<?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-4645671553859428578</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:04:22.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caveat lector</title><subtitle type='html'>Let the reader beware!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sheryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00776074924088784555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMFDk2QmgCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/flVYNrjyXOQ/S220/72609542.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645671553859428578.post-7930634148672656776</id><published>2009-01-23T13:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T13:55:47.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And its alive!</title><content type='html'>Haha i think everyone's come to terms with the death of my blog. But im (attempting to) revive it! Lol. So. I've been from unemployed to employed to unemployed-but-having-temporary assignments currently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Work's been boring, frustrating, and embarrassing. Yet i've learnt quite alot. From future propects to being a lil more thick-skinned, i must say being able to close sales and meet targets does yield a pretty satisfying effect. :) And the new commission scheme's not bad eithe. In my last pay check i got 96dollars worth of commission. Which is equivalent to 16 more hours of labour! Not bad for 2-3 weeks of work, i must say. I've also learnt to respect people i used to reject and ignore, and notice the wonders of merchandising. So in hindsight this job isn't so bad after all! Not to mention the superiors, as well as co-workers are really nice people.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal life's been okay, with arguably ample strawberrytime, and meetings with the respective cliques. :) Recently Joy and i even went on our BIG CLOTH EXPEDITION. Hahaha. Tiring but fun. Everybody else is busy with work. BFF's been plagued by some dilemmas, but unemployed yanyan's always here to lend a listening ear. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So life's like that. I've been trying to compartmentalize certain things, and have been rather successful so far. I guess we're meant to move on. Collige virgo rosas; i guess i'll just not think so much. Sit back and  enjoy my youth, as it slips slowly and surely away...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4645671553859428578-7930634148672656776?l=threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7930634148672656776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4645671553859428578&amp;postID=7930634148672656776' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/7930634148672656776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/7930634148672656776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-its-alive.html' title='And its alive!'/><author><name>sheryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00776074924088784555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMFDk2QmgCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/flVYNrjyXOQ/S220/72609542.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645671553859428578.post-1172537410801209822</id><published>2008-12-07T19:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T19:37:56.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>help</title><content type='html'>Symptoms:&lt;br /&gt;-Weightloss (all time low-43.9kg. tell me that is not healthy for someone 164cm tall)&lt;br /&gt;-bad dizzy spells (getting quite frequent at that)&lt;br /&gt;-loss of appetite&lt;br /&gt;-constant fatigue&lt;br /&gt;-suffocation in small, crowded areas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i going to die????? Anyone who can give a diagnosis please do!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4645671553859428578-1172537410801209822?l=threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1172537410801209822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4645671553859428578&amp;postID=1172537410801209822' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/1172537410801209822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/1172537410801209822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/2008/12/help.html' title='help'/><author><name>sheryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00776074924088784555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMFDk2QmgCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/flVYNrjyXOQ/S220/72609542.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645671553859428578.post-1582841490158990494</id><published>2008-11-28T15:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T15:56:18.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>as the days go by...</title><content type='html'>Well. I have done QUITE alot between this post and the previous. Am too lazy to list everything. so shall just highlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Day-out with Row! :)&lt;br /&gt;Long-awaited shopping trip. We had our nails done! The manicurist was awesome! Price was $6, and she gave us discounts! But what blew me away was her patience. I messed up my newly done nails THRICE and she fixed it everytime! Service with (patient) honour man. LOL. Totally love my new chocolate brown nails, and row her white ones. :) Girls, go to fareast #04-37! Highly recommended. Affordable quality service. :) Visit their &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.glamznails.com"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Britney's Circus Birthday Bash&lt;br /&gt;Simin won invites to this party and invited me! THANKS. :) So we finally went to Zouk to have a look. Velvet Underground made me rather claustrophobic though. We entertained ourselves by trying to down the gross pineapple drink, and watching the couple in front of us PDA. Hahaha. But it was a fun experience, got to people-watch, and the pole dancing was SMOKIN'. Im so gonna learn it and have a pole installed in my bedroom next time. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Joy's prom prep!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha the girl got her hair and accessories settled, finally! Got pretty shoes and a clutch, plus pretty hair after her $85 haircut and $100 treatment! She looks like a million bucks, so its all worth it, rich girl! ;) Jh accompanied us throughout, and i got a muffin treat cos i finally found the long-awaited screen protector at audiohouse! :) dint dig the salesgirl's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eau de cigarettes &lt;/span&gt;though. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL now i shall shower and head out to satisfy my craving for peanutbutter cups! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4645671553859428578-1582841490158990494?l=threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1582841490158990494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4645671553859428578&amp;postID=1582841490158990494' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/1582841490158990494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/1582841490158990494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/2008/11/as-days-go-by.html' title='as the days go by...'/><author><name>sheryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00776074924088784555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMFDk2QmgCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/flVYNrjyXOQ/S220/72609542.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645671553859428578.post-3424778712537220977</id><published>2008-11-24T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T17:19:54.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screw it; this is a rant</title><content type='html'>I hereby announce that i am now weighing around 45kg, and have maintained this weight for a week or so. Screw anyone who has anything to say about that. I am sick and tired of hearing "Aiyo why your waist so big?" or "Before i gave birth my weight NEVER exceeded 45kg" when im above 45kg, and "You look so skinny and unhealthy" and "Why do you have no ass? So flat." when im below that benchmark weight. STOP IT ALREADY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not like i deliberately gain or lose weight, i dont diet or whatever. There is such a thing called STRESS. I know you cant pronounce it but you should at least know the bloody meaning right?! Gosh i am SO over this. Please. Stop making me hate the way i look with all these sickass comments. I dont even know what you want. So do i be above or below 45? Make up your bloody mind already. Im sorry im not as curvy as my sister. Its the GENES. We actually get different DNA you know. -rolls eyes. And stop saying that she's fat just cos she has boobs. Stop comparing us. It makes NOONE feel good. Which parent tells a perfectly healthy, goodlooking growing fifteen-year-old that she eats too much? It hurts you know. Even I can feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Bosola says, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll be mine own example.&lt;/span&gt;" I shall eat, exercise, or whatever as i deem fit. Who cares what you think. I'll be the boss of me. Wei, if you are reading this, i hope you do the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4645671553859428578-3424778712537220977?l=threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3424778712537220977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4645671553859428578&amp;postID=3424778712537220977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/3424778712537220977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/3424778712537220977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/2008/11/screw-it-this-is-rant.html' title='Screw it; this is a rant'/><author><name>sheryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00776074924088784555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMFDk2QmgCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/flVYNrjyXOQ/S220/72609542.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645671553859428578.post-6788523849983660955</id><published>2008-11-23T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T21:50:43.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Milestone; 23112008</title><content type='html'>Today was a big day! After 18years of eating, i finally cooked a full meal for my family+2maids+my grandparents+twin cousins! :D :D :D I did everything, from shopping for the ingredients($46) to chopping them(my fingers are stuck with the smell of garlic now. :S) to cooking! Haha as you can tell, i am totally proud of myself. LOL. I would've taken a picture of my work, but i forgot one dish and by the time i was done with it everyone'd started already. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Menu for the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Fried &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chyesim&lt;/span&gt; with dried shrimp&lt;br /&gt;Broccoli with Scallops&lt;br /&gt;Codfish with Teriyaki Sauce&lt;br /&gt;Fried Garlic Prawns with (minimal) butter&lt;br /&gt;Colourful Chicken Soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. Now i just need to learn how to work that damned washing machine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4645671553859428578-6788523849983660955?l=threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6788523849983660955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4645671553859428578&amp;postID=6788523849983660955' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/6788523849983660955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/6788523849983660955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/2008/11/milestone-23112008.html' title='Milestone; 23112008'/><author><name>sheryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00776074924088784555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMFDk2QmgCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/flVYNrjyXOQ/S220/72609542.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645671553859428578.post-8276783548822032626</id><published>2008-11-20T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T10:28:07.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its overrrrrrrrr</title><content type='html'>Like, seriously. No more studying! I am choosing to ignore the results factor. But the emotions felt yesterday were kinda bland. Others were screaming, cheering and taking pictures, but i was just, numb. Haha. I guess that's a pretty common phenomenon. Elevation followed by a (comic) anticlimax. :X But there really was an element of bathos. For me, at least. Well. Now that i have loads of free time(no concert! sigh) i guess i can finally do things that i want to do! But firstly i must earn the money to afford them. LOL. Anyone has a good recommendation??? I have rather good work attitude, am GENERALLY punctual, and am too wimpy to take long breaks! -beams. HAH self-advert. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today's the day of the dinner at hyatt!! [cue people who know about it: hahahahahahahahahahahaha. :X]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4645671553859428578-8276783548822032626?l=threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8276783548822032626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4645671553859428578&amp;postID=8276783548822032626' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/8276783548822032626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/8276783548822032626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-overrrrrrrrr.html' title='Its overrrrrrrrr'/><author><name>sheryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00776074924088784555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMFDk2QmgCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/flVYNrjyXOQ/S220/72609542.