2128201522646536902</id><published>2010-04-02T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T23:15:21.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>confusion;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/S7YJ11JVcZI/AAAAAAAABEM/bespn29lpTw/s1600/23.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/S7YJ11JVcZI/AAAAAAAABEM/bespn29lpTw/s320/23.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I haven't posted in a while. And I MEAN a while. And I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are all topsy-turvy now. I'm in a sour mood right now, so I apologise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, I begin my rant. So don't read it if you don't want to, okay? I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get it. What did I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's close anymore. Nobody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, she changed and left me. She left me without a word. The only thing that keeps our friendship together is our love for sports, and THAT's a conversation-starter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hardly talks to me anymore. Heck, I'm lucky if I actually get a 'hi' from her once a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. The bottom line is, she left me. She doesn't talk to me anymore. And when we do, it's an awkward silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you think I felt when I met her that day, and while I was talking to her, she just nodded halfway through my sentence and talked to her friend? What was THAT about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I ever do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's changed. And even if she changed, it's not for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, dating? Gosh, some people just don't know how to control your hormones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're thinking. 'Oh come on, surely you feel like this too? Stop talking as if you're older and mature!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well newsflash, I'd rather live a peaceful life, rather than be heartbroken and emo over a breakup at the age of thirteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just don't understand, do you? You think it's cool, fun, &lt;i&gt;mature&lt;/i&gt;.. well it's not. Seen it, regretted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's not justified, where everything goes happy-doo-daa for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you look past me. I hate the way you treat me. As if I'm a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;As if I've never been in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I'd rather walk up to you, plaster a sickly sweet smile on my face, and go, 'Hi, do you remember me? I was your friend once. It seemed like a long time ago, huh? -insert fake laugh here- Well, I have to go now, but I see it doesn't make a difference if I did, huh? I was gone from your life a long time ago.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how dark and stupid I am right now. But hey, life's that way. A rollercoaster of emotions. This, is one of the ways of letting myself know just exactly how sad I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it dumb of me to be clinging on to the last string of our friendship when it's clearly not meant to last? When you'll look back on the days when you were younger, and go, 'Ah yes, she was my best friend once. What was her name again..?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where is that picture of us I gave you. Come to think of it, I regret giving it to you. It's probably crumpled somewhere, in a dark closet, or deep within your bag. I would've given it better care, I know I will. I cherished our memories,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it seems you don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-2128201522646536902?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/2128201522646536902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=2128201522646536902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/2128201522646536902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/2128201522646536902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2010/04/confusion.html' title='confusion;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/S7YJ11JVcZI/AAAAAAAABEM/bespn29lpTw/s72-c/23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-7612785782313923726</id><published>2010-03-27T17:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T17:34:24.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hdfjndnarjn;</title><content type='html'>this blog is dead. cos I seriously have nothing to post about. so.. um. yeah. maybe i'll post tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-7612785782313923726?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/7612785782313923726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=7612785782313923726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/7612785782313923726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/7612785782313923726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2010/03/hdfjndnarjn.html' title='hdfjndnarjn;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-7141977760380595383</id><published>2010-03-02T18:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T18:16:00.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exuberance;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/S4za8Gwn-QI/AAAAAAAABCU/gbhm1lHTHrs/s1600-h/153.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/S4za8Gwn-QI/AAAAAAAABCU/gbhm1lHTHrs/s320/153.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am going to create a new blogskin soon~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This current one I created is getting old. (gasp, ikr? so soon.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet this means I need to download more Photoshop brushes. And I..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-drumroll-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. am lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There it is, the shocking truth! The truth that will send us all terrified, horrified, running and screaming for our lives and tripping over pebbles in our haste, falling flat on our faces and getting back up and running around with a flat nose! TEH TRUTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;._. My classmates think I'm over-dramatic and that it's humorous. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I neeeeeeeeeeed to borrow books! I neeeeeed to borrow The Complete Poems! It has poems dating back to 1914! I NEED IT. It sounded so.. epic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Alone&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;From childhood's hour I have not been&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;As others were; I have not seen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;As others saw; I could not bring&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My passions from a common spring.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;From the same source I have not taken&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My sorrow; I could not awaken&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My heart to joy at the same tone;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And all I loved, I loved alone.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then- in my childhood, in the dawn&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Of a most stormy life- was drawn&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;From every depth of good and ill&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The mystery which binds me still:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;From the torrent, or the fountain,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;From the red cliff of the mountain,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;From the sun that round me rolled&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In its autumn tint of gold,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;From the lightning in the sky&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;As it passed me flying by,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;From the thunder and the storm,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And the cloud that took the form&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(When the rest of Heaven was blue)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Of a demon in my view.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Edgar Allan Poe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he one of the greatest poets to walk on earth? He's awesome! I saw a book of his poems in the school library and I couldn't tear away from it. I wanted to borrow it, but oh wait.&lt;br /&gt;It's TUESDAY. The day my school bag is the heaviest. I tell you, it's heavier than myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rina says I'm too random. Am I? Just today while walking to class I waved to some fire extinguishers outside my classroom. Does that count as weird and random?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUWA FUWA JIKAN~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Purin, for recommending me to it. Now I can't stop listening to it. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walruses are cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BETTINA PLEASE I WANT THOSE ANIMAL STICKERS. THEY ARE ADORABLY ADORABLE! DDD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, shall make a Remus oneshot. It's been a long time since I touched Google Docs. (I don't trust Microsoft Word when dealing with fanfiction. The problems it gives everyone!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MWOOHAHAHAHAHA RINA HAS JOINED TEH DARK SIDE! That is, fanfiction. /smirk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All thanks to.. &lt;i&gt;moi&lt;/i&gt;. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think you can escape, Rina? Ahahahaha! Au contraire,  chère! You'll never do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, I tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO. D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They should invent pink elephants. It's much better than trying to clone sheep. coughcough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and.. DRACO AND TOM FELTON ARE MINE YA HEAR, JULIA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/smirks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghh. Higher Malay tomorrow. I don't want to go! Nooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall sulk and procrastinate and read ff. and nothing shall stop me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unless, of course, you offer me a cookie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The only reason people get lost in thought is because it's unfamiliar territory.    &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-7141977760380595383?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/7141977760380595383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=7141977760380595383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/7141977760380595383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/7141977760380595383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2010/03/exuberance.html' title='exuberance;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/S4za8Gwn-QI/AAAAAAAABCU/gbhm1lHTHrs/s72-c/153.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-4288826078991126905</id><published>2010-02-23T19:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T19:41:05.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dsfeyrrtf;</title><content type='html'>gosh i am lazy to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-temporary update-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. I hate Lit class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm waaaaaay addicted to fan fiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and chocolate. but when has that ever changed?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-4288826078991126905?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4288826078991126905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=4288826078991126905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/4288826078991126905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/4288826078991126905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2010/02/dsfeyrrtf.html' title='dsfeyrrtf;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-5160524892036320087</id><published>2010-02-11T19:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T19:15:43.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pigpimples;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/S3PioC1rf3I/AAAAAAAABCE/0IV9URuxhuE/s1600-h/102.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/S3PioC1rf3I/AAAAAAAABCE/0IV9URuxhuE/s320/102.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am so,&lt;i&gt; so&lt;/i&gt; bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not really. I'm reading ff. But I'm running out of things to read, and that is totally bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three-quarters through Deathly Hallows. Darn you homework, if it wasn't for you, I would've finished it by now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random moment: Avira AntiVir Personal Antivirus's scan program's name is called Luke Filewalker. I can't stop laughing over that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to BGPS tomorrow. :D I'd say tomorrow would be the best Friday of this month, but I wouldn't want to jinx it.. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons are only until 9:15, which means Science and Geography.&lt;br /&gt;And then the CNY celebrations start! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later after that, I go back to BGPS! Double triple hyper awesome YAY! I'll be chasing, no wait, killing, I mean, SEEING Rina-chan again! yay Rina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I'd get chocolates. Nice to know my classmates remember I'm a chocoholic. /smirks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squee~ I miss my old school. I feel like crying every time I remember the good ol' times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I really just top the class with 23 for my essay? Impossible! 23! That's low for me. ): I gotta practise more. and more and more and more. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been meaning to find a teacher, a proper English or Lit or whatever teacher, to look at my poems. They're of amateur skills. Yet I still want to know if they're good enough to be passed off as poems. Really. Look at my latest one, done during Geography (I mean, no offence and all, teacher, but whatever you said was all in the textbook, verbatim.)&lt;br /&gt;Mah latest poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Title: Mummy, Why Did You Lie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;[PURELY, ENTIRELY, 100% FICTIONAL. &lt;/b&gt;NOT BASED OFF ME.&lt;b&gt;]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mummy, how could Daddy call?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I thought you said he died&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But he's alive, and on the phone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mummy, why did you lie?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mummy, what did Daddy want?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why did he make you cry?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mummy don't hide - I know you did&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mummy, why did you lie?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Daddy, why did you do that?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why did you make her cry?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Daddy, don't try to deny this fact&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Daddy, why did you lie?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Daddy, please stop doing this&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Our bills are now too high&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You promised last month you'd pay for it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Daddy, why did you lie?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mummy, take my money please&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Take it and don't deny&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know you need it, no need to hide&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mummy, why must you lie?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mummy, I heard he called again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mummy, please tell me why&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't try to change the subject now&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mummy, why must you lie?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Daddy, you're such a selfish prick&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I bet you'd want to know why&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Look at your empty promises, shall we?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh Daddy, why must you lie?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Daddy, I think Mummy's right&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What she said was no lie&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The person she loved when she married you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yeah, that person died&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Who, you ask, is that person?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Well he, Daddy dear, was &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt;.)&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? It's not that good. Okay, I admit, I'm very proud of it. Yet how good is it to the eyes of readers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Constructive criticism is welcome. I repeat, CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM. /glares at potential flames&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh. I'm too lazy to do my homework. I am going to procrastinate again. I know I'll regret it later, but don't be such a killjoy now! Let me have a bit of relaxation first! Sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. To all my Chinese friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Gong Xi Fa Cai&lt;/span&gt;. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the friends I want to see.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;~ John Burroughs &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-5160524892036320087?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5160524892036320087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=5160524892036320087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/5160524892036320087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/5160524892036320087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2010/02/pigpimples.html' title='pigpimples;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/S3PioC1rf3I/AAAAAAAABCE/0IV9URuxhuE/s72-c/102.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-3385137530913438706</id><published>2010-02-05T18:24:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T17:07:25.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SQUEE!;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/S2vzmeEgR1I/AAAAAAAABB8/N6BvzELbkuA/s1600-h/ICONATOR_eec8cb3daad69206e755e6a8dba2c40f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/S2vzmeEgR1I/AAAAAAAABB8/N6BvzELbkuA/s320/ICONATOR_eec8cb3daad69206e755e6a8dba2c40f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;OMG I'm alive! Unbelievable, right? I'm actually posting again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;lulz. Sorry I didn't post for 48957307 days. I was hooked on RLHP fanfiction. (Do NOT try to find out what it means. /whistles)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;Aaanyway. Today is like, the best Friday ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;Science was so hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;Teacher: "How do you find out the area of an irregular figure? Let's see.. How about Singapore Map?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;Student: "Rectangular!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;Teacher: "O_O ..AUNTY. You telling me that Singapore is rectangular? You try go to Woodlands and see whether it's a corner!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;Another Student: "Huh..? But you said..!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;Teacher: "I was being sarcastic, my dear."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;Said Student: ".. Teacher, what is sarcastic?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;ANOTHER student: "I know I know! It's like.. trying to be funny."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;Teacher: "Trying to be funny?! Aiyoh.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;ANOTHER Student: "I got it! It's like, saying something you don't mean.. just to be funny.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;Teacher: "It doesn't have anything to do with being funny lah oi! Rectangle Aunty, go and check the dictionary for sarcastic!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;Student: -checks- "Oh it says.. to use sarcasm."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;Another Student: "Then what is sarcasm?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;Student: "It's-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;Teacher: "Oh no no no no! I don't trust you already! You ask someone else to look the word up!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;-student passes to another-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;Latter student: "To say something you don't mean to be unpleasant."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;Teacher: "YES THANK YOU."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;Before you comment on how that was lame/not funny/idiotic/stupid/blah, lemme tell you this..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;IT WAS FUNNY WHEN IT HAPPENED OKAY. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And during Drama, we had to do a freeze frame on a tension of drama. My group got Tension of Relationship. So my classmate pretended to propose to another classmate. Then she sang, "Marry me Juliet, you'll never have to be alone; I love you &amp;amp; that's all I really know; I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress; it's a love story baby just say yes!" xDD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;Anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;Today we had to borrow a book from the school library and write a book report on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;I BORROWED HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS OMGIURHDUISTHUIGHRUKETDKJGRIUTY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;But SO MANY CHARACTER DEATHS. D':&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;still. I love that library! It has all the classics I want to read! Like War &amp;amp; Peace, Pride &amp;amp; Prejudice, Hamlet, and MORE SQUEEEEEEEE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;I shall stay thar when I am free so much until I annoy the librarian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;BTW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;I am going to school AGAIN, on a FRIDAY, WHICH IS TODAY, at SEVEN PM, because my debate club is going to, well, debate at Bedok South Sec. And we, being the newcomers (sec ones), shall attend it to watch how a real debate is done. No problem with that right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;BUT WHY MUST IT BE AT SEVEN PM AND END AT TEN FREAKING THIRTY AT NIGHT?! DDDDDD:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;Hmph.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;Oh. And now I found out I have lots in common with fellow classmate Daryl-Ann. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;YAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;CHOCOLATE MUSHROOMS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Oh, very good," interrupted Snape, his lip curling. "Yes, it is easy to see that nearly six years of magical education have not been wasted on you, Potter. 'Ghosts are transparent.'"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;~ Severus Snape&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-3385137530913438706?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3385137530913438706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=3385137530913438706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/3385137530913438706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/3385137530913438706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2010/02/squee.html' title='SQUEE!;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/S2vzmeEgR1I/AAAAAAAABB8/N6BvzELbkuA/s72-c/ICONATOR_eec8cb3daad69206e755e6a8dba2c40f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-2908895689005908730</id><published>2010-01-21T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T16:47:11.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HPHPHP;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/S1gNdeir8nI/AAAAAAAABBk/luSO5t2o-bw/s1600-h/133.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/S1gNdeir8nI/AAAAAAAABBk/luSO5t2o-bw/s320/133.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;HAWT AVATAR IS HAWT. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK AT THE DEATHLY HALLOWS POSTER! IT'S SO EPIC OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.themovieinsider.com/posters/7134/harry-potter-and-the-deathly-hallows-part-i/"&gt;LOOK AT IT.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's soooooooooooooooo awesome~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to the Wizarding World of Harry Potter theme park! D:&lt;br /&gt;It opens in Spring 2010, and it's in Orlando, Florida. T________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT HAS THE HOGWARTS CASTLE AND HOGSMEADE AND HAGRID'S HUT AND LOTS OF RIDES AND STUFF AND I REEEEEEEEEALLY WANNA GO! Q^Q&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to other news..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF WHY IS CHELSEA AND ARSENAL TIED AND MAN U IS BEHIND THEM WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Points&lt;br /&gt;1. Arsenal&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 48&lt;br /&gt;2. Chelsea&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 48&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;3. Man Utd&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 47&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;4. Tottenham&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 38&lt;br /&gt;5. Man City&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 38&lt;br /&gt;6. Liverpool&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 37&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the cheesecake did MAN U LOSE TO MAN CITY 2 - 1?! WHY ARE THE TABLES TURNED?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to vent my anger by reading ff. Lots and lots of ff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE GET TO SEE THE SILVER DOE YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and btw, Alexandre Desplat will be composing for DH. Isn't that great?! :D He's the composer for The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, Julie &amp;amp; Julia, The Golden Compass, and The Twilight Saga: New Moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;After DH part 1, there will be only one movie left of the HP series. ; ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;THE HORROR&lt;br /&gt;THE SADNESS&lt;br /&gt;/sobsobweepweep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fdd017;"&gt;In the hopes of reaching the moon men fail to see the flowers that blossom at their feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; ~ Albert Schweitzer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-2908895689005908730?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/2908895689005908730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=2908895689005908730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/2908895689005908730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/2908895689005908730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2010/01/hphphp.html' title='HPHPHP;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/S1gNdeir8nI/AAAAAAAABBk/luSO5t2o-bw/s72-c/133.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-757692339376520845</id><published>2010-01-20T22:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T22:36:08.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 movies;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/S1bWwnob86I/AAAAAAAABBc/8G7VtEEgZys/s1600-h/142.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/S1bWwnob86I/AAAAAAAABBc/8G7VtEEgZys/s320/142.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS PART ONE COMING IN NOVEMBER THIS YEAR SDJITGHRTLRIUOZGNRIYH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;HARRY FANSERVICE&lt;/s&gt; I MEAN, DEATHLY HALLOWS HERE. I. COME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Avatar: The Last Airbender, where there's a real life Aang, is coming in July. July 22 to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find out more upcoming 2010 movies &lt;a href="http://www.themovieinsider.com/movie-releases/-/2010/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new quote of the week btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this post is super short because I'm lazy to type. DEAL WITH IT. D&amp;lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-757692339376520845?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/757692339376520845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=757692339376520845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/757692339376520845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/757692339376520845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-movies.html' title='2010 movies;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/S1bWwnob86I/AAAAAAAABBc/8G7VtEEgZys/s72-c/142.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-829217439820432507</id><published>2010-01-15T21:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T12:35:58.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wheeism;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/S1Bmqd5uS1I/AAAAAAAABBU/5IPVs00ppDI/s1600-h/146.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/S1Bmqd5uS1I/AAAAAAAABBU/5IPVs00ppDI/s320/146.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Heheh. Poor Draco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's the last day of orientation camp. ; ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOO~ I want it to last forever and ever. Hee. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I shall not blog about it today.. instead, I shall do what I always do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;RANT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;about hp, of coarz. and maybe some other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;but, before that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;R.I.P GAZELLE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Date of Death: look at Purin's blog, since she claims SHE's the primary caretaker while we all just 'ignore them and use the computer while she cries herself to sleep every night thinking about the fate of Gazelle'. End quoting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;WELL I DID TOO OKAY? You just accused me of a heinous crime and then take all the credit for trying our best to save Gazelle?! It hurts, okay? IT HURTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Farewell speech:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gazelle (highly suspected to be male, but too young to confirm) was so hyper, so active.. until one day an unfortunate accident caused it to hide in its shell, sleep and try to bear the pain that is skin infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And it was only a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It sleeps, it loses appetite, it hides, it's passive, and it just waits for death to come and take what's left of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And on (insert timeanddate here), Gazelle passed away, leaving Blastoise &amp;amp; Gappy to cope with his loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, Gazelle is a terrapin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and now on to (sniff) happier news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I HATE &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;GINNY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;yes. that's happier news indeed. DDDDDDD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I mean COME ON! The canon's already bad, and now in FF world you're pairing her with Draco/Ron/Fred/George/Neville/Remus/Sirius/James/Voldemort/Blaise/Lucius/Hermione/Luna/Seamus/Dean/Michael/Dumbledore/Oliver/Angelina/Katie/Cedric/Flitwick/Hagrid/Sprout/Gryffindor/Slytherin/Charlie/Percy/Bill/Fleur/EVERYONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;RAWR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;/writes 'GINNY' on a piece of paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;/crumples it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;/chucks it at Voldemort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;/runs away to Canada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am now addicted to MWPP (Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, Prongs) FF! Especially Symptoms of Insanity! READ IT READ IT READ IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I should make my own list. That way I can keep track on how fast I'm separating from sanity. .3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh oh oh oh oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;GUESS WHAT GUESS WHAT GUESS WHAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;voldemort is bald.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I mean, DON'T YOU PEOPLE EVER REALISE IT?! You all go, "AAH VOLDY" or "VOLDY HAS NO NOSE" or "VOLDEMORT SMOLDERSHORTS" but you all never realised he's bald now did you?! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And even when he's bald, it isn't shiny. Sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And those poor Death Eaters have to kiss his smelly feet. And how can they be so stupid?! I mean, I love Voldy and all, but when you look at the picture, these Death Eaters are just following some no-nosed bald-headed red-eyed smelly-clothed stinky-feet DEAD GUY WHO JUST HISSES LIKE A SNAKE. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(and I can tell Sarah would be laughing if she remembered how I imitated him hissing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;has anyone ever noticed that Arthur Weasley collects plugs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Aw. I thought I could surprise you. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh well. Buhbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;/sadness Q^Q&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;oh btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;BEING EBIL IS SO MUCH MOAR FUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;that would be all. thank you for reading. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We'll send you a Hogwarts toilet seat!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;~ George Weasley&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-829217439820432507?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/829217439820432507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=829217439820432507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/829217439820432507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/829217439820432507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2010/01/wheeism.html' title='wheeism;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/S1Bmqd5uS1I/AAAAAAAABBU/5IPVs00ppDI/s72-c/146.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-7795719328574941769</id><published>2010-01-11T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T20:56:34.