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645671553859428578.post-1905019125227600119</id><published>2008-11-18T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T18:48:17.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not from you</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;A tentative look&lt;br /&gt;    (a definite picking up of the book)&lt;br /&gt;A buzz, a signal&lt;br /&gt;    (a fumbling of the fingers)&lt;br /&gt;A flicker of hope&lt;br /&gt;    (yeah, right, nope.)&lt;br /&gt;Because then i knew-&lt;br /&gt;    its not from you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4645671553859428578-1905019125227600119?l=threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1905019125227600119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4645671553859428578&amp;postID=1905019125227600119' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/1905019125227600119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/1905019125227600119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/2008/11/not-from-you.html' title='Not from you'/><author><name>sheryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00776074924088784555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMFDk2QmgCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/flVYNrjyXOQ/S220/72609542.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645671553859428578.post-5993160808101029416</id><published>2008-11-17T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T00:10:33.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 random (and possibly lame) things</title><content type='html'>haha this list is just to kill time while waiting for my BELOVED SISTER TO FINISH HER BUS SEARCH. -turns and stares at her sister who is currently mumbling bus numbers to herself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I'd like to thank Billie Holiday and Mika, for crooning out nice songs to soothe my frazzled nerves while mugging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I wonder if Africa will really replace China if the imperialists followed through with their idealistic promises. (yes im STILL thinking about it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I am sleepy. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I should really go and collect my radio-alarm clock from my uncle's house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I want to watch movies and tv really badlyyy. :( TWO MORE DAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I never knew a sincere compliment was capable of being so disgusting till today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I just shuddered at the memory of the above. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I KNOW this post is extremely boring-sorry peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I am reaching the end of the said list and my sister is STILL NOT DONE._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I am going (wo)manhandle her back to the room after this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4645671553859428578-5993160808101029416?l=threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5993160808101029416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4645671553859428578&amp;postID=5993160808101029416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/5993160808101029416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/5993160808101029416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/2008/11/10-random-and-possibly-lame-things.html' title='10 random (and possibly lame) things'/><author><name>sheryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00776074924088784555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMFDk2QmgCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/flVYNrjyXOQ/S220/72609542.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645671553859428578.post-6702455036681022714</id><published>2008-11-13T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T21:30:50.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Omg</title><content type='html'>This is so sad! I started bawling right after the minute long video. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NbodlwzVLbE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NbodlwzVLbE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4645671553859428578-6702455036681022714?l=threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6702455036681022714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4645671553859428578&amp;postID=6702455036681022714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/6702455036681022714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/6702455036681022714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/2008/11/omg.html' title='Omg'/><author><name>sheryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00776074924088784555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMFDk2QmgCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/flVYNrjyXOQ/S220/72609542.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645671553859428578.post-5348686212715072862</id><published>2008-11-08T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T12:24:19.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eek rubbish post</title><content type='html'>This is so not the time to blog. But sigh. I kinda need to express myself. Esp now when my stupid "shoeshine" phone making me type rubbish to everyone. Sorry friends. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. As the Chinese proverb goes, I've a belly full of angst. :( I feel so sick. Of As, of school, of people, of everything. I guess that's what cumulative filtering out of negative feelings and forced cheeriness does to you. Suddenly concerned parents, empathetic people irk you and you feel like just shutting the door to them or running away. The A monster is getting to me. :( I need to do so many things, be worried abt so many ppl/things and it just gets kinda overwhelming. The "look forward and keep moving" tactic seems to be losing effect, and im barely halfway through As.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everyone who care enough to read this: Im sorry if if ive been taking you for granted and been unappreciative. Im sorry if my results disappoint you. Im sorry for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing- I've learnt to skirt the truth, tell halftruths, lie. Dont know if its a good thing or not. But honesty has proven not to be the best policy. So yeah. IM A TERRIBLE PERSON! i wana move to mars. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4645671553859428578-5348686212715072862?l=threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5348686212715072862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4645671553859428578&amp;postID=5348686212715072862' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/5348686212715072862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/5348686212715072862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/2008/11/eek-rubbish-post.html' title='eek rubbish post'/><author><name>sheryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00776074924088784555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMFDk2QmgCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/flVYNrjyXOQ/S220/72609542.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645671553859428578.post-7366516548341300076</id><published>2008-10-28T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T20:18:17.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAHA</title><content type='html'>When val told me about it today i thought it'd be sth from SNL. But apparently not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zAK_wQ9rhjg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zAK_wQ9rhjg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL its quite hilarious! But you'd really have to hand it to her man. Playing this bimbo card for so long now and still being able to make money from it. And its not even  like she needs the extra cash! Rich-poor divide much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit/&lt;br /&gt;Oh i just realised the video was a response to a suan frm McCain in one of his speeches. So shes not that dumb after all. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4645671553859428578-7366516548341300076?l=threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7366516548341300076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4645671553859428578&amp;postID=7366516548341300076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/7366516548341300076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/7366516548341300076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/2008/10/hahaha.html' title='HAHAHA'/><author><name>sheryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00776074924088784555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMFDk2QmgCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/flVYNrjyXOQ/S220/72609542.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645671553859428578.post-5760558192355800836</id><published>2008-10-27T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T13:20:04.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>theythey; part meme</title><content type='html'>Haha comment if you want the questions! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Val, Simin&lt;br /&gt;2. Hwee Geok!&lt;br /&gt;3. Im happy with my own. :)&lt;br /&gt;4. Basically everyone who is not evil&lt;br /&gt;5. Val, my sis!&lt;br /&gt;6. Hahaha err me? :X&lt;br /&gt;7. Val, Row&lt;br /&gt;8. I dunno...&lt;br /&gt;9. LDD&lt;br /&gt;10. Anyone but me. I'll cry tgt with them. :X&lt;br /&gt;11. Uh. hg?&lt;br /&gt;12. All my friends:)&lt;br /&gt;13. High profile ppl&lt;br /&gt;14. I  agree with val- BRUNO!&lt;br /&gt;15. Hahah delle! Our crossdress-to-town day!&lt;br /&gt;16. My younger sis. X)&lt;br /&gt;17.  ME!&lt;br /&gt;18. The Lord. But val's princessy too! :P&lt;br /&gt;19. Everyone but me. :(&lt;br /&gt;20. Everyone's view is different? -doesnt get question&lt;br /&gt;21. ME! MUAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;22. AGAIN! MUAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;23. noone! :P&lt;br /&gt;24. scary ppl who GLARE. -shudders&lt;br /&gt;25. Haha i havent been exposed to THAT side of ppl, thankfully. :S&lt;br /&gt;26. Uh, strawberry?&lt;br /&gt;27. Ditto, my family, delle &lt;br /&gt;28. MY SISTER&gt; HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;29. Strawberry :)&lt;br /&gt;30. BEWARE; THE ATTACK OF THE MUSHROOMS IS COMING&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4645671553859428578-5760558192355800836?l=threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5760558192355800836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4645671553859428578&amp;postID=5760558192355800836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/5760558192355800836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/5760558192355800836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/2008/10/theythey-part-meme.html' title='theythey; part meme'/><author><name>sheryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00776074924088784555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMFDk2QmgCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/flVYNrjyXOQ/S220/72609542.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645671553859428578.post-5116618574298863330</id><published>2008-10-24T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T22:42:28.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THANKSIES; 23102008</title><content type='html'>My eighteenth was a happy one indeed. THANKYOU to all that gave me presents, well-wishes, celebration and FOOD! You know who you are(and obviously so do i), and i love you all! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha i have to mention, this year's the record-high number of food items i've received! Cake, sweets, cookies, turkish icecream, you name it, i've received it! Heh. Sher's gonna be one big fat happy ball! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, thanks everyone!!! I feel loved. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4645671553859428578-5116618574298863330?l=threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5116618574298863330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4645671553859428578&amp;postID=5116618574298863330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/5116618574298863330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/5116618574298863330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/2008/10/thanksies-23102008.html' title='THANKSIES; 23102008'/><author><name>sheryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00776074924088784555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMFDk2QmgCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/flVYNrjyXOQ/S220/72609542.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645671553859428578.post-690659222380224242</id><published>2008-10-18T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T00:14:33.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eek i realised not everything i uploaded was up! :( Rah im too tired to redo it la. If you want a picture we took with my cam just ask aite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G'nite! |-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4645671553859428578-690659222380224242?l=threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/690659222380224242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4645671553859428578&amp;postID=690659222380224242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/690659222380224242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/690659222380224242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/2008/10/eek-i-realised-not-everything-i.html' title=''/><author><name>sheryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00776074924088784555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMFDk2QmgCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/flVYNrjyXOQ/S220/72609542.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645671553859428578.post-2352770213138010825</id><published>2008-10-17T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T00:11:13.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell assembly+route08</title><content type='html'>Well im quite tired so let the pictures do the talking! They're not in order, cos im lazy. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SPi3Yk11xCI/AAAAAAAAAKY/7BihpsO7doU/s1600-h/DSC00052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SPi3Yk11xCI/AAAAAAAAAKY/7BihpsO7doU/s320/DSC00052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258154197789295650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SPi3ZNss_LI/AAAAAAAAAKg/5OvHXGQAi1w/s1600-h/DSC00053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SPi3ZNss_LI/AAAAAAAAAKg/5OvHXGQAi1w/s320/DSC00053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258154208756825266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SPi3ZzSlS4I/AAAAAAAAAKo/wgoMLitLRJg/s1600-h/DSC00055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SPi3ZzSlS4I/AAAAAAAAAKo/wgoMLitLRJg/s320/DSC00055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258154218847816578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SPi3aUJGn5I/AAAAAAAAAKw/RTTdkqDO_Z4/s1600-h/DSC00056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SPi3aUJGn5I/AAAAAAAAAKw/RTTdkqDO_Z4/s320/DSC00056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258154227666427794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SPi2plWHHcI/AAAAAAAAAJw/W5PsRxiabts/s1600-h/DSC00041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SPi2plWHHcI/AAAAAAAAAJw/W5PsRxiabts/s320/DSC00041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258153390470798786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SPi2qE5QwkI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/FD6XUfEz7U8/s1600-h/DSC00043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SPi2qE5QwkI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/FD6XUfEz7U8/s320/DSC00043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258153398939730498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SPi2qjW-qII/AAAAAAAAAKA/HUkC8-E7Q4U/s1600-h/DSC00048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SPi2qjW-qII/AAAAAAAAAKA/HUkC8-E7Q4U/s320/DSC00048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258153407117437058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SPi2rT8Ur8I/AAAAAAAAAKI/rgm6rSf3bhI/s1600-h/DSC00049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SPi2rT8Ur8I/AAAAAAAAAKI/rgm6rSf3bhI/s320/DSC00049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258153420158971842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SPi2r8Hvu3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/gTjF2FgY0js/s1600-h/DSC00050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SPi2r8Hvu3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/gTjF2FgY0js/s320/DSC00050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258153430944299890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SPiobWes0iI/AAAAAAAAAJI/LUkI0uyLQ9A/s1600-h/DSC00030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SPiobWes0iI/AAAAAAAAAJI/LUkI0uyLQ9A/s320/DSC00030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258137752799334946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SPiocF3widI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Ihrc68OgOQM/s1600-h/DSC00032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SPiocF3widI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Ihrc68OgOQM/s320/DSC00032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258137765520902610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SPiocvE4lsI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ODKQMMt90co/s1600-h/DSC00034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SPiocvE4lsI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ODKQMMt90co/s320/DSC00034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258137776581809858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SPinbneQxyI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nR9J6Utd29E/s320/DSC00021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258136657849272098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SPinch6MQCI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Ip2a7N6S4ik/s1600-h/DSC00022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SPinch6MQCI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Ip2a7N6S4ik/s320/DSC00022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258136673535672354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SPindoye3wI/AAAAAAAAAIw/EOgSHuahK1w/s1600-h/DSC00023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SPindoye3wI/AAAAAAAAAIw/EOgSHuahK1w/s320/DSC00023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258136692562255618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SPiiKnhiWwI/AAAAAAAAAH4/T_XYTcOQQlg/s320/DSC00004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258130868247091970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SPiiLGtzeII/AAAAAAAAAIA/9jkAtFIYUdU/s1600-h/DSC00007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SPiiLGtzeII/AAAAAAAAAIA/9jkAtFIYUdU/s320/DSC00007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258130876620044418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SPiiL5wHq_I/AAAAAAAAAII/l-GembdEVSU/s1600-h/DSC00012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SPiiL5wHq_I/AAAAAAAAAII/l-GembdEVSU/s320/DSC00012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258130890319965170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SPiiMm7eYHI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/XX0glNSIKWY/s1600-h/DSC00013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SPiiMm7eYHI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/XX0glNSIKWY/s320/DSC00013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258130902447186034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well peeps. Disappointed there're no unglam shots uploaded? Well if you were one of my victims today when i found my hidden papparazi talent, feel free to approach me for them! Im not THAT evil as to publish them la. Not yetttttt. ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4645671553859428578-2352770213138010825?l=threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2352770213138010825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4645671553859428578&amp;postID=2352770213138010825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/2352770213138010825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/2352770213138010825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/2008/10/farewell-assemblyroute08.html' title='Farewell assembly+route08'/><author><name>sheryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00776074924088784555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMFDk2QmgCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/flVYNrjyXOQ/S220/72609542.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SPi3Yk11xCI/AAAAAAAAAKY/7BihpsO7doU/s72-c/DSC00052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645671553859428578.post-2865291064846332709</id><published>2008-10-16T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T22:05:04.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sucky poem. :X</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hahaha this is really bad; im glad hardly anyone will see this!&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer- Im bored, tired, and all burned out from the geog mock today. So..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caveat Lector!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Here goesss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Untitled&lt;br /&gt;(But dedicated to my dear braidy bunch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We once were little JC ones,&lt;br /&gt;whose aims were just to have some fun.&lt;br /&gt;We burnt a table, rolled around,&lt;br /&gt;and made some really funny sounds&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a blast, but time has come&lt;br /&gt;for us to get some REAL work done.&lt;br /&gt;But after our horrendous As&lt;br /&gt;we'll scream and shout and PLAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;refers specifically to val's hyperventilating laughs. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hahaha that was written within the time my sister took to shower. But scan it! I tried to put some rhythm in (OMG ITS DAMN HARD i have a new admiration to them poets now. :S) Iambic tetrameter. Kinda? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats enough randomness for one night. BYEEE. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4645671553859428578-2865291064846332709?l=threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2865291064846332709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4645671553859428578&amp;postID=2865291064846332709' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/2865291064846332709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/2865291064846332709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/2008/10/sucky-poem-x.html' title='Sucky poem. :X'/><author><name>sheryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00776074924088784555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMFDk2QmgCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/flVYNrjyXOQ/S220/72609542.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645671553859428578.post-3833581263071784492</id><published>2008-10-14T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T12:39:18.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last words from a failed baker</title><content type='html'>Smores. Are. Killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dies from all the sweetness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4645671553859428578-3833581263071784492?l=threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3833581263071784492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4645671553859428578&amp;postID=3833581263071784492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/3833581263071784492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/3833581263071784492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/2008/10/last-words-from-failed-baker.html' title='last words from a failed baker'/><author><name>sheryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00776074924088784555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMFDk2QmgCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/flVYNrjyXOQ/S220/72609542.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645671553859428578.post-6545153211862726126</id><published>2008-10-12T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T22:16:58.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O.O</title><content type='html'>Okay i dont care if this is fake or old stuff or whatever. Like, wow. It's even in sync with the music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YWFpPST94wU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YWFpPST94wU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school's officially over (last wed)! In an attempt to harness some feelings, delle, val and i compiled a list each, "List of Weird Things I've Done in School (NJC)" I'm up to 70! O.O That's saying something man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights of my list include:&lt;br /&gt;-Sewing a bra in the canteen&lt;br /&gt;-Entering a boy's toilet when someone's in it [TWICE]&lt;br /&gt;-Calling "Audrey" my bag fat in front of Audrey the person [i didnt knw!!! T.T]&lt;br /&gt;-Rolling &amp;amp; Duckwalking around the track&lt;br /&gt;-Burning a table&lt;br /&gt;-Having teacher digging for gossip frm me&lt;br /&gt;-Saying "BOOBS" during my A level oral presentation&lt;br /&gt;-Faking my way into donating blood&lt;br /&gt;-Wearing a strapless frilly bra for pe and getting caught by delle and val [duno what's wrong with me :/]&lt;br /&gt;-Getting my face stroked by my teacher during GP. :X&lt;br /&gt;-Having the canteen auntie asking me if i wanted HEROIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha there're like manymany more, some of which too embarrassing for publicizing. :X&lt;br /&gt;Damn im weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4645671553859428578-6545153211862726126?l=threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6545153211862726126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4645671553859428578&amp;postID=6545153211862726126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/6545153211862726126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/6545153211862726126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/2008/10/oo.html' title='O.O'/><author><name>sheryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00776074924088784555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMFDk2QmgCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/flVYNrjyXOQ/S220/72609542.