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>o_o;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/S0sfbsLxPdI/AAAAAAAABBM/d7888cOsCso/s1600-h/115.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/S0sfbsLxPdI/AAAAAAAABBM/d7888cOsCso/s320/115.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.. I hate Mondays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am NOT going to go into that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway just wanted to tell you I was SUPER bored and procrastinating, so I added a FB share button at the end of each post in case any of you wanna share something I said, which is 99.9% impossible. But hey, it could happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 1 Orientation Camp (non-residential) from 13 to 15 Jan. Whee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I signed myself up for debate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'll be posting about my birthday (shame to all those who forgot!) some time later.. tomorrow.. tomorrow tomorrow.. some time.. nyeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Common sense isn't so common nowadays now is it?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;~ My english teacher&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-7795719328574941769?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/7795719328574941769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=7795719328574941769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/7795719328574941769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/7795719328574941769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2010/01/oo.html' title='o_o;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/S0sfbsLxPdI/AAAAAAAABBM/d7888cOsCso/s72-c/115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-4716222715473408467</id><published>2010-01-07T22:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T22:51:44.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>epic Thursday;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/S0XtvVX_y_I/AAAAAAAABA8/YV-y9k2Rpuo/s1600-h/150.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/S0XtvVX_y_I/AAAAAAAABA8/YV-y9k2Rpuo/s320/150.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay this is officially the best day of the week. Weeks to come, actually. I mean, there's no Math on this day! :D And plus, I have Drama as a subject, and I LOVE it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny stuff that happened during school, since I'm lazy to type now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay today we are going to do a tableau. Has anyone heard it before? -cricket noise- No? Excellent. As of today, 7 January 2010, 9:35 AM, you have heard of tableau."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-a group's tableau had 5 kids acting as trees making 'shh' sounds to show that they're, well, trees. a girl lays 'dead', another points a 'gun' at her-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: From this tableau, what do you learn about drama?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Drama is about killing people.&lt;br /&gt;-class laugh-&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Yes, a good answer. Anything else you learnt from this tableau?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;/silence&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Me: Trees make a 'shh' sound.&lt;br /&gt;-class laughs even harder-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: But she is a very nice teacher what..&lt;br /&gt;Class: ARE YOU SURE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more but I am totally lazy to type now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If J.K Rowling ever reads this, which is 101% not possible, here's what I'd like to &lt;i&gt;politely&lt;/i&gt; request from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU EVER, AAAAAAND EVER, MAKE FRED'S DEATH THE MOST TRAGIC I'VE EVER SEEN, I'LL KEEL YOU. DDDX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please don't add too much GinnyxHarry moments. Ginny is such a mary-sue. She totally disappeared in one book, comes back in another, and then Harry likes her all of a sudden?! And why is she smart, athletic, attractive, talented, polite, and blahblahblah I don't see a single bad thing about her! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna see the dead peepuhls again pls. Make them appear in ghost form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would, do make Voldemort tell Harry, "I am your father." Then Harry, "NOOOOO~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that would be totally awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And where's Moony?! I WANNA SEE MOONY AGAIN. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And less talking, more action. Pls pls pls. There was totally little action in the previous movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please send me VIP tickets. kthxbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama is totally pwnsome. Except when I have to act serious.. When it comes to acting, if I don't do it badly, I'll do it in a funny way. :/ If you know what I mean..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SPOILER ALERTS FROM HERE -&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOHO HARRY AND HERMIONE MAKE A GOOD COUPLE~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahem. sorry. my fangirlyness got in the way. Now it's squeeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Draco~ So hawt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he got on the broom with Harry during the Fiendfyre incident! Ohohoh. Sarah if you EVER tell anyone, I will seriously whack you with a broom like a bludger and score 10 points for the Gryffindor Quidditch team. DDD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bludger sounds weird. Quaffle sounds funny when said. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'M TELLING IT LIKE IT IS, PROFESSOR!" oh how I love Lee Jordan. xD I doubt the Marauders would do that in front of Minnie McGonagall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumbledore will you PLEASE stop tying your beard?! It looks totally weird! I mean, I know you're liek, dead now, but when you appear with Harry please don't. It'll have us fangirls mentally scarred for life. x3x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. James Potter is handsome when he was young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe Draco's the holder of teh Elder Wand. Holder, master.. I forgot what it's called, okay?! But still. That is totally epic. I mean, Draco, the one who was wimpy (no offence, to myself and all fangirls) enough to kill Dumblydore, is the master of a Deathly Hallow! ohoho epic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;End spoiler alert - &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA as bowling, yes or no? TELL ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A babbling bumbling band of baboons!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;~ Minerva McGonagall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-4716222715473408467?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4716222715473408467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=4716222715473408467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/4716222715473408467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/4716222715473408467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2010/01/epic-thursday.html' title='epic Thursday;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/S0XtvVX_y_I/AAAAAAAABA8/YV-y9k2Rpuo/s72-c/150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-8761781603924673321</id><published>2010-01-01T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T23:54:07.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SzzH8sJyXJI/AAAAAAAABA0/Da9v2li_2Fs/s1600-h/128.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SzzH8sJyXJI/AAAAAAAABA0/Da9v2li_2Fs/s320/128.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;:D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg it's already 2010! It's just so fast~ Now I'm Secondary 1, man. Never thought this day would come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohkai, today's events will be posted.. tomorrow? Iunno. Just not today. Right now, just..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG IT'S 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write your new year's resolutions, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-8761781603924673321?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8761781603924673321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=8761781603924673321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/8761781603924673321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/8761781603924673321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/12/2010.html' title='2010;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SzzH8sJyXJI/AAAAAAAABA0/Da9v2li_2Fs/s72-c/128.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-4911514579746150578</id><published>2009-12-29T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T13:38:31.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>slyffindor;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SzmRV5Ag5eI/AAAAAAAABAs/JG7PIAKLhrU/s1600-h/94.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SzmRV5Ag5eI/AAAAAAAABAs/JG7PIAKLhrU/s320/94.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay wtf. Now when I look at Dumbledore, I keep thinking, "YOU DIED ZOMG YOU DIEDDDDDD" and then I glare at Snape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it was planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still. You can't help that twinge of betrayal when Sevvy did that. ; ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will have a hard time watching Deathly Hallows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I'll go, "DRACO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" even though he is acting 100% canon. And then when Harry goes neekid, I'll prolly shout "FANSERVICE! :DDD" Even though I'll cover my eyes. Still. It WAS on every fangirl's mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then when &lt;i&gt;he&lt;/i&gt; dies, I'll go, "J.K ROWLING LIEK, WTF?!" Why kill him? He was totally epic. ; ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want Sirius back. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, all feelings of betrayal will disappear when Snape dies. ;A; SNAPE NOOOO WHYYYYY YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE TEH HERO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero-ish, maybe. He died honourably in battle. /weeps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of coarz, I shall throw popcorn at the screen in GinnyxHarry moments. Or anytime Ginny appears. "GO BACK TO DEAN OR CONNOR, YOU GIT." Harry deserves bettah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I hate Greengrass for touching Draco, I can't wait to see Scorpius. x33 Just think how cute he'll be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might start a fanclub for Scorpius if he's cute. Mwoohahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still. I thought Harry was neekid in the Silver Doe thingy &lt;b&gt;only&lt;/b&gt;. O_o Fanservice. lulz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE GET TO SEE BILL WEASLEY :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/confetti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait. Before it comes out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T WANT HIM TO BE UGLY, YOU HEAR?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he's ugly, I'll.. I'll.. I'll.. I'LL HYPERVENTILATE. DDDX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My opinion of HP is probably screwed because of FF. /sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deathly Hallows expected rating = 10/10 YA HEAR?! Don't go burning Hagrid's hut again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Peskipiksi Pesternomi!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;~ Lockhart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-4911514579746150578?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4911514579746150578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=4911514579746150578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/4911514579746150578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/4911514579746150578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/12/slyffindor.html' title='slyffindor;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SzmRV5Ag5eI/AAAAAAAABAs/JG7PIAKLhrU/s72-c/94.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-7024638630813035955</id><published>2009-12-27T22:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T22:30:57.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quotes;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SzdutG3rZZI/AAAAAAAABAk/GfAuqJcBdRM/s1600-h/86.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SzdutG3rZZI/AAAAAAAABAk/GfAuqJcBdRM/s320/86.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have decided to add a new section called, Quote of the Week. :D Because there are so many epic quotes in real life, I just NEED to put them up. And of course, there'll be an archive. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Purin! I know it's a day late, but hey, I gave you a poem, didn't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this post can't make up for the days I didn't update, but don't ask for much. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;SCHOOL IS NEXT WEEK ;A;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you want to be happy, be.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;~ Leo Tolstoy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-7024638630813035955?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/7024638630813035955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=7024638630813035955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/7024638630813035955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/7024638630813035955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/12/quotes.html' title='quotes;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SzdutG3rZZI/AAAAAAAABAk/GfAuqJcBdRM/s72-c/86.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-4626746182806130353</id><published>2009-12-22T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T14:31:16.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22nd December;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SzBfEZkbZlI/AAAAAAAABAc/dBuJOuS502Y/s1600-h/80.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SzBfEZkbZlI/AAAAAAAABAc/dBuJOuS502Y/s320/80.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;WHEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went back to school to get report book and PSLE Certificate. I should've left the house earlier. I had to brisk walk. And yes I love brisk walking, but not when I'm in a rush! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Rina in the cafeteria.. She gave me a chibi Lavi drawing SQUEEEEE! Thank you so much Rina! :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went up to the hall, and Sarah gave me a Crunchie bar and a lollipop! Double SQUEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Fatin gave me a Billabong shirt and it's PURPLE! TRIPLE SQUEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much! The pressies are EPIC. I'm sorry I didn't get anything for you all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;After that, Mdm Lim came FINALLY. We were the slowest class ever to get the report books, man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I'M THE ONLY PUPIL IN MY CLASS TO GO CHIJ KATONG CONVENT?! ;A;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah, since you're going BVSS.. no fair! You have lots of people you know thar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. New school = new friends. I should start anew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To quote a soon-to-be E72 phone owner who still hasn't returned my head-hitting bat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's like a new beginning on life,without your friends,right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then he went on and tried out various emoticons. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then after that he said he's gonna get a E72.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sooooooooo ready to hit him with THE BAT. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, my mum forwarded me an sms..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT AN EAGLES AWARD YAYZ! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, um. Yay. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;Life is about timing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt;~ Carl Lewis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-4626746182806130353?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4626746182806130353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=4626746182806130353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/4626746182806130353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/4626746182806130353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/12/22nd-december.html' title='22nd December;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SzBfEZkbZlI/AAAAAAAABAc/dBuJOuS502Y/s72-c/80.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-4780580769029658777</id><published>2009-12-21T18:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T18:16:04.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blastoise Buttons McBob;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/Sy9G7Of2wMI/AAAAAAAABAU/mVntQsEWMiM/s1600-h/78.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/Sy9G7Of2wMI/AAAAAAAABAU/mVntQsEWMiM/s320/78.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've bought my terrapin! SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought two days ago I think. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its name is.. Blastoise "Brainy" Buttons McBob! Blasty, Brainy, Buttons or Bob for short. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I'd refrain from calling it Bob, since I suspect it's a female! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's less active than Gappy (Purin's) and Gazelle (my sister's). And it's tail is kinda curled. And it's face is kinda female-y. (even though all terrapins look slightly the same)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I went to the bookfest yesterday! again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To buy stationery, but then got sidetracked and bought stuff we don't need. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I STILL NEED SHOES DARN IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a bag. A decent bag that has no holes due to the sorry excuse for textbooks we have to bring everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry. Like, really hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm lazy to go to the kitchen and grab something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..so I'll just sit here and read fanfics until my stomach can't take it no longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good plan, huh? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like Sevvy in my avatar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fanfics are a priority!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so are POTATOES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY ARE POTATO-EY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they have the image of sad face in its name. See? 'TAT'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Well I posted.. stuff. Happy now Sarah? x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for all you peepuhls, CHECK OUT MAH FACEBOOK ALBUM. New photos thar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Jiggery pokery!” said Harry in a fierce voice. “Hocus pocus — squiggly wiggly —”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;~ Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-4780580769029658777?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4780580769029658777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=4780580769029658777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/4780580769029658777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/4780580769029658777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/12/blastoise-brainy-buttons-mcbob.html' title='Blastoise Buttons McBob;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/Sy9G7Of2wMI/AAAAAAAABAU/mVntQsEWMiM/s72-c/78.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-2998994543639007502</id><published>2009-12-13T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T23:44:31.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new blogskin;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SyULE_waKZI/AAAAAAAABAE/FiwbkMbLtjk/s1600-h/74.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SyULE_waKZI/AAAAAAAABAE/FiwbkMbLtjk/s320/74.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have finally created a new blogskin! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it naise? Like, siriusly? TELL ME PLEASE. THE CBOX IS RIGHT DOWN THAR DON'T BE LAZY. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took me two days to perfect this. The other two days.. couldn't use because of bowling. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised a few people a post, but it's 11:42 PM now so I'll just post tomorrow, okay? I'm so sorry for the delay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw for all you lazy people - ephemeral means 'lasting a short while'. Naise huh? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo.. TELL ME. LIKE SRSLY. Don't make me waste my energy or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We work to become, not to acquire.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;~  Elbert Hubbard&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-2998994543639007502?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/2998994543639007502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=2998994543639007502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/2998994543639007502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/2998994543639007502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-blogskin.html' title='new blogskin;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SyULE_waKZI/AAAAAAAABAE/FiwbkMbLtjk/s72-c/74.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-2654615858941674262</id><published>2009-12-06T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T23:28:40.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SxvLkJFpDJI/AAAAAAAAA_w/2voIPAUOhoY/s1600-h/71.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SxvLkJFpDJI/AAAAAAAAA_w/2voIPAUOhoY/s320/71.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just felt a need to blog, even though there's nothing to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of creating a new blogskin, but I don't know what the main image should be. And yet all the other details are already done! /sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, I can't do it now.. it's 11:20 PM. Purin is using tomorrow too. Maybe the day after that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not a single thing to talk about. Just waiting for the POPULAR bookfest on 11 December to 20 December at Suntec Singapore, Halls 401 - 404. How I actually memorised it, I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I got two new books for getting 231 for my PSLE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne Frank and me by Cherie Bennett &amp;amp; Jeff Gottesfeld&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;life in the fat lane by Cherie Bennett.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They just have such interesting blurbs. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't believe theKube MP3 player has new colours, and there's PURPLE, ORANGE, DARK BLUE, BROWN and GREY! DDDDDDD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want purple.. ;A;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Luck is believing you're lucky.&lt;br /&gt;~ Tennessee Williams&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-2654615858941674262?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/2654615858941674262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=2654615858941674262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/2654615858941674262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/2654615858941674262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/12/bored.html' title='bored;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SxvLkJFpDJI/AAAAAAAAA_w/2voIPAUOhoY/s72-c/71.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-6492783411698714730</id><published>2009-11-26T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T15:42:12.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>psle results;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/Sw6hjrgfPpI/AAAAAAAAA_o/oPu9qeDeL_0/s1600/20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/Sw6hjrgfPpI/AAAAAAAAA_o/oPu9qeDeL_0/s320/20.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ZOMG&lt;br /&gt;EEK&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it! I got 231! :D:D:D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not that much but, when everyone puts a lot of pressure on you, and you have one desperate hope to make things better for your family.. it's enough to make you proud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time to figure out which school to go to. Everyone is 'arguing' about the school I should go to. How naise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I can't believe I passed my Math! It was sooo hard and yet I did it! YES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Malay! OMG! I got A*! EEEEEK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got merit for my higher Malay! YAYZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is definitely a day to be remembered! x3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-6492783411698714730?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6492783411698714730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=6492783411698714730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/6492783411698714730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/6492783411698714730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/11/psle-results.html' title='psle results;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/Sw6hjrgfPpI/AAAAAAAAA_o/oPu9qeDeL_0/s72-c/20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-3823184125578363895</id><published>2009-11-25T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T15:16:14.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>november 25th;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SwzZqEMdu5I/AAAAAAAAA_g/Jd8AUGuxEG4/s1600/51.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SwzZqEMdu5I/AAAAAAAAA_g/Jd8AUGuxEG4/s320/51.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the day we will be getting our PSLE results!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgomgomgomgomgomgomg I am sooo scared. The math paper was so hard, it'll pull my aggregate down! I don't wanna phail.. I will pass. I MUST pass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know which school to go to. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck peepuhls! Wish me luck that I  can get through this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-3823184125578363895?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3823184125578363895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=3823184125578363895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/3823184125578363895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/3823184125578363895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-25th.html' title='november 25th;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SwzZqEMdu5I/AAAAAAAAA_g/Jd8AUGuxEG4/s72-c/51.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-5592753203819839281</id><published>2009-11-14T00:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T00:15:20.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P6 graduation party;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/Sv18uZQSC2I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/tohTM8kE3HY/s1600-h/53.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/Sv18uZQSC2I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/tohTM8kE3HY/s320/53.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEE~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love today! One of the best nights EVAH! Andddddd evah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean SRSLY. I shall start from the start of the start, okay? Okay. Let's start. Lessee, where do I start? Oh, I know where to start now. I shall start right here. START. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;FRIDAY THE 13TH. SCHOOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;^&amp;amp;*(%()$%$#%^&amp;amp;*!! Bad Luck Day. D: Like srsly! We had this weird P6 Lifeskill lesson on IRONING. Yes, ironing. Not baking pies, fixing stuff, decorating clothes - no. IRONING. Worse still, I had to iron SHORTS. Hellooooooo, when will I ever use that skill?! It's bad enough I have to iron in front of everybodeh and have my teacher say that 'my shorts is super straight'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During that ironing thingamajiggery, Ifaaf was drinking Blueberry Pee- I mean, TEA. She accidentally drank too much and was having difficulty swallowing it. She tried to signal to me to help her, but WHOOPS. She accidentally sprayed it ALL OVER MY SKIRT. DX I looked like I PEED or something! Worse still, I went "TEACHER ZOMG TEACHER I NEED TISSUE HERE HELLOOOOOOO" but she didn't even spare me a glance! Like, wth?! No one else helped too except Valerie, who kindly gave me some tissues. But it was of no use. So Ifa and I went to the toilet to wash and dry it off. Still no use. ._. Oh well, I forgive you Ifaaf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN. We had our class photos back. I look weird in my informal class photo! DX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LATAH. Went home. Toilet. This is where I really screamed out in frustration over Friday the 13th. I. HAVE. MY. TIME. OF. THE. MONTH. AAAAAAARGH! Can't you pick out some other date, Mr.Red Sea?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;FRIDAY THE 13TH. GRADUATION PARTY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I came later than my meeting time with Rina-chan. Which was at 5:50. I came at 6:15 instead. Luckily she had brains to go up and enjoy herself first instead of waiting for me. But Sarah, Ifaaf &amp;amp; Rini were there. Like OMG I felt so.. modest! They were showering me with praises and compliments like, "OMG YOU LOOK SO MATURE AND PURDY (Ifaaf)" "ZOMG YOU LOOK SO DIFFERENT (Sarah)" and "OMG YOU COULD PASS OFF AS MY GODMOTHER (Rini)". Don't ask about the last one pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laterrrr, (Wilson looked so LOL) Nat finally came. EVERYONE, and I mean EVERYONE, kept praising me. It felt so weird. .3. Valerie, Ruth, Jasmine &amp;amp; Mei Qi especially. They kept trying to take photos of meh! D: When it was time to eat, Mdm Lim kept ushering students to queue up. When she ushered me, she went, "Come the line starts here- SYAHIRAH?! Wow you look so different! I almost didn't recognise you! I thought you were someone else!" Then she went on about how she also didn't recognise Nat and Ifaaf. Sarah ran away LAWL! After that, CIKGU SHABANA pulak complimented me. She said I looked 'so different' and that I HAD to take a picture with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was a HUGE surprise for me when we were watching the BGPS Idol Finals that Mrs Goh came up to me and told me that I was shortlisted for the Mr &amp;amp; Miss Creatively Dressed! It was.. whoa. Cikgu took a pic with me (ZOMG SHE SHOULD SEND ME THAT PIC DDDDD:) and many teachers 'chose' me. I didn't know I looked that good. I remind myself of my sister. Who all my clothes and makeup is credited to. (Thanks!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't win. Meh. I still had LOADS of fun though! I wish I won the lucky draw however. MP3 players and thumbdrives galore! I haet all those who won. ; ; Anyone kind enough to donate? 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BGPS Idol was a huge hit! xDD Sarah you better send me the vids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, we had a free dance session. Everyone joined in ROFL. So much funnnnn~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food.. wasn't that good. The mini pizza wasn't up to expectations. Fruit tarts are naise tho. Can't say the same for the others. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a photo-taking session with the malay and higher malay classes. Wheee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The devastating part was when Ichigo Kurosaki didn't manage to buy the chocolate. DDDDDDDDD: Oh well. YOU PROMISED NEXT WEEK OKAI. I shall keep that in mind desu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photos.. not much. I have to &lt;strike&gt;steal&lt;/strike&gt; get them from others first. Heh. But if you want to see how I looked like, here's a &lt;a href="http://i199.photobucket.com/albums/aa113/Ayumi97/13112009002.jpg"&gt;close-up&lt;/a&gt; (yes those &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt; fake eyelashes) and &lt;a href="http://i199.photobucket.com/albums/aa113/Ayumi97/13112009.jpg"&gt;zoomed out&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squeeeeeeeee~ one of the best nights of my life. And tomorrow I'm going out again. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fiction is the truth inside the lie.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;~ Stephen King &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-5592753203819839281?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5592753203819839281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=5592753203819839281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/5592753203819839281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/5592753203819839281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/11/p6-graduation-party.html' title='P6 graduation party;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/Sv18uZQSC2I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/tohTM8kE3HY/s72-c/53.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-4108611569126874718</id><published>2009-11-07T16:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T17:25:42.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hyperactive-ness-ism;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SvU8sph4RKI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/Kp_lCbbquzQ/s1600-h/35.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SvU8sph4RKI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/Kp_lCbbquzQ/s320/35.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401290065860641954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is epic, has many chapters and will charm your socks off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fanfiction!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting random-er by the minute. My friends must think I'm nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean really, it's not everyday you get a friend who..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. is obsessed with Tom Felton and Draco Malfoy. (Tom is a chocoholic! Squee!)&lt;br /&gt;.. is a chocoholic. A crazy one.&lt;br /&gt;.. posts random status messages on FB about cows and pies.&lt;br /&gt;.. believes that rabbits quack at night.&lt;br /&gt;.. is 10203050980% addicted to fan fiction.&lt;br /&gt;.. and dreams about them, too.&lt;br /&gt;.. and writes her own.&lt;br /&gt;.. and believes that broccoli are cheap fake edible copies of trees.&lt;br /&gt;.. and thinks that Dumbledore really does the hula dance with Snape on Thursday mornings.&lt;br /&gt;.. and obsesses over Harry's green eyes.&lt;br /&gt;.. is a total complete fangirl.&lt;br /&gt;.. loves to squee and whee at every possible moment.&lt;br /&gt;.. is totally sarcastic and random at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;.. is weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, you don't get a friend like that everyday at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I'm surprised if you find another person like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which makes me unique!