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645671553859428578.post-9005520071336008206</id><published>2008-10-02T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T20:53:56.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bucket List</title><content type='html'>I'm making my own &lt;a href="http://thebucketlist.warnerbros.com/"&gt;Bucket List&lt;/a&gt;- "The list of all the things to do before we kick the bucket"&lt;br /&gt;No cliched i-wanna-go-skydiving stuff, partly cos im afraid of heights. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Have sex. [its so sad to die a virgin!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Visit Macchu Picchu [who says the song didnt have an impact on me!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SOS3XLgDztI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Ewx2qhx6_6E/s1600-h/Macchu_Picchu_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SOS3XLgDztI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Ewx2qhx6_6E/s320/Macchu_Picchu_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252524674272972498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Go to a Rock Concert [i know im sad la.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Drive a bulldozer [im not giving up on my fantasy!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Own something from Tiffany &amp;amp; Co.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Ensure that at least ONE child from the Smoky Mountain/Ethiopia has a basic education [there's only so much i can do, like practically]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Produce something that goes on national television [i dream of being an advertiser]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Find a sea turtle on my own [no more help frm the guide!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Spend at least one month alone on an island away from home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Attend a proper ball [like those Cinderella kind, LOL]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Make something all by myself [like a pair of shoes or a vase]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Watch an Arsenal Match in the Emirates Stadium!!! [honeymoon dream HAHA]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Get married to one i love, and have children [maternal instinct ._.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Excel at a job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Buy my  parents a house in someplace exotic [maybe i'll get another sibling!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Climb a mountain proper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Change somebody's life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Build a pineapple house under the sea [:D]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Learn how to tango&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Visit the red light district in Amsterdam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Dine out at a fancy restaurant everyday of a week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) Spend one whole day watching artsy fartsy foreign movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Join a protest march for a cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Get a faith/religion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Visit all the global cities in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Stay at the &lt;a href="http://www.giraffemanor.com/"&gt;giraffe manor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.taschen.com/media/images/320/default_great_esc_africa_exc_02_0706271100_id_59175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.taschen.com/media/images/320/default_great_esc_africa_exc_02_0706271100_id_59175.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) Attend a red carpet event&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) Attend the weddings of my besties:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) Attend the birthday parties of the kids of the above:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) Have my own garden [ah sadd i know!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And the list goes on. I have so many things i wanna do! Listening to my mom's story abt her colleague's daughter possibly getting leukemia really shakes things up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4645671553859428578-9005520071336008206?l=threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/9005520071336008206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4645671553859428578&amp;postID=9005520071336008206' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/9005520071336008206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/9005520071336008206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-bucket-list.html' title='My Bucket List'/><author><name>sheryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00776074924088784555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMFDk2QmgCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/flVYNrjyXOQ/S220/72609542.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SOS3XLgDztI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Ewx2qhx6_6E/s72-c/Macchu_Picchu_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645671553859428578.post-236937903203163525</id><published>2008-10-01T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T19:48:26.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meme Virginity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Heh. No more! (I swear im sucha loser)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This is taken frm Ksah and Teri. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Things apply to me are in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and comments are in [ ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am 5'4" or shorter. [5'4'' on the dot! :@]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I think I'm ugly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I tan easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I wish my hair was a different color. [&lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;No Way&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;. Black=Asian=Me]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I have a tattoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I am self-conscious about my appearance. [Guilty! Very. :S]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I have/I've had braces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I wear glasses sometimes. [6/6 yooo!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'd get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free, scar-free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I've been told I'm attractive by a complete stranger.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; [&lt;i&gt;(because I attract weirdos) &lt;/i&gt;same as ksah here]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I have more than 2 piercings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I have piercings in places besides my ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I have freckles.[HATE em]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Family/Home life&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I've sworn at my parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've been kicked out of the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;My biological parents are together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I have a sibling less than one year old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I want to have kids someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I have children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've lost a child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Embarrassment&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I've slipped out a "lol" in a spoken conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Disney movies still make me cry.[haha. damn.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I've snorted while laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I've laughed so hard I've cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I've glued my finger to something.[my other finger]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I've laughed till some kind of beverage came out of my nose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've had my pants rip in public.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; [okay. unglam=me :X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I was born with a disease/impairment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've had stitches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've broken a bone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've had my tonsils removed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've sat in a doctor's office with a friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've had my wisdom teeth removed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I had a serious surgery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I've had chicken pox.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Travelling&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I've driven over 200 miles in one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I've been on a plane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I've been to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Canada&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I've been to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Niagara Falls&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I've been to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Japan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I've Celebrated Mardi Gras in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;New   Orleans&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I've been to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" st="on"&gt;Europe&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I've been to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" st="on"&gt;Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I've been to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;France&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Experiences&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I've been lost in my city. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I've seen a shooting star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I've wished on a shooting star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've seen a meteor shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I've gone out in public in my pajamas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I've pushed all the buttons on an elevator. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I've been to a casino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've been skydiving. [Never-ever!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've gone skinny dipping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've played spin the bottle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've crashed a car. [Buggy count? Hahaha.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've been skiing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've been in a play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've met someone in person from the internet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've caught a snowflake on my tongue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've seen the Northern Lights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I've sat on a roof top at night.[Not like there're any stars in Singapore. :/]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've played chicken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I've played a prank on someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I've ridden in a taxi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I've eaten Sushi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've been snowboarding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Relationships&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm single.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I'm in a relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm available.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm engaged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've gone on a blind date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've been the dumpee more than the dumper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I miss someone right now.[WHOOPS sorry TMI]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I have a fear of abandonment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've been divorced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I've had feelings for someone who didn't have them back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've told someone I loved them when I didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've told someone I didn't love them when I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've kept something from a past relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sexuality&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I've had a crush on someone of the same gender. [in the past]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've kissed a member of the same gender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've had sex with someone of the opposite gender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've had sex with someone of the same gender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've had sex with more than one person at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I am a cuddler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've been kissed in the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've had sex outdoors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I've hugged a stranger. [Free hugs. :S]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I have kissed a stranger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I have had sex with a stranger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Honesty/Crime&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I've done something I promised someone else I wouldn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I've done something I promised myself I wouldn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I have lied to my parents about where I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I am keeping a secret from the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I've cheated while playing a game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I've cheated on a test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've run a red light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've been suspended from school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've witnessed a crime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've been in a fist fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've been arrested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I've shoplifted.[omg cotton balls frm cold storage! too cute to resist!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Drugs/Alcohol&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I've consumed alcohol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I smoke cigarettes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I smoke pot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I regularly drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I've taken painkillers when I didn't need them. [well i needed them to sleep]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've done hard drugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've been addicted to an illegal substance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I take cough meds when I'm not sick. [eew!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I can't swallow pills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I can swallow about 5 pills at a time no problem. [3 is the max]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mental health&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I have been diagnosed with depression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I shut others out when I'm depressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I take anti-depressants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I have an eating disorder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I've slept an entire day when I didn't need it.[Best therapy]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've hurt myself on purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm addicted to self harm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've woken up crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Death&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I'm afraid of dying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I hate funerals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've seen someone dying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I have attempted suicide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Someone close to me has attempted suicide. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Someone close to me has committed suicide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Random&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I can sing well. [Hahaha if 'well' is sarcastic then yes. :x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I open up to others too easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I don't kill bugs.[too afraid]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I curse regularly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I sing in the shower.[to the horror to everybody at home]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I am a morning person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I paid for my cell phone ring tone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm a snob about grammar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I am a sports fan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;atic.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;[ARSENAL WOOT]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I play with my hair. [guilty]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I have/had "x"s in my screen name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I love being neat. [but never am]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've copied more than 30 CDs in a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I bake well. [ :( ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;My favorite color is either white, yellow, pink, red or blue. [yellow and red]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't know how to shoot a gun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I am in love with love. [?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I am guilty of tYpInG lIkE tHiS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I laugh at my own jokes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I eat fast food weekly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I believe in ghosts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I am online 24/7, even as an away message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I can't sleep if there is a spider in the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I am really ticklish. [only if im in the mood]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I love white chocolate. [milk chocolate!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I bite my nails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I play video games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm good at remembering faces. [nope]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm good at remembering names. [nope]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm good at remembering dates. [nope. rely on handphone for birthdays. :( ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life. [dont even know if i will pass As. :( ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&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/4645671553859428578-236937903203163525?l=threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/236937903203163525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4645671553859428578&amp;postID=236937903203163525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/236937903203163525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/236937903203163525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/2008/09/meme-virginity.html' title='Meme Virginity'/><author><name>sheryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00776074924088784555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMFDk2QmgCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/flVYNrjyXOQ/S220/72609542.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645671553859428578.post-6111891204141288577</id><published>2008-09-30T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T00:01:38.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends (?)</title><content type='html'>My daddy is tipsy tonight. And my mom is not angry, for once! She's just rather amused. Wow. Humour. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Defence_mechanism#Level_4_Defence_Mechanisms"&gt;Freud's level 4 defense mechanism&lt;/a&gt;! My mommy is pro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since im feeling completely braindead and incoherent, might as well blog right? LOL. Today i shall try to categorize the general term "Friend".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 1-Un-friend&lt;br /&gt;This is the person you might have been rather close to before, but a conflict occurred and you arent friends anymore. There is nearly always a civilly awkward air between you two. I'd put ex-es, people whom you rejected/ got rejected by, and fallen-out besties in this category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 2- Acquaintance&lt;br /&gt;This is the person you say 'Hi' to for courtesy's sake. Prolly seen each other around, and know each others' names, but besides that and the occasional 'How've you been doing?', barely any more exchange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 3- Fair-weathered friend&lt;br /&gt;This is the kind of person i don't like. They act very chummy with you, but only when they want something. Sad fact, but there are many like that. Perhaps the only thing good about this category of people is that they allow you to use them as well sometimes. Like when you don't want to seem like a loser eating alone in the canteen[ note-i eat alone quite often, but i LIKE it. Haha im a loser:) ] It's like, scratch my back and I'll do yours. Hahaha i always found that phrase amusing. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 4- Proximity Friend&lt;br /&gt;This is the friend that you hang out with alot, but only at work/school. You are drawn together by proximity, and spend a huge amount of time together. The person is usually nice, and you get along pretty well, and you probably confide in him/her when in trouble, but you know you wont expect the person to go that extra mile for you; your relationship ends there. Has the potential to move up to higher levels though. Most classmates/ CCA-mates/ colleagues are under this category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 5- Wishful Friend&lt;br /&gt;This friend is the one you ought to treasure but don't. It's really sad, but there is a disparity in the amount of effort put into the friendship between the both of you.  This friend  is very nice to you, and prolly holds you dear, but somehow you dont reciprocate the feeling of friendship. Instead, you might be apathetic, or even repulsed and feel that this individual is "trying too hard". I dont know how to explain this. Lack of chemistry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 6- Friend Wishful&lt;br /&gt;Haha. What goes around comes around. Now YOU are the wishful friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 7- Friend&lt;br /&gt;The typical Friend-in-Need. You know you can rely on this one. You dont have to be physically together 24-7, but you are always there for each other. The foundation is well-laid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 8- Good Friend&lt;br /&gt;Mixture of Friend and Proximity Friend. This one is almost always near you, and your friendship transcends the superficial level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 9- Best Friend&lt;br /&gt;This one is the one with the long standing history. You went through glued-at-the-hip stage, or still are in it. But either way, this is the friend you can tell everything and anything to, anytime, anywhere. You are so close you are beginning to even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;look&lt;/span&gt; like each other. At a point, people might have wondered if the both of you were gay, or together( if the other party is of the other sex). This friend is most precious to you, vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 10- Girl/Boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;Well. Doh! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha if anybody read that, im sorry! Bad post. :S But im feeling random and retarded. So there. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RTIWLTS:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I've become pretty good at filtering/compartmentalizing already. Either that or no-one cares enough to notice. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4645671553859428578-6111891204141288577?l=threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6111891204141288577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4645671553859428578&amp;postID=6111891204141288577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/6111891204141288577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/6111891204141288577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/2008/09/friends.html' title='Friends (?)'/><author><name>sheryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00776074924088784555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMFDk2QmgCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/flVYNrjyXOQ/S220/72609542.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645671553859428578.post-4750158377622575274</id><published>2008-09-26T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T00:20:37.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinful...</title><content type='html'>Haha i've been eating so much lately. Blame it on the food porn. Makes me hungry even after a FULL meal. -oink. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Carl's Junior today with bestie Row:) Passed that pretty girl the cute topshop PJs i got for her birthday. :D And after that i got a saybon treat frm LDD. Sher is one happy fat ball. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well since im onto the topic of sinful food. Just gotta admit McDonald's has the best advertising around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS LITTLE PUNK IS ABSOLUTELY ADORABLE! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0eN9KP6lOZs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0eN9KP6lOZs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's dancing to Cha Cha Slide, an updated verson of the electric slide. Its like the Aces Day song for schools in the States. So much better than those techno shyte we get nowadays. :/ But ah wells. No more Aces Days for me! Ever! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quincy was on Oprah, alongside other amazing kids like a toddler who can memorize the world map and this &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=4645671553859428578&amp;amp;postID=4750158377622575274"&gt;fifteen-year-old&lt;/a&gt; who sings WHITNEY HOUSTON's songs. O.O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4645671553859428578-4750158377622575274?l=threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4750158377622575274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4645671553859428578&amp;postID=4750158377622575274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/4750158377622575274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/4750158377622575274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/2008/09/sinful.html' title='Sinful...'/><author><name>sheryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00776074924088784555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMFDk2QmgCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/flVYNrjyXOQ/S220/72609542.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645671553859428578.post-3895874653827013865</id><published>2008-09-21T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T21:44:01.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joie de vivre</title><content type='html'>LAG... Haha that's what my posts seem to doing huh. :S Well lately i dint have much to write about. Went out with quite a few friends, played a little tennis(uneven tan! :@), ran with my daddy... Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh i've been watching quite alot of discovery and nat geo lately! :D Watched stuff like taboo and most evil. Cool shit! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have developed a fascination about cults and their charismatic leaders lately. Like Charles Manson and Jim Jones. They are horribly evil, yet you cant help but marvel at their immense power over others. Imagine being able to see everyone's weakness and use it to control them, or to have so much influence on your 900 followers that they'll willingly ingest cyanide just with one order of yours, or just having followers at that! But power corrupts, and cult leaders usually go kinda kuku towards the end. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Charisma is often used to describe an elusive, even undefinable personality trait that often includes the seemingly 'supernatural' or uncanny ability to lead, charm, persuade, inspire, and/or influence people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charisma"&gt;Charisma&lt;/a&gt; is a talent huh. Haha people usually use that word to categorize attractive people who have no outstanding feature. Like, haven't you heard someone go, "He's not that hot, but i like him... *pauses as she tries to think of a logical explanation of why she does...* OH. He's charismatic!" Hahaha i've been guilty of using the word too broadly as well (not in the context of my rather bimbotic example laa) so i guess we all learn something new everyday! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4645671553859428578-3895874653827013865?l=threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3895874653827013865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4645671553859428578&amp;postID=3895874653827013865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/3895874653827013865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/3895874653827013865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/2008/09/joie-de-vivre.html' title='Joie de vivre'/><author><name>sheryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00776074924088784555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMFDk2QmgCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/flVYNrjyXOQ/S220/72609542.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645671553859428578.post-7782760686285440659</id><published>2008-09-15T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T21:04:02.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Borrowed metaphor- Filter Funnel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SIMIN! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny stuff really keeps blackass thoughts away huh. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha omg this is one fantastic ventriloquist! Plus, he's hilarious as a standup comedian! LOL today my classmates told me i had a talent as an SC, but after checking out the competition, i think i'd better stay outta e game ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed flashvars="videoId=102854" src="http://www.comedycentral.com/sitewide/video_player/view/default/swf.jhtml" quality="high" bgcolor="#cccccc" name="comedy_central_player" allowscriptaccess="always" allownetworking="external" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" height="316" width="332"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurricane- Exciting at first but ends in disaster. HAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knw the thing says 'no longer available' but just press Play. It works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed flashvars="videoId=49660" src="http://www.comedycentral.com/sitewide/video_player/view/default/swf.jhtml" quality="high" bgcolor="#cccccc" name="comedy_central_player" allowscriptaccess="always" allownetworking="external" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" height="316" width="332"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stop looking at my stee-ek." :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4645671553859428578-7782760686285440659?l=threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7782760686285440659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4645671553859428578&amp;postID=7782760686285440659' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/7782760686285440659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/7782760686285440659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/2008/09/hahaha-omg-this-is-one-fantastic.html' title='Borrowed metaphor- Filter Funnel'/><author><name>sheryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00776074924088784555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMFDk2QmgCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/flVYNrjyXOQ/S220/72609542.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645671553859428578.post-8346492046478126914</id><published>2008-09-13T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T20:48:32.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lantern Festival</title><content type='html'>Haha today's post is gonna be all about the girl whom i share a room with for fifteen years of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NERDY KWOK AKA KWOK SHER WEI :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMvbU-k8bcI/AAAAAAAAAGg/qCaBWkLxSqI/s1600-h/-_-.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMvbU-k8bcI/AAAAAAAAAGg/qCaBWkLxSqI/s320/-_-.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245527344444894658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we were locked out of the house with $135 worth of groceries! T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMvbUw3IMlI/AAAAAAAAAGo/lECeNQKnoW4/s1600-h/DSC00077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMvbUw3IMlI/AAAAAAAAAGo/lECeNQKnoW4/s320/DSC00077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245527340763066962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with each other's company we passed the time quickly. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMvbVDdLh-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/jk0TtA5eV1M/s1600-h/DSC00078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMvbVDdLh-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/jk0TtA5eV1M/s320/DSC00078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245527345754507234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at night we went back to the nostalgic habits of our childhood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMvbVUCUxZI/AAAAAAAAAG4/X34UQFE96WU/s1600-h/DSC00085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMvbVUCUxZI/AAAAAAAAAG4/X34UQFE96WU/s320/DSC00085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245527350205269394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We carried lanterns around! X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMvbVu4WvPI/AAAAAAAAAHA/_VpHwBjfAkQ/s1600-h/DSC00087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMvbVu4WvPI/AAAAAAAAAHA/_VpHwBjfAkQ/s320/DSC00087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245527357411212530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha we even managed to drag Ria along! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMvcfJL464I/AAAAAAAAAHI/vbtxF_k4o6Q/s1600-h/DSC00089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMvcfJL464I/AAAAAAAAAHI/vbtxF_k4o6Q/s320/DSC00089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245528618602916738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha although it was *a little* embarrassing, we had lotsa fun! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMvcfUb6rbI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/y5rZ7vztJOo/s1600-h/DSC00091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMvcfUb6rbI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/y5rZ7vztJOo/s320/DSC00091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245528621622930866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMvcftL3kWI/AAAAAAAAAHY/zoxb-b2PSs4/s1600-h/DSC00097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMvcftL3kWI/AAAAAAAAAHY/zoxb-b2PSs4/s320/DSC00097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245528628266504546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMvcf4Fl9mI/AAAAAAAAAHg/KlZwNkmnNO4/s1600-h/DSC00099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMvcf4Fl9mI/AAAAAAAAAHg/KlZwNkmnNO4/s320/DSC00099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245528631192974946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha my sis says i look like a ghost in this one. Whoo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMvjZ1CkICI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Q3oANvg7x08/s1600-h/DSC00095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMvjZ1CkICI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Q3oANvg7x08/s320/DSC00095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245536223877144610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL okay now everyone can see the horribly childish habits of the Sher Sisters. :$ But hey at least we're in touch with our culture right? &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4645671553859428578-8346492046478126914?l=threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8346492046478126914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4645671553859428578&amp;postID=8346492046478126914' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/8346492046478126914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/8346492046478126914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/2008/09/lantern-festival.html' title='Lantern Festival'/><author><name>sheryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00776074924088784555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMFDk2QmgCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/flVYNrjyXOQ/S220/72609542.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMvbU-k8bcI/AAAAAAAAAGg/qCaBWkLxSqI/s72-c/-_-.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645671553859428578.post-353399496871613705</id><published>2008-09-12T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T23:58:54.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Your Body</title><content type='html'>Whoo today i slept till noon! :D My daddy was like, "Wah. New record ar, follow your sister already." LOL she never fails to sleep in when she can, regardless of whether she slept at 9 or 3 the night before. :X Im turning into my little sister!!!!! :X :X :X Hahaha, my little sister who acts like she's older than me. Anyone who's went out with me and my sis would notice that she's always the one helping me along when i muck up. Haha. Like today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new pretty slippers were totally having an episode today. Joy(whom i met up with before my sis came) also asked whats wrong with them today cos they kept tripping me and falling out. But the worst was when i was walking up the stairs at the orchard underpass. I tripped over them and fell with a loud clatter, which reverberated through the passagewat SO LOUDLY i wanted to die. :( And when i fell i made a fervent  grab  in the air to regain my balance and guess what i grabbed? A MAN'S ANKLE. :$:$:$ So i ended up with a scraped knee, stubbed toe, bruised ego, and an insanely hysterical sister. She couldnt stop laughing la! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so traumatised all the satisfaction from the  awesome salmon-with-creamed-cheese-and-CUCUMBERS( i usually avoid these but this was so good i just ate it:)-on-multi-grained&lt;br /&gt;sandwich i has at Toast with joy disappeared. :=(  I ended up relying on serious retail therapy with my sis. Spent like 73bucks  at The Body Shop.  :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit/&lt;br /&gt;OMG i think im so stupid. Just read two scary Gothic tales just before midnight! :X &lt;a href="http://www.online-literature.com/poe/24/"&gt;The Black Cat &lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.online-literature.com/poe/44/"&gt;The Tell-Tale Heart&lt;/a&gt; by Edgar Allen Poe. So scaryyy. -shivers. But i think The Tell-Tale Heart is quite nice. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RTIWLTS: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I dont understand why. Sigh. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4645671553859428578-353399496871613705?l=threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/353399496871613705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4645671553859428578&amp;postID=353399496871613705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/353399496871613705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/353399496871613705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-your-body.html' title='Love Your Body'/><author><name>sheryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00776074924088784555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMFDk2QmgCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/flVYNrjyXOQ/S220/72609542.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645671553859428578.post-1597746704620889339</id><published>2008-09-10T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T23:18:30.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn on Billie..</title><content type='html'>.. is really nice! Haha try it, it's just click away! *points to imeem playlist.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went out with Girlfriend today. :) I bought Simin's gifts, and she got a tube to complement her pretty dresses(WHICH I TOTALLY CANT PULL OFF. :'(!),  and we both bought salmon onigiri, which we chomped into at the exact same time, making the exact same crunch sound. Hahaha we laughed so much it was embarrassing. Miss Punctual was fifteen minutes early, while i was five late! :( MUST BE EARLIER THAN DELLE NEXT TIME. -determined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bus journey there, i sat infront of this little old man. He was singing a Cantonese song under his breath. I dont know whether if it was his voice, or the tune, but the song was really soothing, and i found myself enjoying it, instead of being freaked out or irked like how a normal teenage girl would feel if a strange old dude was singing in her ear. It was some love song, but due to my weak grasp of the dialect i couldnt really understand the whole song, just bits and pieces of it. I wanted to tell the uncle  his singing was really good, but when i  turned around i couldnt speak. His eyes were closed, and i could tell his song was really heartfelt, by the slight grimace on his face, like each note was tugging on his heartstrings. At that moment i felt extremely extremely sad. I dont know why, not even now. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Old people make me sad too.&lt;/span&gt; :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay im too emo to blog already. :(:(:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know im crazy. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4645671553859428578-1597746704620889339?l=threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1597746704620889339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4645671553859428578&amp;postID=1597746704620889339' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/1597746704620889339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/1597746704620889339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/2008/09/turn-on-billie.html' title='Turn on Billie..'/><author><name>sheryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00776074924088784555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMFDk2QmgCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/flVYNrjyXOQ/S220/72609542.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645671553859428578.post-6851599997650147247</id><published>2008-09-09T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T22:34:06.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ab imo pectore,</title><content type='html'>I had quite the awesome day. :) Went to the library, got a lift there(thanks daddy!), got some nice books, and another lift back. Then went to qian hu for fishie spa! LDD got TWO vids of me screeching like some dying piglet. :$ Hahaha it was quite hilarious. I mean i was. Couldnt stop screaming and laughing, it was THAT ticklish. :O Then again the first(and only) time i went for a facial i couldnt stop laughing too, so my threshold for tickling is rather low. :X Dinnered at laopasat. Awesome kebab! Was stuffed to the max! My belt felt SOO tight! :S But Sher is one happy ball. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#FF6633" id="radioblog_player_-1" flashvars="id=-1&amp;amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen2?u=2wLzRmb192cvc2bsJmLvlGZhJ3LyZmLlVmcm5Sdv1Gb/The%2520Beatles%2520-%2520Lucy%2520In%2520the%2520Sky%2520With%2520Diamonds.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#FF6633;border:#330000;button:#FFFF00;player_text:#FFFF00;playlist_text:#999999;" height="23" width="180"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Picture yourself in a boat on a river,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With tangerine trees and marmalade skies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A girl with kaleidoscope eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;O.O They wrote the song in dactylic tetrameter. HOW GAY IS THAT! Granted, they had to extend some syllables, but John Lennon and Paul McCartney so totally poets la can!! GOSH.  The Beatles were accused of making references to the drug LSD because that's the acronym of the title of the song, Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds, but i think that's just the result of fans with an overactive imagination la huhhh. It's such a pretty title! And the abstractness just makes up the dreamy mood of the song. Even though the kaleidoscope eyes thing DOES make one wonder cos LSD has this special effect, which makes one see coloured and geometric patterns. Hmm. Aiya whatever. I still like the song. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RTIWLTS: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;si vales valeo- if you are well, i am well.&lt;br /&gt;                     natural reactions are innate and happymaking:)&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/4645671553859428578-6851599997650147247?l=threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6851599997650147247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4645671553859428578&amp;postID=6851599997650147247' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/6851599997650147247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/6851599997650147247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/2008/09/ab-imo-pectore.html' title='Ab imo pectore,'/><author><name>sheryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00776074924088784555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMFDk2QmgCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/flVYNrjyXOQ/S220/72609542.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645671553859428578.post-3693318663137375922</id><published>2008-09-08T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T19:42:27.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woah.</title><content type='html'>I havent exercised for so long, so two and half hours of tennis(mostly picking balls HAHA) totally knocked me out! I came home, ate my yummy jellyfish-like veggies (that caused me to take FOUR buses home) and slept for around two and a half hours. :X Now i feel like a pig. Maybe I'll finish that 07 TJC math prelim paper later. So difficult! -launches into her special for-math-only whiny mode. :{&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hand hurts. Specifically the "knees" of my fingers. Like the middle joints. Maybe i've been holding the racquet wrongly. Is my hand even supposed to hurt? :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my dad asked me for my opinion about something. I think i surprised him with my answer. Cos apparently he dint think i'd notice that he'd feel a certain way about stuff. I was surprised too, cos i thought that was very obvious. Makes me wonder, maybe people can see through us, and know what we are thinking even if we thought we arent being obvious. Read like a book. Reminds me of what my lit teacher mr whitby said, "You think I am merely saying hi? I can SEE into your minds..." Creepy! Hahaha. The bystander has the clearest view. So true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to blog about sth, but i forgot what. Darn! I've read about this before. Our short term memory lasts only 30 seconds and have limited capacity. So when its full and we're faced with new information dispacement will occur, like the new info will push the old ones outta our mind. So when you walk into a room and forget instantly what you wanted to do or get in that room, its cos the new environment has pushed your motive for going there out of your mind. Hahaha see? IM NORMAL!!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMUPVGLuYMI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/fBhQrzXiizs/s1600-h/smiley+cupcakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMUPVGLuYMI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/fBhQrzXiizs/s320/smiley+cupcakes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243614196254269634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A laugh is a smile that bursts. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RTIWLTS: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll try if you do. And you too. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4645671553859428578-3693318663137375922?l=threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3693318663137375922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4645671553859428578&amp;postID=3693318663137375922' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/3693318663137375922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/3693318663137375922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/2008/09/woah.html' title='Woah.'/><author><name>sheryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00776074924088784555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMFDk2QmgCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/flVYNrjyXOQ/S220/72609542.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMUPVGLuYMI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/fBhQrzXiizs/s72-c/smiley+cupcakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645671553859428578.post-1020103420745034396</id><published>2008-09-06T11:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T00:06:08.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>E.E Cummings, and my (irrational?) fears</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"anyone lived in a pretty how town&lt;br /&gt;(with up so floating many bells down)&lt;br /&gt;spring summer autumn winter&lt;br /&gt;he sang his didn't he danced his did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women and men(both little and small)&lt;br /&gt;cared for anyone not at all&lt;br /&gt;they sowed their isn't they reaped their same&lt;br /&gt;sun moon stars rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;children guessed(but only a few&lt;br /&gt;and down they forgot as up they grew&lt;br /&gt;autumn winter spring summer)&lt;br /&gt;that noone loved him more by more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when by now and tree by leaf&lt;br /&gt;she laughed his joy she cried his grief&lt;br /&gt;bird by snow and stir by still&lt;br /&gt;anyone's any was all to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someones married their everyones&lt;br /&gt;laughed their cryings and did their dance&lt;br /&gt;(sleep wake hope and then)they&lt;br /&gt;said their nevers they slept their dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stars rain sun moon&lt;br /&gt;(and only the snow can begin to explain&lt;br /&gt;how children are apt to forget to remember&lt;br /&gt;with up so floating many bells down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day anyone died i guess&lt;br /&gt;(and noone stooped to kiss his face)&lt;br /&gt;busy folk buried them side by side&lt;br /&gt;little by little and was by was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all by all and deep by deep&lt;br /&gt;and more by more they dream their sleep&lt;br /&gt;noone and anyone earth by april&lt;br /&gt;wish by spirit and if by yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women and men(both dong and ding)&lt;br /&gt;summer autumn winter spring&lt;br /&gt;reaped their sowing and went their came&lt;br /&gt;sun moon stars rain"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;AH OMG IM GONNA GROW UP TO BE LIKE SOMEONES AND EVERYONES!!! Unwilling as i may be, to survive in society one has to conform and be self centred!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;AHH HELP!!! -fears for her future.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;pre  style="margin-bottom: 12pt;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Scaryscaryscary poem!!!