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG I LOVE HARRY'S EYES AND DRACO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Marauder fanfics. Sarah! Read the fanfic The Marauders vs Hollywood! NAO.&lt;br /&gt;And watch the Potter Puppet Pals ohready. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apple has finally gone green!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. I meant the company, not the fruit. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now go to Greenpeace and sign the petition so that Google, Microsoft and IBM and others follow Apple's lead. We can't let Apple hog all the green now can we? Sign &lt;a href="http://www.greenpeace.org/international/campaigns/climate-change/cool-it-challenge/get-involved"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seals are cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very very very cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so is Draco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That smirk of his.. (which is trademark since 1959)&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I read about 30 fanfiction today. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imma gonna read moar! Fear my reading powahs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And besides, I'm improving my 'general knowledge' by reading them, something the girls who attended the Growing Years Talk would understand. Heeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. who's up for fanfiction while drinking Cadbury 3-in-1 hot chocolate? ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cricket sound*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, more for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;When you die, if you get a choice between going to regular heaven or pie heaven, choose pie heaven. It might be a trick, but if it's not, mmmmmmmm, boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;~ Jack Handy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-4108611569126874718?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4108611569126874718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=4108611569126874718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/4108611569126874718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/4108611569126874718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/11/hyperactive-ness-ism.html' title='hyperactive-ness-ism;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SvU8sph4RKI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/Kp_lCbbquzQ/s72-c/35.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-2762213962369940551</id><published>2009-11-05T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:52:35.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>changi airport t3;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SvLmkbtNHNI/AAAAAAAAA_I/GvS3qLnQ3ko/s1600-h/78.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 97px; height: 97px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SvLmkbtNHNI/AAAAAAAAA_I/GvS3qLnQ3ko/s320/78.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400632416757685458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was one of the best excursions evah! We went to Changi Airport's Terminal 3. Woohooooo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept annoying Sarah by jumping up and down screaming, "WE'RE GOING TO CANDY EMPIRE- I MEAN, T3 YAY YAY YAY!" Before that, we went to the computer lab to do some survey thang. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat alone in the bus. It's awesome really. And Sarah &amp;amp; Syukriah kept messaging me while I was listening to Ura-omote Lovers. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached there, we saw a Caucasian couple. I was like, "O HAI! HAAAAAI!! HEY, UP HERE! /waves around like a wild monkey" Then the guy looked up and waved. That was response #1 to my salutations to tourists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to.. CANDY EMPIRE OHMAIGAWSH! SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~! :D I bought Cadbury Popping Candy and ohohoho, a huge Cadbury Milk Chocolate bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saluted more people on the way.. now total: 9. No one responded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We passed by the Cocoa Trees. Since we went to Candy Empire, we "didn't need" to go there. Pffft. Yeah right! Ifaaf had to physically restrain me from going there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY someone responded when I saluted them! Total: 13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. I'm gooood. Nao. Where was I? Oh yesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saluted one more person, and he didn't respond. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went home. The whole experience was much more fun when well, experienced. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the photos, it's right over &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=40925"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;o hai.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ dunno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-2762213962369940551?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/2762213962369940551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=2762213962369940551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/2762213962369940551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/2762213962369940551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/11/changi-airport-t3.html' title='changi airport t3;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SvLmkbtNHNI/AAAAAAAAA_I/GvS3qLnQ3ko/s72-c/78.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-9171115798129592997</id><published>2009-10-29T20:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T21:04:56.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>proof that I have no life;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SumRnzVkSDI/AAAAAAAAA_A/Dsm6Nz7IsAs/s1600-h/2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SumRnzVkSDI/AAAAAAAAA_A/Dsm6Nz7IsAs/s320/2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398005741361842226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's an evidence to prove that I have no life online. Or maybe even offline. ._. I mean, hello? Look at me! Fanfiction 24/7! To show it to you all how lifeless I am, I have copied and pasted a list, courtesy of MuggleNet, and have changed the colour of the facts listed that I actually agree with to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;. It's not surprising to know that this is almost all on the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;     &lt;h2&gt;You Know You Read Too Much HP Fan Fiction When...&lt;/h2&gt;      &lt;p&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5&gt;(Guaranteed to, er...prove you have no life?)&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;1. You start shipping all of your friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;2. ...you even ship some of them with inanimate objects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Now you even enjoy shipping the MuggleCast/PotterCast people (Johmerson, Bork, Jurrito, Bemma, Greg/Laura/Jamie, Memerson, Wartz, K’leric, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;4. You find a way to relate everything in literature to Harry Potter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You decide that Harry/Giant Squid would make a cute couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;6. You know for a fact that Voldemort actually enjoys being called Voldy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Jo and Voldy are on a first name basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. ...and they have cute pet names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;9. Sirius comes back as a ghost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;10. ...so does Cedric.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;11. Harry decides to live as a Muggle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;12. You analyze the prophecy so much, you've given it new meaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;13. You refuse to admit that Remus is straight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;14. ...because he obviously isn't!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;15. You've gone into such detail on Luna's crazy theories that even you believe they're real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;16. Draco stopped calling Hermione a Mudblood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. ...and now they make a cute couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;18. Snape is actually nice to Hermione.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. ...and they make a great couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;20. ...and he's nice to Harry, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;21. ...and even Ron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;22. You start saying things like, "That reminds me of this fan fic I read the other day!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;23. You think the Marriage Law will actually come into effect in Book 7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;24. Sirius walks out from behind the veil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;25. ...and he never actually died. It was all a scam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;26. You start confusing fan fic with the books. (Example: You were expecting Snape to be nice.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. You've read Hermione/Dumbledore stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;28. You hear a song and say, "I have to write a fan fic about that!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;29. You read a story that reminds you of a movie, so you watch the movie and it reminds you of a fan fiction, and you can't remember which came first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;30. Instead of writing a book report, you write a new fan fiction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;31. You still think Harry and Hermione have a chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;32. You've read Fred/George stories before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;33. ...and you couldn't sleep for a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. ...you've also read Ginny/Ron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. ...and you almost threw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;36. It's sometimes hard for you to remember who actually wrote the Harry Potter books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;So out of 36 facts, I only disagree with 9. Shows how weird I am, no? *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we're going to Little India. May have pictures and post, so keep alert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;The book can produce an addiction as fierce as heroin or nicotine, forcing us to spend much of our lives, like junkies, in book shops and libraries, those literary counterparts to the opium den.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;~ Phillip Adams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-9171115798129592997?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/9171115798129592997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=9171115798129592997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/9171115798129592997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/9171115798129592997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/10/proof-that-i-have-no-life.html' title='proof that I have no life;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SumRnzVkSDI/AAAAAAAAA_A/Dsm6Nz7IsAs/s72-c/2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-8210571489753675216</id><published>2009-10-28T13:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T14:03:46.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dracock malfoy;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SufeNjWsQTI/AAAAAAAAA-4/1qZqoLAq5N4/s1600-h/7.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SufeNjWsQTI/AAAAAAAAA-4/1qZqoLAq5N4/s320/7.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397527002836910386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today our teacher gave out prizes for those with the most points, the group leaders and practically everyone. And since I didn't like any of the prizes laid out, I asked if I could exchange one for chocolate! And tadaaaaaa~ I have three Time-Outs! And an Oreo, some mini Oreos, a cookie and a Ferrero Rocher in my bag right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah got a pack of hamster, dugong and bird 3D erasers. They are totally cute! :D And while we were talking during Art class, the talk somehow escalated to sexual innuendos and Dracock- I mean, MY DRACO MALFOY's cock. ._______. But it really was funneh! xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Cikgu didn't come either, so I let Sarah listen to PPP: The Mysterious Ticking Noise on my (sister's) Kube. She laughed at Snape, Snape, Seeeeverus Snape, but she didn't listen to the part where Voldy went, "Voldemort, Voldemort, voldy voldy voldy voldemort!" D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Sarah, I want you to watch it on YT! Along with "Wizard Swears"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And TY to my sister for showing me the YT vid, Cat Betrayed Girlfriend. Now I want YOU to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Hey guys! I found the source of the ticking! It's a PIPE BOMB!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ PPP: Ron Weasley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-8210571489753675216?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8210571489753675216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=8210571489753675216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/8210571489753675216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/8210571489753675216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/10/dracock-malfoy.html' title='dracock malfoy;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SufeNjWsQTI/AAAAAAAAA-4/1qZqoLAq5N4/s72-c/7.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-6643904908000033997</id><published>2009-10-27T18:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T21:54:12.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>revenge;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/Sub7XJnHy8I/AAAAAAAAA-w/qOg_nkCX1FI/s1600-h/8.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/Sub7XJnHy8I/AAAAAAAAA-w/qOg_nkCX1FI/s320/8.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397277578585689026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister will pay dearly for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT POST ABOUT GINNYXHARRY WAS NOT BY MEH. (obviously) It was her! That was downright ebil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very, very, very ebil.&lt;br /&gt;Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now a picture, beautifully edited by moi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i199.photobucket.com/albums/aa113/Ayumi97/REKLGJEIOHUHGRTD.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It says 'dumb' for Harry for falling for Ginny (probably a love potion! D:) and 'barnacle' for Ginny 'cos that's one of the trillion things about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the photo taking session. I guarantee you that I will look weird and funneh! DDDX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whoever laughs at my picture will be walking home &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;headless&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had to do some paper star folding thingamajig. It. Was. So. Frustrating! I will never fold another star in my life. D: I doubt that my class will have folded the most stars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also today, I stayed back in the library again with Nat and Rina-chan. It was so hilarious! We three laughed non-stop at almost everything. We didn't even care if anyone was looking. But what disappointed me a little was when the both of them didn't want to dance with me in the library! You two really missed out. .__. Next time, we're doing the can-can! Mwooohahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandfather is finally home! Yay! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm going back to reading my fanfiction. I can never seem to stop! And so will Sarah! And Strawberry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I don't go to the cinema much.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;~ Tom Felton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-6643904908000033997?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6643904908000033997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=6643904908000033997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/6643904908000033997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/6643904908000033997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/10/revenge.html' title='revenge;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/Sub7XJnHy8I/AAAAAAAAA-w/qOg_nkCX1FI/s72-c/8.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-1746990387848537805</id><published>2009-10-26T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T21:46:59.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post-psle stayback;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SuWoPts01hI/AAAAAAAAA-o/tJlKjqBAGQs/s1600-h/12.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SuWoPts01hI/AAAAAAAAA-o/tJlKjqBAGQs/s320/12.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396904716392519186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Draco Malfoy is mine. And so is Tom Felton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaanyway, today I gave Ifaaf her birthday present. I hope she likes it. That pinky is mine (&amp;amp; my sister's), ya hear? Rawr! xD Happy belated birthday btw, girl! x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also today, some pupils from BGSS and NASS came to promote their school. NASS = totally pwnsome! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day, I stayed back in the school library with Rina-chan, Nat, Ifaaf and Darwisari. Soooo funny seh. From humiliating Rina-chan to laughing at Nat's jokes. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EHHHH. Nothing to blog about! Such a rantless day. Sigh. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" class="body" &gt;Reality is a sliding door.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" class="bodybold" &gt;~ Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-1746990387848537805?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1746990387848537805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=1746990387848537805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/1746990387848537805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/1746990387848537805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/10/post-psle-stayback.html' title='post-psle stayback;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SuWoPts01hI/AAAAAAAAA-o/tJlKjqBAGQs/s72-c/12.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-1690390452179258472</id><published>2009-10-23T19:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T20:20:00.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>addiction;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SuGfOzSFGoI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qjdAtATU4Bw/s1600-h/4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SuGfOzSFGoI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qjdAtATU4Bw/s320/4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395768905199590018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SO addicted to Harry Potter fanfiction. I mean, who can resist it?! There's &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Slytherin!Harry&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Dark!Harry&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Angsty!Draco&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Manipulative!Dumbledore&lt;/span&gt;, OOCness, Severitus, and WEIRD PAIRINGS! :D These are all LOOOOOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also from this addiction that I've come to appreciate shounen ai. That's right people, shounen ai, NOT yaoi! (read: NOT yaoi) I ain't telling you my favourite pairing of course.. And if a certain Sarah tells anyone I will seriously kill her and the person she told it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read about 30+  a day. I just can't stop! It's too much goodness! And the more I read it, the more I learn about HP, like did you know Voldemort once had a nose? LOL JK. I mean, in parts I didn't understand in the books and movies, some fanfiction cleared them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe Dumbledore is gay, though. It's true - J.K Rowling told everyone herself. But that's not what's hilarious about it. If you have watched the interview  (which I'm sure you haven't) on how the actors of HP reacted to the news,  Harry- I mean, Daniel Radcliffe said, "And why shouldn't he be gay? He's never had a wife!" xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ps338g6MCqQ"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;'s the vid. You do realise that the narrator speaks funny. .___.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeeeeeeeeek! I just NEED to read more fanfiction. I'm desperate if I don't read at least one everyday. Even a oneshot will do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, something devastating happened just now. My grandfather fell in the toilet. I was alone at home with my sis, Arynn and my auntie's maid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when the maid &amp;amp; I couldn't help him up, I decided to call my mum, who in turn called the ambulance. I think my grandfather hit his head on the toilet seat though. The said seat was slightly crooked and his head was lying just beside it. THAT was very terrifying to know. He was still conscious though. And he kept mumbling, "I don't want to go to the hospital.." You may think it sounds funny, but it actually was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time he was admitted to the hospital, he didn't want to go to sleep and one of the nurses found him slumped against the wall at night. When asked why he wasn't in bed, he said he wanted to call his son (my uncle) to fetch him because he didn't want to stay at the hospital. How stubborn! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE ANY OF YOU EVER REALISED HOW CUTE DRACO MALFOY IS? x33&lt;br /&gt;And just how AWESOME Harry's green eyes are?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, doesn't it sound ironic that:&lt;br /&gt;Voldemort's actor is the UK Ambassador of the UNICEF? xDD Because if you drop the word 'actor' in the sentence..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like Voldy got tired of the Ebil Side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love watching Potter Puppet Pals. SARAH. YOU ARE TO GO TO YOUTUBE AND WATCH 'WIZARD SWEARS' AND 'THE MYSTERIOUS TICKING NOISE'! They are the most awesome Potter Puppet Pals (PPP) eps I have ever seen! xD I even have The Mysterious Ticking Noise on MP3 format if you want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that concludes my post. Now I've gotta resume reading Harry Pottah fanfiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. I hate Ginny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And why shouldn't he be gay? He's never had a wife!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~ Daniel Radcliffe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-1690390452179258472?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1690390452179258472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=1690390452179258472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/1690390452179258472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/1690390452179258472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/10/addiction.html' title='addiction;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SuGfOzSFGoI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qjdAtATU4Bw/s72-c/4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-3617909247070622926</id><published>2009-10-13T17:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T21:34:41.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PSLE over!;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/StSBqdNhMiI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/8Glx19fiePI/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/StSBqdNhMiI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/8Glx19fiePI/s320/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392077220265144866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PSLE IS OVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's over! OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And turns out, I'm not in the same exam room. I'm with the other HMT students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND OMG OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brochure section for my paper was about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHOCOLATE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweet, sugary, heavenly delight! In my exam paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day cannot get any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today for ngaji / religious class, I read 10 pages of the al-Quraan in half an hour!&lt;br /&gt;Z. O. M. G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Never give a sucker an even break.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ W. C. Fields&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-3617909247070622926?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3617909247070622926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=3617909247070622926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/3617909247070622926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/3617909247070622926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/10/psle-over.html' title='PSLE over!;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/StSBqdNhMiI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/8Glx19fiePI/s72-c/9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-1817308499242698700</id><published>2009-10-12T22:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T23:01:27.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last day;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/StNEArFfRdI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/iEwRKvMOwI8/s1600-h/10.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/StNEArFfRdI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/iEwRKvMOwI8/s320/10.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391727957249050066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the last day of PSLE. Which means, HIGHER MALAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun dun dun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I'm the only one in the exam room! Fatin and the others are in a separate classroom, so I'm left ALONE. With.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs.&lt;br /&gt;Daisy.&lt;br /&gt;Lim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*horror background song*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I'm so unfortunate now! Why why why why WHY must I be stuck &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt; in the exam room?! For 50 minutes! And after break, ONE HOUR AND 20 MINUTES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall do my exam painfully slow.&lt;br /&gt;I shall try not to be freaked out when she looks at my work.&lt;br /&gt;I shall try not to be weirded out by her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;friendliness&lt;/span&gt;. Or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt;friendliness.&lt;br /&gt;I shall not faint.&lt;br /&gt;I shall not die soon.&lt;br /&gt;I shall not freak out.&lt;br /&gt;I shall pass this exam &amp;amp;  get a distinction! *pumps fist in air*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*audience cheers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank  you, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now instead of revising, I'm totally hooked on Harry Potter fanfiction. I mean, come ON! Who can resist such goodness?! They're almost as good as chocolate! (read: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who promised to give me chocolate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better give it to me, you! Or I shall kick you! Very hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwooohahahahahhahhahahahahahhahhahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on to reading more fanfics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Dreams are illustrations... from the book your soul is writing about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;~ Marsha Norman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-1817308499242698700?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1817308499242698700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=1817308499242698700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/1817308499242698700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/1817308499242698700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-day.html' title='last day;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/StNEArFfRdI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/iEwRKvMOwI8/s72-c/10.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-8738434298206267472</id><published>2009-10-06T16:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T19:27:48.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>here it comes;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;- start pep talk - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. This is it. PSLE. I should be prepared for this. Six years of studying, so I should ace this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;easily&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can, shall, will ace this but not that easily. Six years of studying? Bah! More like six years of drama. Six years of growing up. Six years of being stuck in a room full of strangers your age obeying the rules of an older stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was also six years of fun. Six years of growing up. Six years of memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I should ace this right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I wish I was more prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what school to go to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna think about this anymore. I should be revising for my English tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. But what the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heck&lt;/span&gt; do you revise for English? It just comes all naturally to me! I'll revise my Math then. I hate Circles and Speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I wish I was more prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That way the thought of disappointment wouldn't even cross my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do this.&lt;br /&gt;I can do this.&lt;br /&gt;I can do this.&lt;br /&gt;I can't do this.&lt;br /&gt;I CAN do this, darn it.&lt;br /&gt;I can I can I can I can I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can because I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;- End of pep talk -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" class="sqq"&gt;If my mind can conceive it, and my heart can believe it, I know I can achieve it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;~ Jesse Jackson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/6236999022569190372-8738434298206267472?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8738434298206267472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=8738434298206267472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/8738434298206267472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/8738434298206267472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/10/here-it-comes.html' title='here it comes;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-8228252232276200660</id><published>2009-10-04T17:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T20:23:19.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh*;</title><content type='html'>Have I told you that I HATE being sick? Have I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think yes. But I don't care. I HATE BEING SICK. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SNEEZE&lt;/span&gt; about twenty billion times a day, use up two boxes of tissue and wake up the entire house with your incessant sneezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you start to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COUGH&lt;/span&gt;, and then you cough into the air when you're not quick enough to cover your mouth with a tissue, thus spreading the illness to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, you start to have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BODY ACHES&lt;/span&gt;, then you squirm about on your bed for 2 hours like a possessed worm doing a breakdance, while you scream out in pain and wake up the entire house &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;, and then sleep at &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 AM IN THE MORNING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when the pain had subsided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. Being sick is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very fun&lt;/span&gt; indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow you have to get back to school. Oh pure &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;joy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you get there what do you get? PILES AND PILES OF HOMEWORK. As if PSLE is 2 weeks away, instead of 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGZOMGBBQ PSLE is only 2 days away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I've not revised enough.&lt;br /&gt;2. I still have no idea which to school to go to. I need to start choosing early!&lt;br /&gt;3. I am not prepared to spend 4 years in a school I hate, thus reason #2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-8228252232276200660?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8228252232276200660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=8228252232276200660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/8228252232276200660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/8228252232276200660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/10/sigh.html' title='*sigh*;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-1309436071290588356</id><published>2009-10-03T20:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T20:18:31.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick;</title><content type='html'>I HATE BEING SICK. Q^Q&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-1309436071290588356?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1309436071290588356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=1309436071290588356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/1309436071290588356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/1309436071290588356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/10/sick.html' title='sick;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-2324851124157369599</id><published>2009-10-02T15:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T16:03:57.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>october 2nd;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SsWxd9QB1kI/AAAAAAAAA-I/DpRVFOVXHdA/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SsWxd9QB1kI/AAAAAAAAA-I/DpRVFOVXHdA/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387907657434781250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This avatar is made by Izzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's Hamasaki Ayumi's birthday today. &lt;/span&gt;Hooray! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turns 31 today. But her voice still rocks! Especially in her new song, Sunrise ~LOVE IS ALL~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LISTEN TO IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go to school today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I woke up late. 6:40 AM. And you should know that when you live in a house with 5 people, 4 who need to use the bathroom to go to school/work, waiting for your turn to use the bathroom will take VERY long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, diarrhoea. Apparently I ate something that was long overdue yesterday. It hurt! When it finally SEEMED to stop, it was 7:10 AM. But oh no, looks like the misery doesn't stop there. The diarrhoea CAME AGAIN and I went out of the toilet at 7:30 AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fingers are darn pruny from that 40-minute toilet break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I did bathe before that. With much difficulty of the painful feeling in the abdomen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't people put the expiry date on products CLEARER? I am never going to trust another cup of chocolate pudding that easily ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. I can't believe I missed school. Especially when PSLE is just next week. I am going to scream in frustration now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. or rather, I'll just revise my Math. God knows how much I suck in Circles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;The best way to destroy an enemy is to make him a friend.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Abraham Lincoln&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-2324851124157369599?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/2324851124157369599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=2324851124157369599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/2324851124157369599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/2324851124157369599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-2nd.html' title='october 2nd;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SsWxd9QB1kI/AAAAAAAAA-I/DpRVFOVXHdA/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-3494917334986410360</id><published>2009-10-01T17:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T17:37:32.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>october 1st;</title><content type='html'>Squee! It's Children's Day today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. not like there's anything special about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who's birthday is tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamasaki Ayumi-sama, of course! Hooray! The Jpop Empress' birthday~ ^-^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-3494917334986410360?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3494917334986410360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=3494917334986410360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/3494917334986410360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/3494917334986410360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-1st.html' title='october 1st;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-4176094814845363530</id><published>2009-09-30T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T21:05:55.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>children's day;</title><content type='html'>Today was the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; - and last in my whole life - Children's Day ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ 3 lollipops; one from teacher, one from Xu Yu and the other one I had to annoy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some people&lt;/span&gt; to get it (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;coughcough&lt;/span&gt;Evander&amp;amp;Nigel&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;coughcough&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ A chocolate chip cookeh and a chocolate from Faiz (squee!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ A pen (chocolate coloured too!) &amp;amp; highlighter from who-the-heck-i-think-i-forgot-oh-well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ A Mars chocolate bar, which is still in shock when again, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some people &lt;/span&gt;suggested melting and boiling it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Another pen, only it's purple and its cap is a hand pointing its index (NOT middle) finger - it's good for poking people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert.. good times, gooooood times. And I mean it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasah, Rini, Ifaaf, Sarah &amp;amp; I  got a whole row at the gallery to ourselves, so if you've been paying attention to us - which you hadn't - you know insanity is coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First concert item was singing a school-wide Semoga Bahagia. Let's just say having Mrs Goh as organiser for the whole concert wasn't vey.. comforting to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, there was TOTALLY HILARIOUS dance by the teachers! But the next dance was even funnier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The male teachers sang &amp;amp; dance to the theme song of SpongeBob SquarePants! Oh em gee if only I took a video of it! Mr Wong was Mr Krabs; he stood crab-like and had cones for pincers! When the song played, HE SHOOK HIS BUTT ZOMGBBQROFLOL. The 'SpongeBob' was a teacher with a box over his head with SB's face on it. At one part he actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fell&lt;/span&gt;, on purpose no doubt, and the rest had to help him. There was also Gary and Patrick; said starfish had two pink cones over his hands and a pink cone hat on his head. xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that (totally awesome) dance, there was a catwalk. As it was also Be Yourself Day, the students that had the most eye catching costumes were to catwalk on stage and there's a winner at the end of it. Personally, I had hoped that the girl I saw wearing a Hogwarts school robe was among the contestants, but she was not. Instead, the winners were: this guy who dressed up as Lee Kuan Yew, with his white shirt and white pants like in &lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/31/60987153_26187b1ff9.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, Batman, Cleopatra, Power Rangers guy, and some others. Of course, it was so funny when Mr Dzar also entered the catwalk, walking very girly and waving his hand like a bapok. After that, he unbuttoned his shirt to reveal.. the Superman logo on his undershirt! Then he ran all the way up to the stage and pumped his fists in the air! xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the event after this made us girls wave our hands in the air to the rhythm. We also did a Wave and encouraged other classmates to join us, but noooooo, they decided to be good and sit there watch us have fun. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The cowards. &lt;/span&gt;Oh well, its their loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last item was a song sung by the Malay remedial teacher and in the background, all the other teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best days of my life! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, happy birthday to Fatin, my best friend! I hope you enjoyed my birthday presents! :DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-4176094814845363530?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4176094814845363530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=4176094814845363530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/4176094814845363530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/4176094814845363530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/09/childrens-day.html' title='children&apos;s day;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-5875825148737296338</id><published>2009-09-30T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T00:00:02.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Fatin!;</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img22.imageshack.us/img22/3181/fatins.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY FATIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY FATIN!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY FATIN!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY FATIN!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY FATIN!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY FATIN!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY FATIN!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY FATIN!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY FATIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to my best friend! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;And congratulations on your new phone too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-5875825148737296338?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5875825148737296338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=5875825148737296338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/5875825148737296338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/5875825148737296338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-fatin.html' title='Happy Birthday Fatin!;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-7848485597390605843</id><published>2009-09-26T14:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T14:50:51.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sparkling love;</title><content type='html'>New blogskin, yay! Whaddaya think? It's just a simple fanart, but I added the brushes. :P Still- how is it? :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do comment on my new CBox, the old one got hacked.. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kagamine Len x Hatsune Miku! Squeeeeeeeee~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-7848485597390605843?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/7848485597390605843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=7848485597390605843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/7848485597390605843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/7848485597390605843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/09/sparkling-love.html' title='sparkling love;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-8868107446247040876</id><published>2009-09-24T16:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T16:52:35.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dog cull gone!;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SrsyvDXjXUI/AAAAAAAAA94/A2iAScHPTh8/s1600-h/fgfr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 94px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SrsyvDXjXUI/AAAAAAAAA94/A2iAScHPTh8/s320/fgfr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384953563390893378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0_0;; Has it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;been almost one month since I've last updated? God, I'm slacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This avatar clearly reads, "I look cute. So help meh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I only wanted to update because..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dog cull in China has finally been averted!! YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who don't know what the heck I'm talking about, and I know it's ALL of you, I shall generously quote the IFAW on what I am saying. Be grateful. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qinhuangdao, China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Residents with dogs over one foot in height or with those which are considered to be “dangerous breeds” are being asked to kill their own dogs by September 10th. If these animals are not killed, police will then form dog-beating squads, combing the district and killing all such dogs. Owners will then be fined for the killing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See see see? Do you notice the TERROR?! They wanted to 'clean' the streets for their National Day on October 1st, but they're doing the exact opposite! Even WORSE than that, actually. They're scaring the whole world. These dog owners had tried to send their dogs to their friends &amp;amp; relatives to prevent them from being killed! Do you know how sad that is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this ain't the first dog cull, too.&lt;blockquote&gt;Due to the lack of rabies prevention programs, consistent dog population controls or responsible pet ownership education, city governments often resort to mass killing of dogs as a means to control dog populations and prevent rabies outbreaks. This May, the cull in Hanzhong, Shaanxi Province was responsible for the deaths of over 40,000 dogs. “This brutal killing of dogs further highlights the need for legislation that will ensure the humane treatment of all animals,” continues Gabriel.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Subscribe to e-newsletters like me. It'll do you good. The quoted text are from IFAW. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We cannot have peace among men whose hearts find delight in killing any living creature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~ Rachel Carson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-8868107446247040876?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8868107446247040876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=8868107446247040876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/8868107446247040876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/8868107446247040876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/09/dog-cull-gone.html' title='dog cull gone!;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SrsyvDXjXUI/AAAAAAAAA94/A2iAScHPTh8/s72-c/fgfr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-5361794157034113896</id><published>2009-08-31T19:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T13:43:57.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>teachers day concert!!;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Today is one of the best school days of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;   BESTDAYBESTDAYBESTDAYBESTDAYBESTDAYBESTDAYBESTDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When I stepped into the class today, the whiteboard was decorated AWESOMELY in.. awesome ways! I shall show you the picture once I've &lt;s&gt;stolen&lt;/s&gt; got it from Sarah. (Sarah watch out. :3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Then.. OMG MY MATH MARKS ARE HORRIBLE!! It's between 50 and 70! No worries, I shall try harder during the PSLE.  Like the saying goes, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Alah don't worry lah, Prelim harder than PSLE so if you pass prelims sure pass PSLE wan!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;" That saying? From my dear siblings and friends who have passed their primary school years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Where was I.. oh yeah. My English marks.. when the paper was handed to me, I didn't get a chance to even LOOK at my marks when:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hammond: "EH SYAHIRAH WHAT DID YOU GET AR?" -looks at my paper "WAH SO MUCH ARH? Wah pro arh!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I thought that was the end of it, but..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jia Yong took my paper. "WAAAH SO HIGH!! You very clever arh! But then right, you steal my marks wan!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It was bad enough both of them touched my paper. Sadly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Shu You: -to Jia Yong- "Eh eh eh what she get arh? Lemme see!" -takes my paper-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Thank God I took my paper back before Shawn could touch it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As if things couldn't get any worse, Juliana asked for my marks. I knew her tactic; get my marks, then TELL EVANDER. I will NOT get tricked by that ever again, especially if he got higher marks than me, then he will laugh at my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;One good point is Sarah &amp;amp; I were the only ones who could spell 'diarrhoea'. The rest couldn't. We broke the zero for those who got right for that question! Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;After recess, we had a rehearsal for the concert. It was seriously stupid, rehearsing for four times. What did we do wrong? D: Everything was FINE, but we keep having 'one last round'.  -.- So much rehearsals, I can already memorise most of the dances in the items.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The rehearsal took longer than expected, so the concert was RIGHT AWAY after the rehearsal. Like, wth?! Because it meant that those who had not changed into their home clothes must change. Plus, we had to take our bags! It's a good thing I'm not fasting (I have period D:), or else I must have dehydrated because I had to run up and down the stairs, take my bag, forgot something, go up again, go down, look for Fatin 'cos she was holding on to my clothes, ran around the stairs for my missing clothes on the loose, found Fatin &amp;amp; Vess, changed, NO TIME TO WEAR BELT, ran back to the stage, haven't even tied hair..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.. but before that Cikgu Shabana took my script because she said there was wrong Malay in it, so I panicked because the P6 Recital was up next. Luckily she came and the speech went fine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But I still don't know what to do after my turn reading was done, so I just followed Fatin's&lt;/span&gt; advice: stare at the clock. So I did. Well, there was no where else to look at. I don't wanna stand around looking like a dope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The first concert item was Zenghan's saxophone playing, which was followed by the P6 recital (which was my turn).  I was first to read, so.. yeah. Then after that was this dance with chairs, which was, no offence, lame. I mean, I don't see any theme in it. They throw chairs around, dance, and then some of them sit on the chairs while the others pushed the chairs to the centre of the stage, and.. that's it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Next was the Teachers' Day video, which was SO HILARIOUS because there was..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;'The fastest well wisher' - she wished the teachers so fast then covered her face with her hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;'The boy who is about to crash into the camera' - this chubby boy was running and almost crashed into the camera. What was funny is that they put that clip in slow motion, so you can quite know how funny that was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;AND..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;SYUKRIAH, FORMERLY KNOWN AS RELINAE MISAKI! She was like, "Happy Teachers' Day to- *laugh*" At the laughing part, the video put "CUT!" It was so funny! Then throughout her whole well-wishing, she kept this sad face and talked too fast, I can't really decipher her words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;After that was the CUTEST P1 Dance Recital EVER!! This girl - she must've taken up dancing lessons - began dancing then in the middle of the dance her classmates came down the stage steps and were dancing too! SOOOOOOOOOO CUTE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The finale was this girl - she has a really good singing voice - singing "The Climb" by Miley Cyrus. The chorus is when all of the concert participants went up on stage. I stood at the back of the row with Fatin and some others. We waved our hands in the air since we didn't carry anything, unlike the people in front of us who were carrying "HAPPY TEACHERS' DAY" letter cards. Then when the hosts shouted, "HAPPY TEACHERS' DAY", Fatin, Jiang Lili &amp;amp; Zenghan were supposed to pop the confetti at the word 'DAY'. Zenghan pulled it off and everyone cheered. Fatin couldn't twist the thing open, so I tried to but it didn't work. Then I passed it to Natasha, who also failed trying to open it. We must've caused a scene! So we gave the party popper thingy to Zenghan. We were then instructed to sit down. While the teacher was saying some final words, Zenghan - who was fiddling around with the evil confetti - finally managed to twist it, and it had this loud "BOOM!", followed by cheers. OMG it was soooo hilarious! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Afterwards, the teacher continued her speech and then Zenghan popped the EMPTY confetti, making that loud "BOOM!" sound again. He did that 'just for fun' because he wanted to make everyone shocked. Man, did it work! After all the students were dismissed, we took a group shot. I am totally sure that there will be a hand covering my face when the picture comes out, since we were all waving our hands and shouting, "HAPPY TEACHERS' DAY!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That. Was. The. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. Concert. I've. Ever. Been. To. In. My. Whole. Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I hope to see more of this during the rumoured graduation party. (I shall BUY more confetti!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still laughing at Syukriah. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;This is the longest post I've ever posted, wowwee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-5361794157034113896?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5361794157034113896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=5361794157034113896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/5361794157034113896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/5361794157034113896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/08/teachers-day-concert.html' title='teachers day concert!!;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-1208386528546811602</id><published>2009-08-24T20:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T20:22:09.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>len x miku forever!;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;KAGAMINE LEN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;HATSUNE MIKU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyaaaaaaaaaa~ I am addicted to this couple! Love it love it love it love it LOVE IT! It's just so.. awesome! Too bad there are not many supporters out there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many supporters = not many fanfictions about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why I shall try to make my own, someday, no matter how sucky it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of sucky, tomorrow is my Math Prelim exam! Nooooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The English exam was today. It was fairly easy, but still! The horror!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-1208386528546811602?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1208386528546811602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=1208386528546811602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/1208386528546811602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/1208386528546811602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/08/len-x-miku-forever.html' title='len x miku forever!;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-8292964933833976156</id><published>2009-08-22T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T21:14:34.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fasting;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To all Muslims, happy fasting! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Only a month to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;HARI RAYA&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-8292964933833976156?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8292964933833976156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=8292964933833976156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/8292964933833976156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/8292964933833976156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/08/fasting.html' title='fasting;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-4663393717256969052</id><published>2009-08-21T13:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T13:39:14.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PSLE english oral;</title><content type='html'>I thought I was hallucinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallucinating a huge milk chocolate bar, about as long as your arm, about 2 metres away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started running towards it, eager to enjoy my newfound chocolate heaven..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. when I almost slammed into it. Looking up at the chocolate, I noticed it was just a Cadbury truck with the chocolate picture. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what happened to me when I was walking home after the PSLE English oral today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, it was fairly easy. However, before the oral, the teacher told me to exit through the back door once I've finished. But when the oral was over, I.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Iexitedthroughthefrontdoor&lt;/span&gt;. .___.;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is it my fault?! What's worse is that I had to wait for about an hour 'till it's my turn! It sucks being last during oral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so thirsty I bought a A&amp;amp;W Root Beer can from the bus stop shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That drink then sparked a forgotten interest for root beer in me, if ya know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a new route to home for walking. It's a really relaxing route; I kept stepping on the dead leaves just to hear the crunching sound. Total stepped on: 34.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say it's my 'nature route'. I actually walk slower when I use this route; it's so refreshing. It made me realise that I've never actually stopped to smell the roses lately. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Education is learning what you didn't even know you didn't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;~ Daniel J. Boorstin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-4663393717256969052?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4663393717256969052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=4663393717256969052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/4663393717256969052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/4663393717256969052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/08/psle-english-oral.html' title='PSLE english oral;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-8624427697371210424</id><published>2009-08-19T17:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T17:54:19.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my internet is back;</title><content type='html'>Like, OMG YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Internet connection is back, so I am too! It's glad to be back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not glad that TOMORROW IS THE PSLE ORAL OF DOOM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*freaks out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Um. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internet is back. whoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW BLOGSKIN SOON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-8624427697371210424?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8624427697371210424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=8624427697371210424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/8624427697371210424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/8624427697371210424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-internet-is-back.html' title='my internet is back;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-997677543775406783</id><published>2009-08-12T13:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T17:47:02.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Listening Comprehension</title><content type='html'>I hate listening comprehensions. They make you wait while they read out the questions and options, something everyone can do on their own, and they also make you frustrated trying to decide between two options that both seem right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I DO like about LCs are their happy songs at the beginning and end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we practiced the English listening comprehension. There was this passage that totally made us laugh. Please forgive any mistakes I've made in the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;There were 2 passengers on a boat. One of them, Thomas, decided to be friends with the other passenger, Ravi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello there. I assume you have read Shakespeare's plays?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I am afraid not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What? Then you have wasted a quarter of your life!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh dear! Well, have you read the books by Charles Dickens?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have not, I am afraid so.." Thomas replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What? Then you have wasted half of your life!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then I assume you have read Alice in Wonderland?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I fear I have not heard of it.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no! Then you have wasted three quarters of your life!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh dear! Water is rushing into the boat! Quick, jump into the water and swim to save your life!" Thomas yelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"B-But I can't! I haven't learnt how to swim!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't know how to swim? Then you have wasted your WHOLE life!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh pure LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of making a new blogskin.. I just need to find time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" class="body"&gt;A hospital bed is a parked taxi with the meter running.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;~ Groucho Marx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-997677543775406783?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/997677543775406783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=997677543775406783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/997677543775406783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/997677543775406783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/08/listening-comprehension.html' title='Listening Comprehension'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-357084895708589416</id><published>2009-08-09T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T21:22:55.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i ate cake.</title><content type='html'>I ate cake.&lt;br /&gt;And lots of it too.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched the NDP celebration. (Oh btw, happy national day!) It was so awesome! :D :D They increase the awesome-ness of the fireworks every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but I just feel so.. hurt, you know? Like a knife stabbing through your mind. Or when something so dear to you just got ripped away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Like something just left you and you don't know where it is anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" class="body"&gt;How much more grievous are the consequences of anger than the causes of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;~ Marcus Aurelius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-357084895708589416?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/357084895708589416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=357084895708589416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/357084895708589416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/357084895708589416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-ate-cake.html' title='i ate cake.'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-6559374702989580749</id><published>2009-08-07T13:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T15:13:10.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School National Day Celebration</title><content type='html'>Today's school National Day Celebration was so fun! I wore my Man U jersey as promised. Rini didn't, but Fatin did! Hooray! Wilson was so happy in his Liverpool jersey. He keeps showing off that it's real lol and not a cheap copy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe my teacher still wanted us to do English worksheet corrections on this day! Well, at least we went down to the Parade Ground shortly after that to say the pledge, sing the National Anthem, do the Recollections thingy and listen to the awfully long NP speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The NE lessons were mostly about Reflections. Can't say I didn't write much; I almost used up the whole page!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like this year's National Day song. It has no Singapore Spirit, if you know what I mean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess was so crammed; we couldn't find a place to eat, so I ended up not eating. I can eat at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert was awesome! It's so fun; Sarah, Ifaaf &amp;amp; I enjoyed ourselves very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if Evander's ever reading this, I DON'T LOOK LIKE STAR WARS WHEN I AM IN MY MAN U JERSEY! I look like someone IN it. (No, not Jar Jar Binks.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM GOING TO WATCH UP AT TAMPINES MALL TODAY! YAAAAAAAAAY~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; t0morrow, there's going to be CAKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;A person with no history is like a plant without roots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;~ Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-6559374702989580749?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6559374702989580749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=6559374702989580749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/6559374702989580749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/6559374702989580749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/08/school-national-day-celebration.html' title='School National Day Celebration'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-1580617057561927079</id><published>2009-08-06T18:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T21:03:55.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>OMG GUYS! I am baaaaaaaaaack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, my mum bought the family a Lenovo IDEAPAD netbook, so.. I'm back for good! Yay! Who missed me? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my cousin is sleeping my house! :D And I also received 99 notifications. It's hard to navigate on this netbook. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my school's National Day Celebration! Wilson asked Fatin, Rini and me to wear our Manchester United jerseys because he's going to wear his Liverpool one. (He doesn't want to be the only one wearing a jersey, I guess.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's allowed! I guess I'm bringing a spare T-shirt, just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am also going to wear a jacket over my jersey tomorrow when I enter class because most boys in my class are anti-Man U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaah~ It's so nice to be typing again! Although now I have to do lots of stuff to recover everything - download songs, save pictures, get videos from friends.. the stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you might have noticed that there is no avatar, simply because I LOST ALL OF MINE. So don't think you're now the Avatar Queen, Rerinae Misaki! I am still teh one! I am going to re-save all of my avatars in this blog and every image! Just you wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I am going to make a new blogskin soon. (not quite soon though.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, a happy quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;I love my computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;~ Me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-1580617057561927079?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1580617057561927079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=1580617057561927079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/1580617057561927079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/1580617057561927079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-7611446598161935097</id><published>2009-07-03T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T15:50:51.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>computer lab;</title><content type='html'>I'm using the computer at my school computer lab now. And boy is it slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just noticed that ever since my computer crashed, I've been getting more opportunities to use the computer at other places! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-7611446598161935097?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/7611446598161935097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=7611446598161935097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/7611446598161935097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/7611446598161935097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/07/computer-lab.html' title='computer lab;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-6074034220959634777</id><published>2009-07-01T15:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T15:39:23.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bedok CC</title><content type='html'>OMG. I'm here at the Bedok Community Club to do my SS project, online homework &amp;amp; Science Card..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who I saw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ifwat &amp;amp; Hafeitz. URRRRRRRRGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I went here with Juliana &amp;amp; Siti Aisyah, since Ifaaf &amp;amp; Sarah couldn't make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS PLACE IS SO COLD MY FINGERS ARE FREEZING AND IT'S MAKING IT HARD TO TYPE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I got in to the New South Whales English Competition. I hope I get a Distinction! WISH ME LUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe my computer crashed, btw. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, gtg. I shall miss typing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No quote, I have only 22 minutes left of using this computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-6074034220959634777?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6074034220959634777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=6074034220959634777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/6074034220959634777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/6074034220959634777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/07/bedok-cc.html' title='Bedok CC'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-6739424819069844864</id><published>2009-06-30T16:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T16:29:24.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG GUYS I AM SO SORRY I DIDN'T POST FOR SUCH A LONG TIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer crashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! CRASHED. All my hard work of saving stuff is GONE. Family pics too! From now on (as in when the computer is fixed), I shall upload all my pics on Facebook so that when I get back on, THEY WOULDN'T BE GONE WITH THE CRASH.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupidcrash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-6739424819069844864?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6739424819069844864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=6739424819069844864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/6739424819069844864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/6739424819069844864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/06/omg-guys-i-am-so-sorry-i-didnt-post-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-7723780300726635001</id><published>2009-06-21T17:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T21:32:28.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>changi airport;</title><content type='html'>I went to Changi Airport T3 today with Sarah, Ifaaf, Juliana &amp;amp; Faiz. :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and also my mum and sis! :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 7 :15 AM all of a sudden. Then, around 10:25 AM, they came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They just.. huddled in the middle of my living room. xD So I said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sit lah! :3"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they sat on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;".. There are CHAIRS."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD That was funny. Anyway, we left at 11. .. We took pictures, goofed off, ate at Kopitiam, laughed, ask for information, all at the wonderful Changi Airport T3. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JULIANA, SARAH, IFAAF &amp;amp; FAIZ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.. SEND ME ALL YOUR PICS OF THE EVENT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-7723780300726635001?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/7723780300726635001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=7723780300726635001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/7723780300726635001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/7723780300726635001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/06/changi-airport.html' title='changi airport;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-5276358201585781641</id><published>2009-06-16T17:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T17:53:58.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>procrastinating;</title><content type='html'>ROIHT98746*&amp;amp;%(*&amp;amp;%#5Y98Y I HAVEN'T DONE ANY OF MY 11 HOMEWORKS AND SCHOOL IS 10 DAYS AWAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sniff* The consequences of procrastinating. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;help.&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/6236999022569190372-5276358201585781641?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5276358201585781641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=5276358201585781641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/5276358201585781641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/5276358201585781641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/06/roiht98746-i-havent-done-any-of-my-11.html' title='procrastinating;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-8515891956619569193</id><published>2009-06-13T13:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T13:28:20.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SjM47DBYggI/AAAAAAAAA9U/_YmFH-JNxbs/s1600-h/607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SjM47DBYggI/AAAAAAAAA9U/_YmFH-JNxbs/s320/607.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346679769693454850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG YAY MY GRANDMOTHER IS BACK FROM HER TRIP! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Changi Airport now to fetch her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THENNNNNN..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll edit this post again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-8515891956619569193?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8515891956619569193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=8515891956619569193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/8515891956619569193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/8515891956619569193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/06/back.html' title='back;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SjM47DBYggI/AAAAAAAAA9U/_YmFH-JNxbs/s72-c/607.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-5971288627138907059</id><published>2009-06-12T15:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T17:07:34.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepiness;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SjIawImJKtI/AAAAAAAAA9M/kgEibi60MCM/s1600-h/118.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 96px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SjIawImJKtI/AAAAAAAAA9M/kgEibi60MCM/s320/118.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346365121885711058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I CAN'T SLEEP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SLEPT FOR ONLY ONE HOUR YESTERDAY. D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked my watch the whole night.. it showed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:00 AM&lt;br /&gt;2:00 AM&lt;br /&gt;3:00 AM&lt;br /&gt;5:00 AM&lt;br /&gt;6:00 AM&lt;br /&gt;7:00 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept at 4! Isn't that wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;The key to change... is to let go of fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;~ Rosanne Cash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-5971288627138907059?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5971288627138907059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=5971288627138907059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/5971288627138907059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/5971288627138907059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/06/sleepiness.html' title='sleepiness;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SjIawImJKtI/AAAAAAAAA9M/kgEibi60MCM/s72-c/118.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-5602794287451676623</id><published>2009-06-10T13:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T18:59:03.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Safari &amp; Changi Airport;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/Si9O4DLcUXI/AAAAAAAAA84/lLY0qCmiv64/s1600-h/527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/Si9O4DLcUXI/AAAAAAAAA84/lLY0qCmiv64/s320/527.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345578007545008498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday 8th June&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family, Andi's family, Aziq's family &amp;amp; I went to the Night Safari at around 8 PM. It. Was. Awesome! (The toilets there were totally clean too!) We went to the Creatures of the Night show and got on the tram ride. The tram ride person (lol) said that "this may be the last time you'll ever get to see these animals, because they're decreasing rapidly." It was sooo sad to hear that! Imagine telling the next generation in the future that you were one of the people who lived to see the tigers and lions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I watched four movies recently~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happily N'Ever After&lt;br /&gt;Jangan Tegur&lt;br /&gt;Uninvited&lt;br /&gt;Monsters vs. Aliens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the last one was pirated. x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday, 9th June&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Changi Airport with my family to send my grandmother to Indonesia for 5 days with all her friends. I miss her already! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also ate at McDonald's. After that, we went to Suntec City's Toys 'R' Us to buy Andi's present! Yes everyone, you heard right! Andi's turning 6 on June 14! (slightly bad news is that the theme is Ben 10. D:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found one awesome present and it is all wrapped up and ready to go! I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this cool new shop called Plaster Fun House at the Happy Kidz section. It looks fun! Basically, you buy a plaster model (very cheap! from as low as $9) then you sit down at the tables in that place and paint it! Then they'll gloss or spray glitter your finished product FOR FREE (if you want) and you can take it home. Especially for Sarah &amp;amp; Faiz, there are some Naruto characters to paint too! There's different models for both children and adults - fun for the whole family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't try it, but I sure hope to do so one day with all my baby cousins! There's even a competition coming up this 20th &amp;amp; 21st June. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is the 350th post. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Well done is better than well said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;~ Benjamin Franklin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-5602794287451676623?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5602794287451676623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=5602794287451676623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/5602794287451676623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/5602794287451676623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/06/night-safari-changi-airport.html' title='Night Safari &amp; Changi Airport;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/Si9O4DLcUXI/AAAAAAAAA84/lLY0qCmiv64/s72-c/527.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-825745687605797091</id><published>2009-06-06T16:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T17:17:03.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the june hols;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SiorqDApeoI/AAAAAAAAA8w/H_i9EVk3f7o/s1600-h/624.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SiorqDApeoI/AAAAAAAAA8w/H_i9EVk3f7o/s320/624.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344131909191039618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The June holidays..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOTS OF HOMEWORK ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is baaaaad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting the rambling feeling again, so don't mind me. (: I'm just going to shout out to almost everyone in my links list. (Keyword: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah, I recommend you stick to one blogskin for a while before changing! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faiz, yes you can follow us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael, hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purin, I'm not lame. DDDD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wymzic, how can you act like getting 1st in class is something that happens everyday?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynn, IMY! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone, do my homework for me please. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish there's no such thing as homework. There's already school; why torture us more?! Whyyyyyyyyy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to the World Book Fair today~ YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bai, I've had enough of rambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: If you have a SuperPoke! Pet on Facebook, BE MY TRAINEE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" class="body" &gt;If we don't change, we don't grow. If we don't grow, we aren't really living.&lt;br /&gt;~ Gail Sheehy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-825745687605797091?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/825745687605797091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=825745687605797091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/825745687605797091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/825745687605797091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/06/june-hols.html' title='the june hols;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SiorqDApeoI/AAAAAAAAA8w/H_i9EVk3f7o/s72-c/624.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-5124545247493216652</id><published>2009-06-03T20:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T22:26:05.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd &amp; 3rd day;</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i199.photobucket.com/albums/aa113/Ayumi97/623.gif" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urrrgh. I feel sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a runny nose, my throat is sore, I have a huge headache, my right ear can only pick up loud noises, my back hurts and I have a stomachache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is one of the two reasons I didn't go to school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second one is..&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; overslept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was supposed to go to school for 1 hour, but I just took a little more time in LaLaLand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before yesterday, Mr Lim came into my Science class to ask for the beaker of ice we used for an experiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Mr Lim: Ah, are you using this beaker of ice?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Heng: No lah, take it. You want to use for your experiment ah?&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lim: No, I want to make iced lemon tea.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday, he came into the class again and talked to Mrs Heng. Then while he was leaving, he saw me and was like :o because I was in his Math class. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then while I was waiting for Ifaaf at the bottom of the stairs, his class was going down. I was, "Not again.. xD" and he went, "Yes, it's me again". Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URRGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY NOSE IS SO RUNNY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm beginning to feel very weak all of a sudden..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" class="body" &gt;All our sweetest hours fly fastest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;~Virgil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-5124545247493216652?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5124545247493216652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=5124545247493216652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/5124545247493216652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/5124545247493216652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/06/2nd-3rd-day.html' title='2nd &amp; 3rd day;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-5309660903494750334</id><published>2009-06-01T13:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T19:12:28.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day of awful remedial;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SiN6wnvCUvI/AAAAAAAAA8c/jP5QbvnY4p4/s1600-h/198.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SiN6wnvCUvI/AAAAAAAAA8c/jP5QbvnY4p4/s320/198.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342248558710117106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, my Math group is Group 11.. THE WORST.&lt;br /&gt;I was the only girl in that class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was Malay, thank god. I didn't have to move to another class because my Math class was already in that class. We went to the Music Room to listen to some good and bad examples of reading during the oral examination. .___.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess~ But only 3 stalls were open. D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was English. Group 1. We had to do mock oral and composition! Like, WTH. Hard. Syukriah kept going, "Oh god Evander is in this group. *shudders* Oh man what should we do?!" so many times I had to go, "Oh for goodness' sake, HE'S JUST A NORMAL GUY. STOP FREAKING OUT OR I'LL SEAL YOUR LIPS WITH ELEPHANT GLUE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, she only heard part of it. But I hope she got my message lololololol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was Science. Dreadful, awful Science. Group 3. Shawn &amp;amp; Wilson was in that group too! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Heng was all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;When it comes to conclusions,  you have to write it in this format. *scribbles format on whiteboard* You cannot write in .. err.. how to say arh.. um.. cannot write in.. err.. cannot write.. anything else lah!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While going down the stairs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Ruth: Eh what time is it arh?&lt;br /&gt;Shawn: 12:45 PM already leh!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Heng: No lah.. it's only 12:30 PM!&lt;br /&gt;Shawn: Yes it's 12:45! See my watch?!&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Heng: You buy that watch at&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; pasar malam&lt;/span&gt; arh?!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL I hope tomorrow gets better. The third - and last - day is the worst; it's the day you return to your own classes, and I don't want that! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish June 4th would hurry up and come already. It's holiday time straight onwards from that day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS; I love Bart Bonte games such as &lt;a href="http://www.gimme5games.com/index.jsp?id=mekey"&gt;Me &amp;amp; The Key&lt;/a&gt;! You have to think out of the box with your mouse to find &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;different ways to get a key in each level&lt;/span&gt;. It's super fun! :D (Hint: On Level 19, when the penguin says "right", right click your mouse and select "key!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" class="body" &gt;Change is inevitable - except from a vending machine.&lt;br /&gt;~ Robert C. Gallagher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-5309660903494750334?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5309660903494750334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=5309660903494750334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/5309660903494750334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/5309660903494750334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/06/1st-day-of-awful-remedial.html' title='1st day of awful remedial;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SiN6wnvCUvI/AAAAAAAAA8c/jP5QbvnY4p4/s72-c/198.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-1864063472462530406</id><published>2009-05-31T17:53:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T00:07:29.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bookfairs;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SiJVYiie2HI/AAAAAAAAA8U/KritSGIIU1U/s1600-h/411.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SiJVYiie2HI/AAAAAAAAA8U/KritSGIIU1U/s320/411.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341925988091484274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SQUEEEEEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST WENT TO THE POPULAR BOOK FAIR JUST NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I BOUGHT Princess Diaries: Holiday Wishes Special AAAAAND..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;PRINCESS DIARIES VOLUME X: FOREVER PRINCESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S THE LAST BOOK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S THE MOST ULTRAFANTASTICSUPERMEGAHYPERAWESOMESUPREME LAST-BOOK-IN-A-SERIES IN THE WHOLE UNIVERSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pants*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If you can say ultrafantasticsupermegahyperawesomesupreme 5 times without stumbling, you get a cookie!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only I bought the UK version, which is Princess Diaries: Ten Out of Ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG Fatin, I called you to tell you this good news but you didn't pick it up!! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was on sale, and I got it for only &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;S$20&lt;/span&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am officially the happiest girl in the whole world right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatin, if you want it, I'll lend it to you! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm still hopping about for the Allie Finkle book though.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I made a new :D favicon! (YES IT'S FROM ME. DON'T STEAL MY :D!) It was inspired by the :D smileys I always draw to irritate Sarah. xD (I'm probably going to get a lot of Thomas and Friends theme song singing after this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like jumping around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*jumpjumpjumpjumpjump*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad News: I don't wanna go to school for 3 days during the June hols! It's called the HOLIDAYS, for goodness' sake.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's enough. Bai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I cannot live without books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;~ Thomas Jefferson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;P.S: Yesssss! Thomas Jefferson is awesome!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;PPS: My sister got me addicted to Pandemic II the game. Aaaargh! I can't get enough of it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;PPPS: I just changed the blogskin, but it's now 12 AM, so I'm going to change the CBox colour tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;PPPPS: Do you like it? :D&lt;/span&gt;&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/6236999022569190372-1864063472462530406?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1864063472462530406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=1864063472462530406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/1864063472462530406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/1864063472462530406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/bookfairs.html' title='bookfairs;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SiJVYiie2HI/AAAAAAAAA8U/KritSGIIU1U/s72-c/411.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-4277171348437480542</id><published>2009-05-27T13:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T17:45:06.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 more days to go!;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShzTwHFYuwI/AAAAAAAAA7s/lfhMijSH_eM/s1600-h/543.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShzTwHFYuwI/AAAAAAAAA7s/lfhMijSH_eM/s320/543.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340376081643387650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT MY HOLIDAYS NAO. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 2 more days! And tomorrow there's no school because of e-learning. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still! There's even THREE days of remedial on the first days of the June hols! I hate the P6 level sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really, really, reeeeeally LOATHE the Circles topic. I just can't seem to remember the formulas of doom. x______x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all I have left to do is some "Young Environmentalist" Science Activities Card tasks and a composition, and then I have completely nothing remotely interesting to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means, I'll end up Facebook-ing. (Hooray for FB!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: I was sooo bored I went on a gamehunt. Here are the games I TOTALLY recommend because they're AWESOME! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onemorelevel.com/game/sheepy"&gt;Sheepy&lt;/a&gt; (count the number of sheep OMG cute)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onemorelevel.com/game/kitties"&gt;Kitties&lt;/a&gt; (put the kitties in their silhouettes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onemorelevel.com/game/chat_noir"&gt;Chat Noir&lt;/a&gt; (block the kitten from escaping the game)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onemorelevel.com/game/the_red_button"&gt;The Red Button&lt;/a&gt; (one of my first games ever - &amp;amp; also one of the best!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onemorelevel.com/game/dont_click_stick"&gt;Don't Click Stick&lt;/a&gt; (it's just like the big red button)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onemorelevel.com/game/quest_for_the_crown"&gt;Quest for the Crown&lt;/a&gt; (a one minute game. hilarious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onemorelevel.com/game/dupligon"&gt;Dupligon&lt;/a&gt; (draw the exact shape of the one given. addictive)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onemorelevel.com/game/sketch"&gt;Sketch&lt;/a&gt; (almost like dupligon, only better)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onemorelevel.com/game/mind_feed"&gt;Mind Feed&lt;/a&gt; (funny flash quiz.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onemorelevel.com/game/celebrity_pedigree"&gt;Celebrity Pedigree&lt;/a&gt; (this game is hilarious. Breed dogs that have a celebrity resemblance!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onemorelevel.com/game/rollercoaster_creator"&gt;Rollercoaster Creator&lt;/a&gt; (draw a rollercoaster track to achieve the coins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onemorelevel.com/game/bashing_pumpkins"&gt;Bashing Pumpkins&lt;/a&gt; (MOST AWESOME GAME IN THIS GAMEHUNT!! Just hover your cursor over the pumpkins to destroy them as they try to take over the world! MUST TRY! I got 363 out of 455 only. D:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that bai is copyrighted LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" class="body" &gt;The world cares very little about what a man or woman knows; it is what a man or woman is able to do that counts.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Virgil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-4277171348437480542?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4277171348437480542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=4277171348437480542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/4277171348437480542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/4277171348437480542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/2-more-days-to-go.html' title='2 more days to go!;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShzTwHFYuwI/AAAAAAAAA7s/lfhMijSH_eM/s72-c/543.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-1942655266865720817</id><published>2009-05-26T15:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T15:59:11.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>okto;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShuhRaNyGFI/AAAAAAAAA7g/oWKXE_vZZBA/s1600-h/146.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShuhRaNyGFI/AAAAAAAAA7g/oWKXE_vZZBA/s320/146.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340039103644833874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the TV channel, okto, came to my school and filmed the primary 2 students slurping their HL milk! (Which is totally unfair.) I knew it was gonna be on TV because of this guy walking around with a huge camera on his shoulder &amp;amp; I knew it was okto because of the okto.sg Cruiser van outside on my school car park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so weird today; I'm so short-tempered and tired. I almost slept during Math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Which would have been nice, btw.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new blogskin is almost done! (Sorry Katsy - I had to redo yours. The whole thing is messed up!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHOCOLATE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Fate will find a way.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Virgil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-1942655266865720817?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1942655266865720817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=1942655266865720817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/1942655266865720817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/1942655266865720817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/okto.html' title='okto;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShuhRaNyGFI/AAAAAAAAA7g/oWKXE_vZZBA/s72-c/146.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-4330747807969966456</id><published>2009-05-25T16:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T18:21:29.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>humanitarian;</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img29.imageshack.us/img29/3908/622.png" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to help the world! I really, really want to help out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After listening to a talk from the MERCY Relief today, I feel as if I'm being selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, here I am, typing away on my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;computer&lt;/span&gt; in a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;fully furnished house&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;food and water in the kitchen&lt;/span&gt;, while some malnourished families are dying at the moment with the lack of all these things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the sad thing is, I don't know whether to choose from a humanitarian, environmentalist or an animal rights activist! I'd love to help out needy people from all around the world, but I'd also love to help out endangered animals! But I also want to help save the planet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUS, I WANT TO BECOME  AN AUTHOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just be all four at once? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's possible..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I DON'T KNOW FOR SURE. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me readers! I don't know what to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the meantime, YOU can help out by visiting awesome help sites, such as WWF, WSPA, ONE, AUL and more! I have subscribed to ALL of them [listed] last November (-ish).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course you've all heard about the International Whaling Commission! If you don't, shame on you; but I've graciously summarised everything up just for ya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The International Whaling Commission (IWC) is a group thingy that has implemented a global ban on commercial whaling set up by the International Convention for the Regulation         of Whaling. It is set up to save the whales from being hunted just for their parts, skin.. or whatever. Right now they are&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; seriously endangered&lt;/span&gt;. This global ban thingy has been going on for 25 years.. but this year, every commissioner from 80 participating countries all over the world (no Singapore. *sob*) is going to meet up and discuss this ban again in June. WHICH MEANS, the whales are in potential danger of being hunted again if they lift the ban! Iceland, Japan &amp;amp; Norway has since then killed over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;25,000&lt;/span&gt; whales! D': And in the next year alone, these three countries are planning to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;kill a total of 2,500 whales&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoting from the IWC Action Petition, it says that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Each individual animal will face &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;exploding harpoons and rifle fire, and ultimately an agonising death. Many hundreds will suffer from horrific explosion wounds for up to an hour – or even more – before finally dying&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is no humane option for whalers. The sheer size of the animals, combined with the challenges posed by the ocean hunting environment, means there is simply &lt;strong&gt;no humane way&lt;/strong&gt; to kill whales at sea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Which is totally cruel pain for the whales! Help sign the petition to stop the three countries' foreign ministers from lifting the ban by signing &lt;a href="http://e-activist.com/ea-campaign/clientcampaign.do?ea.client.id=24&amp;amp;ea.campaign.id=3392"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SIGN OR FEEL THE WRATH OF GUILT WHEN THE WHALES ARE HURT. IT WILL BE ALL YOUR FAULT IF YOU DON'T SIGN IT. D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow I sound harsh. .___.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So help me once again, readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the four careers, should I take them all, some or just one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, and all this (besides the whales; I got it from the WSPA) is just because of some MERCY Relief talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more piece of good news! "The the European Parliament has voted overwhelmingly to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;ban the trade in products made from commercially slaughtered seals&lt;/span&gt;. This is a huge victory that has the potential to end commercial seal hunts for good!" HOORAY FOR SEALS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh lol, I just made my own quote below.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Don't try to untie life's knots all at once; you yourself will be tangled within them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;~ ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-4330747807969966456?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4330747807969966456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=4330747807969966456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/4330747807969966456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/4330747807969966456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/humanitarian.html' title='humanitarian;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-8318328536930883021</id><published>2009-05-22T14:13:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T20:04:49.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>science centre trip;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZY92t6qWI/AAAAAAAAA6w/SK49hMws2F8/s1600-h/295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZY92t6qWI/AAAAAAAAA6w/SK49hMws2F8/s320/295.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338552227977668962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't stop saying that word! OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Science Centre excursion was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AWESOMELY FUN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I partnered up with Rini while Sarah and Ifaaf were partners. :3 My sister lent me her handphone (THANKS SO MUCH! ;D), but the earpiece was missing. I had to borrow Rini's to listen to songs. I brought Cadbury Dairy Milk chocolates and a packet of Famous Amos cookies! Nom nom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let the pictures do the talking until it's time to talk again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShaT8l6L1oI/AAAAAAAAA64/r1TxRRDCl80/s1600-h/DSC06228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShaT8l6L1oI/AAAAAAAAA64/r1TxRRDCl80/s320/DSC06228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338617077471893122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you look closely, it says "Science Centre". It was chopped on everyone's hand before we entered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZGUxsvLFI/AAAAAAAAA04/EViQmNP0w_c/s1600-h/DSC06155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZGUxsvLFI/AAAAAAAAA04/EViQmNP0w_c/s320/DSC06155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338531731046607954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Annexe! It's beside the Science Centre. View taken inside the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZGVOLclOI/AAAAAAAAA1A/G5SOWOQGHws/s1600-h/DSC06156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZGVOLclOI/AAAAAAAAA1A/G5SOWOQGHws/s320/DSC06156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338531738691605730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The entrance.. with McDonald's &amp;amp; the dinosaur in view! (And my running classmates.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZGVUCoGkI/AAAAAAAAA1I/4lQgZkyBmDk/s1600-h/DSC06158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZGVUCoGkI/AAAAAAAAA1I/4lQgZkyBmDk/s320/DSC06158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338531740265224770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Kinetic Garden! The fountain is beautiful.. &amp;amp; that 'Friendly Dragon' up there only makes you scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZGVT_lnsI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/qwXIkKKX9K4/s1600-h/DSC06159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZGVT_lnsI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/qwXIkKKX9K4/s320/DSC06159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338531740252479170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We only had to go in the building at 9 AM, so we had half an hour to explore the outside first. So what else? The whole class went to McDonald's, of course! Here's a picture of the counter.. with Rini, who just happened to be in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZGVcQCKOI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/JeUNIndLnlo/s1600-h/DSC06160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZGVcQCKOI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/JeUNIndLnlo/s320/DSC06160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338531742468942050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ifaaf sat on the Ronald highchair and couldn't get out LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZHi6v5HpI/AAAAAAAAA1g/o9Qv523UVTM/s1600-h/DSC06161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZHi6v5HpI/AAAAAAAAA1g/o9Qv523UVTM/s320/DSC06161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338533073505558162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The busy classmates ordering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZHjDz0QDI/AAAAAAAAA1o/NIa0sXi4I2w/s1600-h/DSC06162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZHjDz0QDI/AAAAAAAAA1o/NIa0sXi4I2w/s320/DSC06162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338533075937935410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The WaterWorks exhibition has been permanent ever since it came here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZHjftnIKI/AAAAAAAAA1w/wr7JK02lvMU/s1600-h/DSC06163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZHjftnIKI/AAAAAAAAA1w/wr7JK02lvMU/s320/DSC06163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338533083428102306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, since we originally came here for the Shell Science Competition (Primary), I just had to take a picture of my school's booth! They featured an experiment on Sound. It was awesome; they had a microphone attached to a datalogger and.. oh, do the math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZHjcTxjqI/AAAAAAAAA14/ejuz54vLGl8/s1600-h/DSC06164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZHjcTxjqI/AAAAAAAAA14/ejuz54vLGl8/s320/DSC06164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338533082514427554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After visiting A LOT of other participating schools' booths, we finally got permission from our teacher to explore the whole of Science Centre. So.. above is a picture of water vapour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZHjsqh32I/AAAAAAAAA2A/5rhkxUKrJhE/s1600-h/DSC06166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZHjsqh32I/AAAAAAAAA2A/5rhkxUKrJhE/s320/DSC06166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338533086904835938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ifaaf, Sarah, Rini &amp;amp; I then went to the Marine Alcove, which was a darkened room with lots of exotic creatures. It was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZKM4fuGcI/AAAAAAAAA2I/0vEnI_zLdds/s1600-h/DSC06167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZKM4fuGcI/AAAAAAAAA2I/0vEnI_zLdds/s320/DSC06167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338535993478617538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's a giant eel omg. It freaked me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZKM8rssTI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/xqOH0e-1GtY/s1600-h/DSC06168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZKM8rssTI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/xqOH0e-1GtY/s320/DSC06168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338535994602598706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sarah, Ifaaf &amp;amp; Rini. (Guess who's who?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZKNJLBXII/AAAAAAAAA2Y/-6gJPnQSmIg/s1600-h/DSC06170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZKNJLBXII/AAAAAAAAA2Y/-6gJPnQSmIg/s320/DSC06170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338535997955202178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You might not be able to see it, but it's actually a crab. A GIANT CRAB ZOMG. It freaked Rini &amp;amp; I out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZKNJ0M-3I/AAAAAAAAA2g/JES6VXvyCNo/s1600-h/DSC06171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZKNJ0M-3I/AAAAAAAAA2g/JES6VXvyCNo/s320/DSC06171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338535998127930226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was this experiment behind the above aquarium. You press a button and watch as a syringe injects something into the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZKNVdhPQI/AAAAAAAAA2o/uec4oxzfKW0/s1600-h/DSC06172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZKNVdhPQI/AAAAAAAAA2o/uec4oxzfKW0/s320/DSC06172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338536001254014210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you're smart, you'd know this is a shell collection on the wall. If you're smarter, you'd know I just said the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZLIAQdoAI/AAAAAAAAA24/Y-8FM5s_JqI/s1600-h/DSC06178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZLIAQdoAI/AAAAAAAAA24/Y-8FM5s_JqI/s320/DSC06178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338537009174388738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After that, the four of us went to the Living With Viruses exhibition. It was sooooo fun! There were many varieties of activities to learn about viruses. There were funny things too, like the picture above!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZLIZoLEmI/AAAAAAAAA3A/OujcrCL7XVI/s1600-h/DSC06179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZLIZoLEmI/AAAAAAAAA3A/OujcrCL7XVI/s320/DSC06179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338537015984722530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The SARS virus. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZLIajq7QI/AAAAAAAAA3I/mTUsoTFtpt4/s1600-h/DSC06180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZLIajq7QI/AAAAAAAAA3I/mTUsoTFtpt4/s320/DSC06180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338537016234274050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A 3D globe to show where viruses first appeared and what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZLIVQcwFI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/p7jJINxISOQ/s1600-h/DSC06183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZLIVQcwFI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/p7jJINxISOQ/s320/DSC06183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338537014811476050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went into this darkened room with a video playing about viruses. When you wear these glasses into the room, the video is 3D! It was so scary when they look like they're coming towards you. Ifaaf &amp;amp; I were so freaked out we even ducked! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZRRs1vxKI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/RD2whgYb6D4/s1600-h/DSC06181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZRRs1vxKI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/RD2whgYb6D4/s320/DSC06181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338543772830516386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is how the video looked like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZRRs5Oi-I/AAAAAAAAA3g/CKGbVrz2CEw/s1600-h/DSC06184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZRRs5Oi-I/AAAAAAAAA3g/CKGbVrz2CEw/s320/DSC06184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338543772845116386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aedes mosquito of doom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZRRpx2dHI/AAAAAAAAA3o/yiVn5WnOdKo/s1600-h/DSC06185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZRRpx2dHI/AAAAAAAAA3o/yiVn5WnOdKo/s320/DSC06185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338543772008871026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sarah &amp;amp; Ifaaf! This was taken in the fake bus, which was full of information about SARS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZRR7ll4fI/AAAAAAAAA34/aOuP6VFLvak/s1600-h/DSC06190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZRR7ll4fI/AAAAAAAAA34/aOuP6VFLvak/s320/DSC06190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338543776789291506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to The Human Body exhibition next. (Above) A huge tongue. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZR8RNx5_I/AAAAAAAAA4A/3MUwxKVIXeU/s1600-h/DSC06189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZR8RNx5_I/AAAAAAAAA4A/3MUwxKVIXeU/s320/DSC06189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338544504149501938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A HUGE nose! ROFLOLMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZR8vyvuGI/AAAAAAAAA4I/T6IWRSYxvbc/s1600-h/DSC06191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZR8vyvuGI/AAAAAAAAA4I/T6IWRSYxvbc/s320/DSC06191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338544512357611618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can actually go in it, and Ifaaf did OMG LOL!!! (That's the purpose of having a glass window above the nostril.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZR9DvbE8I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/HyUe1N_9_YI/s1600-h/DSC06192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZR9DvbE8I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/HyUe1N_9_YI/s320/DSC06192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338544517712384962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rini stuck her hand in the ear lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZR9U_g_hI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/p4bJjyx7fgE/s1600-h/DSC06195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZR9U_g_hI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/p4bJjyx7fgE/s320/DSC06195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338544522343284242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OMG ONE OF MY FAVOURITE PICS EVER! Ifaaf &amp;amp; Sarah. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZR9aLy2DI/AAAAAAAAA4g/j7Lifon5zjU/s1600-h/DSC06194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZR9aLy2DI/AAAAAAAAA4g/j7Lifon5zjU/s320/DSC06194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338544523736963122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This time, they switched positions. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZUAVQgTII/AAAAAAAAA4o/fyMXyGmWtD0/s1600-h/DSC06196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZUAVQgTII/AAAAAAAAA4o/fyMXyGmWtD0/s320/DSC06196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338546772977405058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are more body parts, but we wanted to see other exhibitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZUAmLvEKI/AAAAAAAAA4w/uphPzOlK778/s1600-h/DSC06198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZUAmLvEKI/AAAAAAAAA4w/uphPzOlK778/s320/DSC06198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338546777520804002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rini tried an activity at the exhibition. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZUA8e9LZI/AAAAAAAAA44/3E-JdzYGqDk/s1600-h/DSC06201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZUA8e9LZI/AAAAAAAAA44/3E-JdzYGqDk/s320/DSC06201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338546783507000722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;GIANT SQUID AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZUA_7_MuI/AAAAAAAAA5A/fcxYIWXhPVY/s1600-h/DSC06203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZUA_7_MuI/AAAAAAAAA5A/fcxYIWXhPVY/s320/DSC06203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338546784434074338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*0* TURTLES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZUBILKwvI/AAAAAAAAA5I/-byK9lmzwsU/s1600-h/DSC06204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZUBILKwvI/AAAAAAAAA5I/-byK9lmzwsU/s320/DSC06204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338546786645230322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See that guy in the top middle? That's a replica of Albert Einstein. He will climb up and down, up and down.. forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZU1jLYKpI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/v_mNC31fOIE/s1600-h/DSC06209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZU1jLYKpI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/v_mNC31fOIE/s320/DSC06209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338547687247063698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ifaaf lied down in the Kaleidoscope. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZU1get8dI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/9fseEdWTY_k/s1600-h/DSC06210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZU1get8dI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/9fseEdWTY_k/s320/DSC06210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338547686522876370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The four national taps of Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZU19Up-CI/AAAAAAAAA5g/SiOhoBgFVJA/s1600-h/DSC06211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZU19Up-CI/AAAAAAAAA5g/SiOhoBgFVJA/s320/DSC06211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338547694265301026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WaterWorks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZU2OduWgI/AAAAAAAAA5o/ogcGg5GFuyU/s1600-h/DSC06212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZU2OduWgI/AAAAAAAAA5o/ogcGg5GFuyU/s320/DSC06212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338547698866739714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZU2WCyh8I/AAAAAAAAA5w/odGmFkPGvH4/s1600-h/DSC06213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZU2WCyh8I/AAAAAAAAA5w/odGmFkPGvH4/s320/DSC06213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338547700901251010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZWDKkN1WI/AAAAAAAAA54/CywMddOc6dM/s1600-h/DSC06214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZWDKkN1WI/AAAAAAAAA54/CywMddOc6dM/s320/DSC06214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338549020670154082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ifaaf has been looking for this activity ever since we stepped into the Science Centre today! We finally found it.. when it was time to go and eat. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZWDZv9kvI/AAAAAAAAA6A/9mDQtdOWUXU/s1600-h/DSC06215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZWDZv9kvI/AAAAAAAAA6A/9mDQtdOWUXU/s320/DSC06215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338549024745951986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now THIS one looks more real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZWDTzEr8I/AAAAAAAAA6I/Gv9s5_T7maQ/s1600-h/DSC06216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZWDTzEr8I/AAAAAAAAA6I/Gv9s5_T7maQ/s320/DSC06216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338549023148388290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Curiosity, the souvenir shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZWDtkNbDI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/cpkkf2837vs/s1600-h/DSC06218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZWDtkNbDI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/cpkkf2837vs/s320/DSC06218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338549030065368114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ate at McDonald's! I ordered a Fillet o' Fish. :D (Singapore's McDonald's is the best among all the world branches.. is it? It's what I heard from everyone.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZWDujz3yI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/qrTh8rDWGg8/s1600-h/DSC06222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZWDujz3yI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/qrTh8rDWGg8/s320/DSC06222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338549030332129058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After eating, Ifaaf played at the Kinetic Garden. There was this HUGE lever. You're supposed to pull at the ropes to try and lift the 200kg load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZX9AqJdkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/jC7g4itKWF0/s1600-h/DSC06224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZX9AqJdkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/jC7g4itKWF0/s320/DSC06224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338551113954719298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's a Science Time Capsule. It's supposed to be opened in the year 2011, which marks the tenth year since it was unearthed (2001). It contains information about Science from years like 1963 and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZX9TNbiAI/AAAAAAAAA6o/qQ0FB-npeuQ/s1600-h/DSC06225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZX9TNbiAI/AAAAAAAAA6o/qQ0FB-npeuQ/s320/DSC06225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338551118934542338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just a view of the Kinetic Garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwww, it ended so fast! Good thing is, we skipped school because of this. :D I want to go out like this more! I DEMAND STUDENT RIGHTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ifaaf &amp;amp; Sarah, did you two notice we went to almost every exhibition in the building? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thanks for reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Friendship doubles our joy and divides our grief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;~ Swedish Proverb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-8318328536930883021?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8318328536930883021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=8318328536930883021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/8318328536930883021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/8318328536930883021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/science-centre-trip.html' title='science centre trip;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShZY92t6qWI/AAAAAAAAA6w/SK49hMws2F8/s72-c/295.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-3778177547850365325</id><published>2009-05-21T15:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T15:57:26.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAAA;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShUGZAaQpoI/AAAAAAAAA0w/7maymGr7328/s1600-h/257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 96px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShUGZAaQpoI/AAAAAAAAA0w/7maymGr7328/s320/257.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338179959994230402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT A BAAA FOR MY EXAMS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAAA: 1 B, 3 As&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think it's the sound a sheep makes, you're lame. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to the Science Centre tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOORAY~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna take LOTS of pics of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As memories. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shalalalala~&lt;br /&gt;Shalala in the moooorning~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^W^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's during school hours, which means I can skip lessons! I love life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;They succeed, because they think they can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;~ Virgil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-3778177547850365325?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3778177547850365325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=3778177547850365325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/3778177547850365325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/3778177547850365325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/baaa.html' title='BAAA;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShUGZAaQpoI/AAAAAAAAA0w/7maymGr7328/s72-c/257.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-8895316904520811866</id><published>2009-05-20T13:50:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T17:13:52.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMGYAYWHEEOMG;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShOalzW20EI/AAAAAAAAA0o/VAhju6989I0/s1600-h/12.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 125px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShOalzW20EI/AAAAAAAAA0o/VAhju6989I0/s320/12.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337779957596082242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. GOT. AN &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; FOR MALAY LANGUAGE (WRITTEN)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*squeeeeeeeeeeee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or A+, however you call it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 A* - Malay (written)&lt;br /&gt;2 As - English &amp;amp; Science&lt;br /&gt;1 B   - Mathematics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will my Higher Mother Tongue be? OMG I AM SO SCARED I'M FREAKING OUT. X-X&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to find out tomorrow. ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to the Science Centre again on Friday~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaaaaay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hug my luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because all this while, I didn't even study a single thing for my exams! Thank you, luck. And of course God, for giving me a path through my exams. :'D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THE WHOLE WORLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to blog about. I just feel like ranting about nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yada yada yada yada&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just took the What Does Your Birthday Say About You? quiz on Facebook, and this is what I got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Stubborn and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;hard-hearted&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Ambitious &lt;/span&gt;and serious. Loves to teach and be taught. Always &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;looking at people's flaws&lt;/span&gt; and weaknesses. Likes to criticize. Hardworking and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;productive&lt;/span&gt;. Smart, neat and organized. Sensitive and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;has deep thoughts&lt;/span&gt;. Knows how to make others happy.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; Quiet unless excited&lt;/span&gt; or tensed. Rather reserved. Highly attentive. Resistant to illnesses but &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;prone to colds&lt;/span&gt;. Romantic but has &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;difficulties expressing love&lt;/span&gt;. Loves children. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Loyal&lt;/span&gt;. Has great social abilities yet easily jealous. Very Stubborn and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;money cautious&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lololololololol! I AM hard-hearted. Which is quite good in a way, because then I can avoid fake emotions from people. ^^; I love to teach my baby cousins; I'm always looking at the bad sides of people more than the good sides of them; I always criticize.. I'm productive when I am interested. :3 I'm not really neat.. &amp;amp; I DEFINITELY HAVE DEEP THOUGHTS. :D I DO know how to make others happy once I've known them well enough. And yes, my classmates and friends know that I am quiet unless excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep to myself (reserved), and am only attentive to things I am, once again, interested in. I hardly get illnesses (except stomach flu and chickenpox. :3), but I really am prone to colds. I always sneeze nonstop every morning before I go to school! I really have difficulties expressing love, except to my family, whom I hug VERY often. I love children, like my baby cousins, and I'm loyal if you deserve my loyalty. I'm not easily jealous.. only once I've been. And money cautious? Of course! Talk about being a Capricorn. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohlookit'salreadyalongpostbyebye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and my comment on the quote below: Yes, let this gibberish above explain my indescribable feeling! :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" class="body" &gt;Let these describe the indescribable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" class="bodybold" &gt;~ Lord Byron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-8895316904520811866?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8895316904520811866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=8895316904520811866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/8895316904520811866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/8895316904520811866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/omgyaywheeomg.html' title='OMGYAYWHEEOMG;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShOalzW20EI/AAAAAAAAA0o/VAhju6989I0/s72-c/12.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-6087319801304755783</id><published>2009-05-19T15:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T15:32:23.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wheeeee;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShJf4ENzk0I/AAAAAAAAA0g/P9qVEzB_0Ic/s1600-h/307.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShJf4ENzk0I/AAAAAAAAA0g/P9qVEzB_0Ic/s320/307.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337433925196419906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching a lil' television just now when this Toopy&amp;amp;Binoo clip came on, and I lol'd very loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Toopy: Hey Binoo! Look, it's a space object!&lt;br /&gt;*the camera points to a watering can*&lt;br /&gt;Toopy: Let's see.. a long thingy, this cuuuuurved back, water in the long thingy.. *gasp*&lt;br /&gt;IT'S A SPACE ELEPHANT!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got tagged by Darwisari. I'm lazy to do it, but I have to. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript1.2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var ns6=document.getElementById&amp;&amp;!document.all?1:0&lt;br /&gt;var head="display:'Clickk'"&lt;br /&gt;var folder=''&lt;br /&gt;function expandit(curobj{&lt;br /&gt;folder=ns6?curobj.nextSibling.nextSibling.style:document.all[curobj.sourceIndex+1].style&lt;br /&gt;if (folder.display=="none")&lt;br /&gt;folder.display=""&lt;br /&gt;else&lt;br /&gt;folder.display="none"&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;//--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="" onclick="expandit(this)" title="CLICK PLS."&gt;Click OR ELSE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULE #1:&lt;br /&gt;People who have been tagged must write their&lt;br /&gt;answers on their blogs and replace any question that they&lt;br /&gt;dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;RULE #2:&lt;br /&gt;Tag 5 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse.&lt;br /&gt;These people must state who they were tagged by and&lt;br /&gt;cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by continuing&lt;br /&gt;this game by sending it to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Do you have secrets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. (Wow.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Would you fall in love with a boy/girl older than you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eheh.. I'd like that. JUST NOT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. How long do you intend to wait for someone u really love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until it's time I realise that I should make the first move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. What would you do with a billion dollars?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save, give to my mum, spend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Will you fall in love with your best friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her as my best friend, nothing more, nothing else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being loved by someone! (Because you will have to love the person for loving you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.How do you define love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is something that binds the world together in tranquility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad for me lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Is there anything that has made you extremely happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. (This question didn't ask me WHAT.)&lt;br /&gt;10. What makes you sad?&lt;br /&gt;Sad, not touched, right? So.. anything that's hurtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. How would you see yourself in 10 years time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22, so that means.. already working on a few mini novels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Who is currently the most important people to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family &amp;amp; friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. What is being regarded as the most important thing in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life and religion itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Would you rather be single and rich or married but poor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. Single and rich. Because that means I'm still eligible to marry and can support my family at the same time. xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15.What is your favourite colour?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PURPLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously,&lt;br /&gt;and both of them do the same, who would you pick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They'd have to prove who is of better worth of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Would you forgive and forget no matter how horrible a thing the someone has done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. What do you want to tell the someone you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi. (No conversation is right without hi!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. If there is a choice between lover and friends,which will you choose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends. Because they know you better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. Do you believe that there's "True Love"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you just have to be lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt; 5 &lt;/s&gt;   &lt;b&gt;4&lt;/b&gt; people who are going to do this survey:&lt;br /&gt;~ Wymzic (she'd better not escape this tiem)&lt;br /&gt;~ Purin&lt;br /&gt;~ Pia&lt;br /&gt;~ MiSSGRAPEFRUiT xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've done it. Now click it if you haven't. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Art is science made clear.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Wilson Mizner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-6087319801304755783?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6087319801304755783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=6087319801304755783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/6087319801304755783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/6087319801304755783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/wheeeee.html' title='wheeeee;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShJf4ENzk0I/AAAAAAAAA0g/P9qVEzB_0Ic/s72-c/307.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-8224492698725945582</id><published>2009-05-18T16:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T18:02:59.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monday blues, totally gone!;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShEyNbf3wiI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/uwNl3QO_8FM/s1600-h/225.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShEyNbf3wiI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/uwNl3QO_8FM/s320/225.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337102239711871522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today seemed really crappy at first, what with the learning of Circles and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then things cheered up a bit after school. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ifaaf, Sarah and I went to the toilet to check 'her tissues' - a 'joke' among the three of us. xD Before that, we ate (I drank Milo) at the caf. We had no idea where to go after that, because 'her tissues' were already 'flushed down the toilet'. (Sarah &amp;amp; Ifaaf, you may get what I mean.) So we went to the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half of the time spent there was doing real work - I was doing my Young Environmentalist Card while Ifaaf was doing her journal homework. Sarah was browsing through books. Then I don't know who started it, but the other half was suddenly spent talking about funny things such as embarrassing moments and baby cousins! xD Sarah just sat there listening - no wait, she was laughing so hard she almost fell off her chair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The librarian there is so.. what the heck. Slight noise equals to "Get out of here! Don't come back here anymore!" Yes, she did that just now. If you so far as to LAUGH, she will give you the evil eye. Push back your chair a little too loudly? It's out of the library you go. Sheesh, what is wrong with her? I know a library is supposed to be silent and all, but a slight noise is always accidental. No one could concentrate with all the noise from her. It's no wonder the library is getting emptier and the rate of books borrowed is going down, down and down. D: Aren't libraries supposed to be educational and fun? Talk about book torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went home at 3 PM. Ifaaf gave me some of her Ovaltinees (or however they're spelt). And now here I am, writing all these so that I will never forget it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really, really dislike&lt;/span&gt; Circles topic so much. I dislike the homework even more. It's a Monday, for goodness' sake! It's supposed to be a day where a teacher understands the students' behaviour because of the Monday Blues! They've been kids before, haven't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" class="body" &gt;A man who dares to waste one hour of time has not discovered the value of life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;~ Charles Darwin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-8224492698725945582?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8224492698725945582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=8224492698725945582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/8224492698725945582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/8224492698725945582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/monday-blues-totally-gone.html' title='monday blues, totally gone!;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/ShEyNbf3wiI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/uwNl3QO_8FM/s72-c/225.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-5477120410372911684</id><published>2009-05-16T14:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T14:32:06.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[via Plinky] How do you relax?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Best way to de-stress-ify? Eat chocolate, of course!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  Eat lots and lots of CHOCOLATE. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px 0pt 0pt; padding: 0pt; clear: both; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:12787"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/12787"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=12787" style="border: 0pt none ; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-5477120410372911684?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5477120410372911684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=5477120410372911684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/5477120410372911684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/5477120410372911684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/via-plinky-how-do-you-relax.html' title='[via Plinky] How do you relax?'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-6053299337476973522</id><published>2009-05-16T13:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T13:55:39.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:DDDDDDDDDDDDDD;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/Sg5Uf7Ryw1I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/nVN4XgDp674/s1600-h/250.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/Sg5Uf7Ryw1I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/nVN4XgDp674/s320/250.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336295515945616210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXAMS ARE OVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOORAAAAAAAAAAY~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want to scream now. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE TEH SWINE FLU OF DOOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of it, OUR TRIP TO CHANGI AIRPORT TERMINAL 3 IS POSTPONED! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hateithateithateit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAWR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;I hate the swine flu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;~ Inoue Ayumi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-6053299337476973522?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6053299337476973522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=6053299337476973522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/6053299337476973522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/6053299337476973522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/dddddddddddddd.html' title=':DDDDDDDDDDDDDD;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/Sg5Uf7Ryw1I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/nVN4XgDp674/s72-c/250.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-2014588498869430137</id><published>2009-05-15T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T14:31:25.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BLOG!;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;IT'S MY BLOG'S 1ST BIRTHDAY, YAAAAAAAY~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-2014588498869430137?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/2014588498869430137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=2014588498869430137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/2014588498869430137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/2014588498869430137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-to-my-blog.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BLOG!;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-5999307980476265772</id><published>2009-05-14T14:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T14:31:20.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>malay paper;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/Sgu6m--kvvI/AAAAAAAAA0I/Hc1M_AcjXWo/s1600-h/75.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 96px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/Sgu6m--kvvI/AAAAAAAAA0I/Hc1M_AcjXWo/s320/75.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335563362453733106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck. I already knew I have 1 wrong answer for the Malay paper, and I just did it today. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is fun, I guess. Out of this exam week, today IS the best. Our teacher did not come into the class after recess! Hooray~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really hope I did well - no, BETTER for all my exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not getting a very good feeling about my English paper..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;)):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" class="body" &gt;The sea is everything. It covers seven tenths of the terrestrial globe. Its breath is pure and healthy. It is an immense desert, where man is never lonely, for he feels life stirring on all sides.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;~ Jules Verne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-5999307980476265772?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5999307980476265772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=5999307980476265772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/5999307980476265772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/5999307980476265772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/malay-paper.html' title='malay paper;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/Sgu6m--kvvI/AAAAAAAAA0I/Hc1M_AcjXWo/s72-c/75.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-1631759202808842599</id><published>2009-05-13T13:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T14:14:09.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>math paper;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SgpctFqkQdI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Jt-zjP03_mU/s1600-h/324.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 96px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SgpctFqkQdI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Jt-zjP03_mU/s320/324.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335178638258356690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! The Math paper was hard. D: But I think I did better than last time (I passed by EIGHT marks that time). In Paper 1, I got the right answer for the last question.. BUT I DIDN'T KNOW &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT THE HECK&lt;/span&gt; CAME OVER ME TO CHANGE IT! When I finally realised I did that, I tried to change it back but time was up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost a darling two marks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I done?! TT^TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paper 2 was quite easy.. I guess. I didn't know how to answer 3 questions. (I HATE Speed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a much, much, much, MUCH happier note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY'S MY BLOG ANNIVERSARY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's going to be one year old! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my blog. *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't need a cake for that day - she has a cupcake already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Michael, you can't take it. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wants it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you may have this one! *gives*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teacher is so weird. Ever since Tuesday, she kept teaching us Science even though the next day was supposed to be Math. And before the Math exam today too! sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's my Mother Tongue exam. And I am FREAKING SCARED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you get a B for it, the teacher will send you off to the so-called 'average' classes! I don't wanna leave the best class! D: And just how cruel is that?! She doesn't care even if you need one more mark to get an A. Off you go. ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, wish me luck, readers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is the 333th post, btw.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" class="body" &gt;United we stand, divided we fall.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" class="bodybold" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Aesop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-1631759202808842599?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1631759202808842599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=1631759202808842599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/1631759202808842599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/1631759202808842599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/math-paper.html' title='math paper;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SgpctFqkQdI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Jt-zjP03_mU/s72-c/324.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-1905181223082868660</id><published>2009-05-12T17:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T19:42:06.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i can finally use!;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SglJRkwM7ZI/AAAAAAAAAz4/bDigObTqHK8/s1600-h/3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 96px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SglJRkwM7ZI/AAAAAAAAAz4/bDigObTqHK8/s320/3.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334875799869517202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG I'm touching the keyboard. I'm tyyyyyping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually using!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM USING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*choir background*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a card for my mother on Mothers' Day yesterday. I included a poem in it! &lt;a href="http://www.poems-and-quotes.com/special/poems.php?id=1119337" target="_blank&amp;quot;"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say? She loves it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing what poetry can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT TOP FOR MY SA1 COMPOSITION EXAM!&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray~&lt;br /&gt;Hooray~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today's English paper is hard.&lt;br /&gt;And if I didn't do well, EVANDER'S GOING TO SHOVE IT IN MAH FACE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUUU~&lt;br /&gt;NUUU~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the pits.&lt;br /&gt;He's going to find a way to take over the throne again!&lt;br /&gt;(Which I will take over again, if it happens.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teacher is definitely weird. The Math paper is tomorrow, but she spent the whole day going through Science. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared to find out my HMT results!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like passing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save me, someone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXAMINATIONS LEFT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Orals&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Listening Comprehensions&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;English Language&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics&lt;br /&gt;Malay Language&lt;br /&gt;Science&lt;br /&gt;FREEEEEEDOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;We do what we must, and call it by the best names we can.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-1905181223082868660?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1905181223082868660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=1905181223082868660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/1905181223082868660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/1905181223082868660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-can-finally-use.html' title='i can finally use!;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SglJRkwM7ZI/AAAAAAAAAz4/bDigObTqHK8/s72-c/3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-3310358871960191182</id><published>2009-05-10T13:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T13:46:47.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY MOTHERS' DAY!;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SgZqMLjnK4I/AAAAAAAAAzw/e9dNFToeIZs/s1600-h/559.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SgZqMLjnK4I/AAAAAAAAAzw/e9dNFToeIZs/s320/559.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334067566160063362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;HAPPY MOTHERS' DAY, MUM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;~ Honore de Balzac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-3310358871960191182?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3310358871960191182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=3310358871960191182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/3310358871960191182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/3310358871960191182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='HAPPY MOTHERS&apos; DAY!;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SgZqMLjnK4I/AAAAAAAAAzw/e9dNFToeIZs/s72-c/559.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-8070936499791847236</id><published>2009-05-09T13:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T13:55:46.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a whole new world.. just for me? or..?;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SgUZjEfA7iI/AAAAAAAAAzo/E9Eszt84CnQ/s1600-h/502.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SgUZjEfA7iI/AAAAAAAAAzo/E9Eszt84CnQ/s320/502.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333697423980162594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother's Day is tomooooooorrow~&lt;br /&gt;Mother's Day is tomooooooorrow~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just. Can't. Wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the time of the year to shower our mothers with lotsa lotsa love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that doesn't mean you have to stop showering her the other days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They brought us into this world, come on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Mum.&lt;br /&gt;And that's a promise. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The moment a child is born, the mother is also born.  She never existed before.  The woman existed, but the mother, never.  A mother is something absolutely new.&lt;br /&gt;~Rajneesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You don't really understand human nature unless you know why a child on a merry-go-round will wave at his parents every time around - and why his parents will always wave back.&lt;br /&gt;~William D. Tammeus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;My mom is a neverending song in my heart of comfort, happiness, and being.&lt;/span&gt;  I may sometimes forget the words but I always remember the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;tune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;~Graycie Harmon&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/6236999022569190372-8070936499791847236?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8070936499791847236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=8070936499791847236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/8070936499791847236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/8070936499791847236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/whole-new-world-just-for-me-or.html' title='a whole new world.. just for me? or..?;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SgUZjEfA7iI/AAAAAAAAAzo/E9Eszt84CnQ/s72-c/502.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-2484686565471782187</id><published>2009-05-09T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T14:18:03.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[Via Plinky] Star Wars is Love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Which movie characters would you be friends with?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/search?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;keywords=Star+Wars&amp;amp;tag=plinky09-20&amp;amp;search-alias=dvd" title="Grab this movie from Amazon"&gt;  &lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51wdAFSITQL._SS250_.jpg" alt="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 10px;"&gt;  They're so funny! But they can also be loving and serious. Everyone is like one whole family together. :3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px 0pt 0pt; padding: 0pt; clear: both; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:12281"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/12281"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=12281" style="border: 0pt none ; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-2484686565471782187?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/2484686565471782187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=2484686565471782187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/2484686565471782187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/2484686565471782187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/force-and-luke-is-with-me-in-star-wars.html' title='[Via Plinky] Star Wars is Love!'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-6827054192775691673</id><published>2009-05-08T14:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T17:14:19.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmt exam;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SgPiz8dN12I/AAAAAAAAAzg/V7iJYy7pkVg/s1600-h/300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SgPiz8dN12I/AAAAAAAAAzg/V7iJYy7pkVg/s320/300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333355765766674274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to blog before my HMT exam - which was today, btw - but I couldn't. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday during HMT, Syafiq wanted to replace his comprehension answers. So he wrote them on a piece of paper.. but he had no stapler or scotch tape. So what did he use? CORRECTION TAPE LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, today's HMT exam is so hard. I'm shaking right now waiting for the results to come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAH WHAT IF I JUST PASSED!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be extremely lucky, but my teacher would be sooooo disappointed. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what to buy for Mothers' Day! I NEED to buy something although my mom says there's no need to. She deserves something from her daughters that's memorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my poem for her hasn't even finished yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse still, it hasn't even BEEN created yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deaddeaddead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. Am. So. Dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, procrastination is fun (but regretting),  but Mothers' Day is in 2 days and if I don't get something or make her the poem now, I'll regret it for the rest of meh life. So..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;Most of all the other beautiful things in life come by twos and threes, by dozens and hundreds. Plenty of roses, stars, sunsets, rainbows, brothers and sisters, aunts and cousins, comrades and friends - but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;only one mother in the whole world&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;- Kate Douglas Wiggin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-6827054192775691673?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6827054192775691673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=6827054192775691673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/6827054192775691673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/6827054192775691673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/hmt-exam.html' title='hmt exam;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SgPiz8dN12I/AAAAAAAAAzg/V7iJYy7pkVg/s72-c/300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-8036648742873645378</id><published>2009-05-06T13:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T15:15:12.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mudflat and creative writing;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SgExU0NmV6I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/6FKtK35n6Lc/s1600-h/252.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 96px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SgExU0NmV6I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/6FKtK35n6Lc/s320/252.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332597667466205090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's mudflat was fun! Except for the part where I almost got stuck in the mud and almost lost my shoes in them. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found fiddler crabs (male AND female), mudskippers, tape worms, earth worms, hermit crabs, herons and even woodpeckers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was at Pasir Ris Park. I totally love it there! It's so scenic and beautiful. A great spot for nature lovers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined Plinky today, a website where they prompt you with a question or challenge to inspire to blog about it when you have nothing to blog about. And I totally love it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now any prompt I answer on that website will automatically be posted as a post on this blog! Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got tagged by Michael too. On Facebook, but I'd rather do it here and changing the 'tag 26 friends' to 'tag 2 friends'. Is that okeh, Michael? D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A - Age: 12..? (No it's not 12.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B - Bed size: Queen size!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C - Chore you hate: Washing the dishes. My legs ache standing there for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D - Dumbest subject ever: Math&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E - Essential start your day item: Groan at the sunlight in my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F - Favorite color: Purple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G - Gold or Silver: SILVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H - Height: Taller than Purin, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I - Instruments you play(ed): .. recorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J - Job title: Student (Secretly a poet and author in disguise!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K - Kinesthetic, auditory or visual learner?: Visual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L - Living arrangements: Family. (Lazy to list.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M - Most awesome food ever: Chocolate and chicken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N - Nicknames: Ayumi, Ayu, Nurul, Chocoholic, Chocolatic, Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O - Overnight hospital stay: Twice. Or once. I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P - Pet Peeve: People who just don't get what the heck I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q - Quote from a movie: "I have a bad feeling about this." (Star Wars)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R - right or left-handed: Right handed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S - Siblings: 2 sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T - Time you wake up: Weekdays are always 5:30 AM. Weekends are about.. 12 PM - 3 PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U - Usual quote: "Did you just say.. chocolate?" (Happens in school aaaall the time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V - Vegetable you dislike: Broccoli and cauliflower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W - Why you run late: Sister blocking the mirror; lost uniform; woke up late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X - X-rays you've had: I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y - Yummy food you make: Er. Instant Noodles. The ones in a cup where you just add hot water and wait for 3 minutes. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z - Zoo favorite: Everything~&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall tag the two people I love to tag: WYM AND PURIN!&lt;br /&gt;Wym is tagged also because I love annoying her sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finally figured out a super great story plot for the BIC Creative Writing Competition! Yaaaaay~ It's about homeless people. I remembered Michael's Facebook status about being sad after seeing a homeless guy hugging a dog. It's so sad, I'm getting lots of ideas from it! So, in a way, thanks for helping me Michael!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. I didn't know there are so many haunted places in US, EVEN THE WHITE HOUSE! Look at this: &lt;a href="http://www.travelchannel.com/Travel_Ideas/Haunted_Travels/ci.America%27s_Haunted_Houses.artTravelIdeasFmt?vgnextfmt=artTravelIdeasFmt"&gt;Haunted places in US as tourist attractions&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;If you want to flyyyyyy, all you neeeeeeeeeed.. is friendship. Yeah.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ SpongeBob SquarePants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-8036648742873645378?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8036648742873645378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=8036648742873645378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/8036648742873645378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/8036648742873645378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/mudflat-and-creative-writing.html' title='mudflat and creative writing;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SgExU0NmV6I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/6FKtK35n6Lc/s72-c/252.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-4429868504528735782</id><published>2009-05-04T14:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:08:01.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>freeeeeeeeeedom;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/Sf6TotPq5PI/AAAAAAAAAzI/_9wpUIJdfu0/s1600-h/207.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/Sf6TotPq5PI/AAAAAAAAAzI/_9wpUIJdfu0/s320/207.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331861336402617586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can finally use again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Sentosa yesterday yesterday.. but I'm too lazy to post about it, so you just have to view it from &lt;a href="http://cosmic-velocity.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html"&gt;my sister's side of the story&lt;/a&gt;. Chapter sixty-six.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My form teacher didn't come today, hooray! Instead, this relief teacher came in and she went all, "Aiyoh, this is how you all learn is it? Tsk tsk tsk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she had this tendency to read the questions in the paper we were all marking first then telling us the answer. And there were 30 questions in the paper, so you can imagine how long it took. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, we went to the computer lab! Sadly, that teacher didn't allow us to go any other website. She said that if you want to play games, you can only play those that are "enrichment games on the LEAD.com.sg website". URRRRRRRGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we're going to the mudflats, yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UPDATE;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the begging of my sister to join Twitter, I did. I'm now Chocolatic. Now I shall TRY to enjoy Twitter. (I don't don't like it; how would you feel when you're thrown into a website where there's NO FRIENDS at all?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" class="body" &gt;Music is the soundtrack of your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" class="bodybold" &gt;~ Dick Clark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-4429868504528735782?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4429868504528735782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=4429868504528735782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/4429868504528735782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/4429868504528735782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/freeeeeeeeeedom.html' title='freeeeeeeeeedom;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/Sf6TotPq5PI/AAAAAAAAAzI/_9wpUIJdfu0/s72-c/207.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-20020266423041379</id><published>2009-04-30T14:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T15:49:23.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SflX0c2i6MI/AAAAAAAAAzA/ULBstRo2gjA/s1600-h/231.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 96px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SflX0c2i6MI/AAAAAAAAAzA/ULBstRo2gjA/s320/231.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330388192579479746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sorry to everyone I shouted at today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel so.. helpless, if you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll explain someday. (some day faaaaaaar away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT TAGGED BY DARWISARI. D; (I edited the questions a bit though.. :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inoue Ayumi. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Where do you stay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Are you still schooling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What's your nickname?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayumi,&lt;br /&gt;Nurul,&lt;br /&gt;Dirah,&lt;br /&gt;Ayu (WYM lol),&lt;br /&gt;Inoue-san (Facebook)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you believe in God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I believe in Allah. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What's your height?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something. I'm tall for my age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What's your weight?&lt;br /&gt;More than 1kg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What's your hair color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What's your eye color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.. don't know. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you have a secret admirer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. \(^o^)/ At least, I don't think I do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How many enemies do you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;None. Because no one deserves hatred.&lt;br /&gt;(Unless when I hate them jokingly LOL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How many friends do you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True friends? Quite a lot.&lt;br /&gt;All friends? Over a hundred. (I just accept whatever f/r on Facebook.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;Do you like yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but I tend to change my imperfections if I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;What's your favourite color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PURPLE; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;Do you like anyone in your school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;No! It's too young for love. No one realises that anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Those who don't are quite blind, don't cha think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;What phone model are you currently using right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't have one and not planning to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;How many phones have u been using?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does negative 1 count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;What's your current occupation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student.. or wannabe author &amp;amp; poet. P:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;What are you doing now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing this tag thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;Which countries have you visited?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Which countries do you wish to visit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How many friends of different races do you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you wish someone dead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How long do you wish to live in this world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For as long as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you believe in the tooth fairy, Superman, Spiderman..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How old are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm young, tyvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Which month, date, day, week &amp;amp; year were you born in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 January.. you don't have the know the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What's your gender?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Female. Those who think I'm male are seriously mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Which primary school and secondary school do you belong to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice question, but you aren't getting any personal info out of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you were to pick one, which will you choose? Family or friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't. Your family are your friends; your friends are your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who do like most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What's your zodiac sign and horoscope?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac? Ox. Horoscope? CAPRICORN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you did any piercings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ears, and only ONE on each earlobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you did any tattooing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No and nevah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay now tag &lt;s&gt;10&lt;/s&gt; 6 people:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Purin&lt;br /&gt;2. Wym&lt;br /&gt;3. Fatin&lt;br /&gt;4. Sarah&lt;br /&gt;5. Ifaaf&lt;br /&gt;6. Pia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is 1 and 6 together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends..? Classmates..? I dunno. P:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is 5 and 3 friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How is 4 related to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my best friends. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If 1 and 2 fight, what will you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shudder in horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is 3 your beloved friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! ;DDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is 2 your enemy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gasp* nu. nevah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is 3 a Jonas fan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How'd ya know? xD&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr size="2"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Science Centre trip was soooo fun! I'm lazy to update you on it.. so let the pictures do the talking. (They do tell a thousand words, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SflUkyRVsqI/AAAAAAAAAxw/ezqKgQOhdOA/s1600-h/DSC05884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SflUkyRVsqI/AAAAAAAAAxw/ezqKgQOhdOA/s320/DSC05884.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330384624916214434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy on the Hall of Sports Achievement (Singapore) wall in my school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SflUlMdrDFI/AAAAAAAAAx4/tiR2CJGBuvM/s1600-h/DSC05895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SflUlMdrDFI/AAAAAAAAAx4/tiR2CJGBuvM/s320/DSC05895.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330384631947267154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The super-duper entrance! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SflUlPwpXBI/AAAAAAAAAyA/4Z40KLjmtUs/s1600-h/DSC05896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SflUlPwpXBI/AAAAAAAAAyA/4Z40KLjmtUs/s320/DSC05896.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330384632832154642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that dinosaur at the main entrance? It roars and looks real. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SflUzqBy7bI/AAAAAAAAAyY/QkmS_BZboiU/s1600-h/DSC05900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SflUzqBy7bI/AAAAAAAAAyY/QkmS_BZboiU/s320/DSC05900.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330384880401575346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ecolab's pond. It was so nice.. and muddy. And filled with all sorts of things like the pond skater, water boatman and water measurer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SflUlXk7VGI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/RxKx5jb69IU/s1600-h/DSC05899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SflUlXk7VGI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/RxKx5jb69IU/s320/DSC05899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330384634930484322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The lecture hall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SflUz656HyI/AAAAAAAAAyo/jSBCD3cCWqA/s1600-h/DSC05903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SflUz656HyI/AAAAAAAAAyo/jSBCD3cCWqA/s320/DSC05903.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330384884931895074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These booths of optical illusions are rarely visited. What a waste! They were sooooooo good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SflUlfYZLnI/AAAAAAAAAyI/R7v0T9tqBeM/s1600-h/DSC05898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SflUlfYZLnI/AAAAAAAAAyI/R7v0T9tqBeM/s320/DSC05898.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330384637025398386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Teh ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SflUz1m9RnI/AAAAAAAAAyw/mXTLIgXMn9Y/s1600-h/DSC05905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SflUz1m9RnI/AAAAAAAAAyw/mXTLIgXMn9Y/s320/DSC05905.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330384883510232690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The WaterWorks exhibition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SflU0OnLH2I/AAAAAAAAAy4/K5IWyVDtv6o/s1600-h/DSC05906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SflU0OnLH2I/AAAAAAAAAy4/K5IWyVDtv6o/s320/DSC05906.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330384890222026594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was this weird fake cow and I just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; to snap a picture of it. x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SflUzr5wkxI/AAAAAAAAAyg/35keorEpQUY/s1600-h/DSC05901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SflUzr5wkxI/AAAAAAAAAyg/35keorEpQUY/s320/DSC05901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330384880904737554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The back entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love the Science Centre! It's AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And next Tuesday, we're going to Pasir Ris Park's Sungei Tampines mudflat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50% yay and 50% boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo for the mud, yay for another excursion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I shall end this post..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. riiiiiiiight here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the dot below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, I wouldn't say that I was in the great class, but I had a great time while I was trying to be great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~ Harry S. Truman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-20020266423041379?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/20020266423041379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=20020266423041379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/20020266423041379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/20020266423041379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/04/sorry.html' title='sorry;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SflX0c2i6MI/AAAAAAAAAzA/ULBstRo2gjA/s72-c/231.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-3957219999507565775</id><published>2009-04-29T10:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T11:02:01.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woooohooo~ This is the best week evah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday - no remedial&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - no remedial&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday (today) - Science Centre&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - no remedial&lt;br /&gt;Friday - Holiday~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I AM SOOOOOO HAPPY I CAN SCREAM FOR JOY~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my sister Purin, she let me borrow her handphone so that I can take pics while listening to songs on her phone! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now Mr Lee my art teacher is on MC, and this baldy guy teacher is relieving him and now we're in the computer lab! HOOOOOOORAY~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that means me = blogger!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-3957219999507565775?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3957219999507565775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=3957219999507565775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/3957219999507565775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/3957219999507565775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/04/woooohooo-this-is-best-week-evah-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-7840632670916554346</id><published>2009-04-28T16:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T17:19:12.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>english oral;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SfbJGp8VjUI/AAAAAAAAAxo/YGblmzPJLbU/s1600-h/350.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SfbJGp8VjUI/AAAAAAAAAxo/YGblmzPJLbU/s320/350.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329668325214883138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG WE ARE GOING TO SCIENCE CENTRE TOMORROW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG&lt;br /&gt;OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lurve&lt;/span&gt; that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for the time I got lost there when I was in grade 1. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGGGGGGGGGGG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today's English oral went preeetty well. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I borrowed another Foxtrot comic book from the school library again today! "Welcome to Jasorassic Park". Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am soooooooo happeh today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;I still find &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;each day too short&lt;/span&gt; for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the friends I want to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;~ John Burroughs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-7840632670916554346?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/7840632670916554346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=7840632670916554346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/7840632670916554346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/7840632670916554346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/04/english-oral.html' title='english oral;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SfbJGp8VjUI/AAAAAAAAAxo/YGblmzPJLbU/s72-c/350.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-1001619178086272812</id><published>2009-04-27T17:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T17:31:19.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mother tongue oral;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SfV6VEgouEI/AAAAAAAAAxg/LtNBxkvOxHE/s1600-h/371.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SfV6VEgouEI/AAAAAAAAAxg/LtNBxkvOxHE/s320/371.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329300236469319746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaaaaaaah! Mother Tongue Oral was so hard! I stuttered and couldn't remember the words. x_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The homework my teacher gave me is life threatening. DDD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOATHE THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall now go sulk in a corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sulks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Peace and justice are two sides of the same coin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;~ Dwight D. Eisenhower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-1001619178086272812?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1001619178086272812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=1001619178086272812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/1001619178086272812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/1001619178086272812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/04/mother-tongue-oral.html' title='mother tongue oral;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SfV6VEgouEI/AAAAAAAAAxg/LtNBxkvOxHE/s72-c/371.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-3844545385422257283</id><published>2009-04-25T22:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T22:16:48.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>need help for blogskin;</title><content type='html'>I need a new idea for a blogskin ASAP. Help, my fellow readers! (Or you won't get this delectable cookie I am holding in my hand.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-3844545385422257283?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3844545385422257283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=3844545385422257283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/3844545385422257283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/3844545385422257283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/04/need-help-for-blogskin.html' title='need help for blogskin;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-4786380176133357715</id><published>2009-04-24T19:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T20:39:36.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1.6km run;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SfGq57fG8xI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/tFSm9bRITMU/s1600-h/364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SfGq57fG8xI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/tFSm9bRITMU/s320/364.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328227746353443602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1.6km run was TIRING. No, EXHAUSTING. No, HAGGARDLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think I passed! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought two ice drink thingy.. ice popsicles? They're like &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_To3fMuO-8Hs/R_LrJvBsM_I/AAAAAAAAFY4/C4a0CbaLZzc/s400/DSCF3472.JPG"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so tired I couldn't even manage to go to the shops to buy a Oreo Ice Blended drink. I simply took the bus because I could totally do with some air conditioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I slammed down on my bed the minute I came home, but bathed after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm sweating like mad because my hair is not tied up. Why must April be so hot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On my Facebook:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i199.photobucket.com/albums/aa113/Ayumi97/untitled.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Poetry is the language in which man explores his own amazement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;~ Christopher Fry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-4786380176133357715?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4786380176133357715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=4786380176133357715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/4786380176133357715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/4786380176133357715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/04/16km-run.html' title='1.6km run;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SfGq57fG8xI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/tFSm9bRITMU/s72-c/364.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-1377068412231050606</id><published>2009-04-23T16:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T18:15:18.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tireeeeeed;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SfAuc8Nq6oI/AAAAAAAAAxI/qDVfm7EPThQ/s1600-h/621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SfAuc8Nq6oI/AAAAAAAAAxI/qDVfm7EPThQ/s320/621.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327809433913977474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made that avatar for Earth Buddies, but it was so nice I decided to put it up here too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG April is actually declared National Poetry Month and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 23 April&lt;/span&gt; is known as World Book Day!! Which is.. TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to stay up late reading The Mediator 1 &amp;amp; 2 and The Secret Garden. :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today wasn't so bad; PE was horrible but I'm just going to imagine that it never happened. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sooooo much better after mentally 'writing' a poem in my head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I feel a little saddened that I forgot it. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still! The feeling is still there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today after Higher Mother Tongue, Katsumi &amp;amp; I went to the toilet near the music room. We saw Mrs Singh the principal at Gate 2, so we went inside and stayed there longer. When we exited, we thought she was gone because we saw a group of girls there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, my sharp eyes saw her hair among the sea of white uniforms. She was actually SITTING on the benches; that's why we couldn't see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katsy was already halfway there, so I stopped her in time. She still couldn't see the principal there, so we moved backwards despite the surveillance camera up there until she could see her. OMG We dashed away from there to take the other route at the cafeteria!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT's where we saw Ifaaf &amp;amp; Sarah at the caf. All three girls found out my weakness - that annoying song advertisement on Nickelodeon about ice cream - and kept singing it! I'm not racist or anything (if you know the ad); it's just that it gets in my head for a looong time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drank three small boxes of Milo today.. x_X I'm just so THIRSTY! Each time I drink one it lasts very shortly. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers.&lt;br /&gt;A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked.&lt;br /&gt;If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,&lt;br /&gt;Where's the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked?               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Sarah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 4px; background-color: rgb(217, 3, 18); width: 220px;"&gt;&lt;div   style="padding: 5px; background-color: rgb(253, 227, 176); color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Certificate of Marriage&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myfconline.com/character_avatars/26833_62755.gif" height="80" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is to certify that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sokka&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;XiahouAyumi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;were married on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;April 23, 2009&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myfconline.com/"&gt;Marry Your Favorite Character&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 4px; background-color: rgb(217, 3, 18); width: 220px;"&gt;&lt;div   style="padding: 5px; background-color: rgb(253, 227, 176); color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Certificate of Marriage&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myfconline.com/character_avatars/37827_47987.jpg" height="80" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is to certify that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Toph&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;XiahouAyumi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;were married on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;April 23, 2009&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myfconline.com/"&gt;Marry Your Favorite Character&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 4px; background-color: rgb(217, 3, 18); width: 220px;"&gt;&lt;div   style="padding: 5px; background-color: rgb(253, 227, 176); color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Certificate of Marriage&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myfconline.com/character_avatars/36111_52176.jpg" height="80" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is to certify that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ty lee&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;XiahouAyumi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;were married on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;April 23, 2009&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myfconline.com/"&gt;Marry Your Favorite Character&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 4px; background-color: rgb(217, 3, 18); width: 220px;"&gt;&lt;div   style="padding: 5px; background-color: rgb(253, 227, 176); color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Certificate of Marriage&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myfconline.com/character_avatars/207030_115836.jpg" height="80" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is to certify that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ryuubi Touka Gentoku&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;XiahouAyumi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;were married on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;April 23, 2009&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myfconline.com/"&gt;Marry Your Favorite Character&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG on MYFConline.com, I MADE THE WHOLE KOIHIME MUSOU CATEGORY AND MADE ALL THE CHARACTERS AVAILABLE. :OOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that means..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M THE FIRST TO MARRY RYUUBI TOUKA GENTOKU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTS~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;A soft refusal is not always taken, but a rude one is immediately believed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;~ Alexander Chase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-1377068412231050606?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1377068412231050606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=1377068412231050606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/1377068412231050606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/1377068412231050606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/04/tireeeeeed.html' title='tireeeeeed;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SfAuc8Nq6oI/AAAAAAAAAxI/qDVfm7EPThQ/s72-c/621.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-1211418017701433017</id><published>2009-04-22T13:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T17:54:22.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>art lesson;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/Se64Tmz5jAI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Q5gD2pG2Q0Y/s1600-h/256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/Se64Tmz5jAI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Q5gD2pG2Q0Y/s320/256.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327398056201128962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My art teacher took my art piece away because he will enlarge it for me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray for awesome amateur skills!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah! Why didn't you come? D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today's homework is a composition. Oh, and we also have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kefahaman&lt;/span&gt;. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bag is super heavy. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am super broke. $_$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a new blog, &lt;a href="http://earth-buddies.blogspot.com"&gt;Earth Buddies&lt;/a&gt;! I'm co-authoring it with my netpal, Stephanie. It's built to raise environmental awareness among teh Internet of Doom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first post there has a free Earth Day 2009 pic (below)! Get yours today! (Seriously. Tomorrow's not Earth Day so you better get it now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i199.photobucket.com/albums/aa113/Ayumi97/earthday2009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is where I end my post today. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;A joke is a very serious thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;~ Sir Winston Churchill &lt;/span&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/6236999022569190372-1211418017701433017?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1211418017701433017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=1211418017701433017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/1211418017701433017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/1211418017701433017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/04/art-lesson.html' title='art lesson;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/Se64Tmz5jAI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Q5gD2pG2Q0Y/s72-c/256.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-2938887776238989896</id><published>2009-04-21T17:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T17:45:34.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NAPFA test;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/Se2MXjlY0NI/AAAAAAAAAwk/0mhkVk6y2NE/s1600-h/295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/Se2MXjlY0NI/AAAAAAAAAwk/0mhkVk6y2NE/s320/295.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327068270566101202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG today is sooooo tiring. I had the ICAS Competition after recess in the AVA Room, which was sooooooo cold! Yet nice. x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The test was quite hard. I'm going to check if my answers are correct with resident awesomeness, Michael.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL! What's a .csx file?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the mail merge function is found in what type of program?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in Microsoft Excel, if the estimated amount is more than the number in cell G10 for instance, what's the formula?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr style="color: rgb(255, 112, 40);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's the NAPFA test. I did better than last time, yay! &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Decrease&lt;/span&gt; | &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Increase&lt;/span&gt; from last year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modified Sit &amp;amp; Reach: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inclined Pull Up 1 min.:&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; 19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing Broad Jump: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;142cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit Up 1  min.: 32 (stayed the same)&lt;br /&gt;4 x 10m Shuttle Run: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;12.6s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means, my grades are D A D A E respectively. (Da-dey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was better than last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was teamed up with Sarah, Natasah, Yu Ru Ruth, Valerie, Mei Qi and Lin Run, which was according to reg. numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am as tired as a turtle running around Jupiter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*collapses*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to participate in the BIC 2009 Creative Writing Competition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prizes are a $30 Times Bookstore voucher and a year's subscription of the YG magazine worth $36!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND the school with the most winners gets a carton of Marigold HL milk for EVERYONE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before I forget..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;BOWLING CRAZE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/Se2VM75BDCI/AAAAAAAAAws/85TMq47vVlA/s1600-h/45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/Se2VM75BDCI/AAAAAAAAAws/85TMq47vVlA/s320/45.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327077983716969506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports do not build character. They reveal it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;~ Heywood Broun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-2938887776238989896?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/2938887776238989896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=2938887776238989896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/2938887776238989896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/2938887776238989896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/04/napfa-test.html' title='NAPFA test;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/Se2MXjlY0NI/AAAAAAAAAwk/0mhkVk6y2NE/s72-c/295.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-7116762177256510922</id><published>2009-04-20T18:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T19:31:41.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>freedom;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SexX1FURSPI/AAAAAAAAAwc/rMXkyoQMEBA/s1600-h/618.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 96px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SexX1FURSPI/AAAAAAAAAwc/rMXkyoQMEBA/s320/618.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326729028744333554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.. am actually using the computer!! After two EXCRUCIATINGLY LONG DAYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/confetti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG. ICAS competition is tomorrow. I have not a single idea WTH is a dodge tool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL HELP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PURIN HELP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone! T^T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed back today with Ifaaf and Natasah to do our homework, since the cranky Operations Manager didn't allow us to practice for the terrifying NAPFA test. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I borrowed a Foxtrot comic book too! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'd like to welcome Ifaaf to the wonderful world of my links! (You'll find lots of friends there.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hip hip hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHA LA LA LA LA!&lt;br /&gt;SHA LA LA IN THE MOOOOOORNING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Remember that everyone you meet is afraid of something, loves something and has lost something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;~ H. Jackson Brown, Jr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-7116762177256510922?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/7116762177256510922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=7116762177256510922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/7116762177256510922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/7116762177256510922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/04/freedom.html' title='freedom;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SexX1FURSPI/AAAAAAAAAwc/rMXkyoQMEBA/s72-c/618.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236999022569190372.post-298754858430703053</id><published>2009-04-17T17:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T17:24:17.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boredom strikes again;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SehKuNgFLZI/AAAAAAAAAwU/EnIzTUkqZHQ/s1600-h/620.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SehKuNgFLZI/AAAAAAAAAwU/EnIzTUkqZHQ/s320/620.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325588717124267410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. Am. Bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's seriously NOTHING to post about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, if I don't post, you'd think I didn't go online today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, some people are like that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's sooooo many online homework to be completed, and I am not (or never) in the mood to do them. Eleven tasks, 70% being Mathematics. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;The wisest of the wise may err.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Aeschylus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236999022569190372-298754858430703053?l=andcountless-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/298754858430703053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236999022569190372&amp;postID=298754858430703053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/298754858430703053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236999022569190372/posts/default/298754858430703053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andcountless-memories.blogspot.com/2009/04/boredom-strikes-again.html' title='boredom strikes again;'/><author><name>Darth Padfoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMyK279uBnw/TWpXJpfToYI/AAAAAAAABHM/TLt3F21qVYI/s220/blob1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPRgkIoBPX0/SehKuNgFLZI/AAAAAAAAAwU/EnIzTUkqZHQ/s72-c/620.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