&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre  style="margin-bottom: 12pt;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt; &lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay im done panicking. But this poem is so sad!&lt;br /&gt;And so realistic its scary. –shudders. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre  style="margin-bottom: 12pt;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The nomenclature really struck a nerve. so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;meones and everyones is so&lt;br /&gt;generic,and totally could apply to EVERYBODY. SO SCARY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The protagonists anyone and noone are more individualistic,&lt;br /&gt;but their name suggests that such people are so rare they’re like ONE in many,&lt;br /&gt;or NONE of them exists! Eurghhhh im gona die like&lt;br /&gt;someones and everyones, unfulfilled. :’(((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4645671553859428578-1020103420745034396?l=threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1020103420745034396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4645671553859428578&amp;postID=1020103420745034396' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/1020103420745034396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/1020103420745034396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/2008/09/ee-cummings-and-my-irrational-fears.html' title='E.E Cummings, and my (irrational?) fears'/><author><name>sheryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00776074924088784555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMFDk2QmgCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/flVYNrjyXOQ/S220/72609542.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645671553859428578.post-8354934771209987432</id><published>2008-09-05T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T23:08:32.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner</title><content type='html'>With crescentians is always a blast! :D Met up with Cassandra, Khalisah and Teri in town for mirth and macs today. They havent changed one bit, still so full of life. :) Miss the nonsense, laughter and even the suanings. Its like we were in our classroom crapping in between lessons again. :) Ohoh im supposed to quote this funny part of dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ksah: ... I ate pork lehh!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: *stares at her in horror*&lt;br /&gt;Ksah: Just kidding, just kidding!&lt;br /&gt;Cass: Hahaha but you drank before yeah?&lt;br /&gt;Ksah: That was, like, 0.01%? Very little!&lt;br /&gt;Sher: HUH when!&lt;br /&gt;Ksah: Indian poker la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-After a while-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teri: Uhhh I dont get it... You drank PORK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! It was HILARIOUS! Ksah and cass laughed the house down mann. She's so cute right! ;D Cant wait for our next gathering. Hopefully then we'll have the whole clique, instead of just half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom was quite cute today as well. She came back all happy, and told me, "Today people say your mummy very pretty leh. *smiles*" LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RTIWLTS: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Patience is ALWAYS a virtue.&lt;/span&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are absurd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You say the cutest things I've ever heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't think I can take another word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh my head might explode and I will have to go to heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4645671553859428578-8354934771209987432?l=threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8354934771209987432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4645671553859428578&amp;postID=8354934771209987432' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/8354934771209987432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/8354934771209987432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/2008/09/dinner.html' title='Dinner'/><author><name>sheryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00776074924088784555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMFDk2QmgCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/flVYNrjyXOQ/S220/72609542.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645671553859428578.post-8854714889100719977</id><published>2008-09-05T11:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T12:22:31.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Friday!!</title><content type='html'>Whichistersay,  the last day for relaxation!!! Its  gonna be back to the books(not future, HAHA) after todayyy! :(  Goodbye shopping, movies, catching up which old friends, indulgence in yummy chow, and slacksville at home, and hello books, notes(paper), notes(online), TYS-es, my sticker-covered GC and file, and PENS! Hmm. Somehow i dont feel as dreadful as i make myself out to be. I suppose there's a sanctuary even in mugging. You dont have to think about anything else except for the sum you are tackling, or some stupid difficult abstract concept. The focus(if achieved) can be kind of comforting, as an escape, especially if you're stuck in some situation with friends, or family, or whatever. So Students, embrace the art of MUGGING! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL i talk so highly of studying, but in actual fact its not as easy as it sounds. You might be stressed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMCww2H11uI/AAAAAAAAAFY/janxel-6PLg/s1600-h/stressed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMCww2H11uI/AAAAAAAAAFY/janxel-6PLg/s320/stressed.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242384319467869922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or end up plain retarded,                                     &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMCww_Jq0MI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2yCBxG2sOdc/s1600-h/coocoo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMCww_Jq0MI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2yCBxG2sOdc/s320/coocoo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242384321891455170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hopefully, the end results will be worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMCzh8coEoI/AAAAAAAAAFo/fltYT6E-C18/s1600-h/report+card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMCzh8coEoI/AAAAAAAAAFo/fltYT6E-C18/s320/report+card.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242387362002506370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, everyone, STUDYYYYY! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I"VE GOTTA FLY!!! BYEE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4645671553859428578-8854714889100719977?l=threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8854714889100719977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4645671553859428578&amp;postID=8854714889100719977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/8854714889100719977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/8854714889100719977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-friday.html' title='It&apos;s Friday!!'/><author><name>sheryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00776074924088784555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMFDk2QmgCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/flVYNrjyXOQ/S220/72609542.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMCww2H11uI/AAAAAAAAAFY/janxel-6PLg/s72-c/stressed.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645671553859428578.post-496430331049653502</id><published>2008-09-04T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T22:09:22.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pierces</title><content type='html'>In my haste to upload the video “Secret” last night [ignore the time reported, its wrong], I neglected to give the talented band who sang it a proper introduction.  &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SL_ls5RCn4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/ULiozUbURRw/s1600-h/piercestour.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SL_ls5RCn4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/ULiozUbURRw/s320/piercestour.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242161050731847554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/8/8d/ThePierces-ThirteenTalesOfLoveAndRevenge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 201px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/8/8d/ThePierces-ThirteenTalesOfLoveAndRevenge.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pierces are two disturbingly hot sisters from Alabama who are really talented. I dont think they were very famous before  their  latest album, Thirteen Tales of Love and Revenge(2007), but this album is awesome! It showcases a wide range of styles and genres, using instruments such as an accordion, a calliope, bassoons, a sitar, violins, an autoharp, and a Hawaiian lap steel. Their image reminds me of the stereotypical gothic girl who is extremely hot despite her inclinations toward unorthodox beliefs and weird habits. They are smart, have actual musical talent, and are eccentrically sexy. I like their victorian vintage style. Very classy. :) Check them out at their &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/thepierces"&gt;myspace page&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I wanna change my style! Or widen it at least. :) I got a Bohemian inspired dress/top today and its a nice change from my usual babydoll/empire-cut/tanktops&amp;amp;shorts style. Makes me wonder if i can pull off other kinds of clothes *victorian/vintage like The Pierces!* Heh. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT. Money(or the lack of which) poses as a problem, so if you wish to donate to the save-sheryan's-sad-fashion-sense-fund you're more than welcome to! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like new frocks please. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RTIWLTS: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Overexposure to glamorous(BIG-SHOT) people makes one feel rather small...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4645671553859428578-496430331049653502?l=threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/496430331049653502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4645671553859428578&amp;postID=496430331049653502' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/496430331049653502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/496430331049653502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/2008/09/pierces.html' title='The Pierces'/><author><name>sheryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00776074924088784555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMFDk2QmgCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/flVYNrjyXOQ/S220/72609542.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SL_ls5RCn4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/ULiozUbURRw/s72-c/piercestour.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645671553859428578.post-8724802441918485013</id><published>2008-09-04T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T00:48:21.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d-2k0qaWCgU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d-2k0qaWCgU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO! FINALLY FOUND IT! AFTER MORE THAN ONE HOUR!! This is one awesome song, its gothic and dark qualities are brought out by juxtaposition of the light hearted tune. The sisters are so freakishly hot!  :) And Im only one hour late! The deadline was yesterday. -winks at lord dindin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now i wana watch gossip girl. For this song! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Got a secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can you keep it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Swear this one you'll save&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Better lock it, in your pocket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taking this one to the grave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I show you then I know you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Won't tell what I said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause two can keep a secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If one of them is dead…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/4645671553859428578-8724802441918485013?l=threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8724802441918485013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4645671553859428578&amp;postID=8724802441918485013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/8724802441918485013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/8724802441918485013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/2008/09/woohoo-finally-found-it-after-more-than.html' title=''/><author><name>sheryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00776074924088784555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMFDk2QmgCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/flVYNrjyXOQ/S220/72609542.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645671553859428578.post-8586158919212930523</id><published>2008-09-03T13:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T13:19:53.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If, you ever see this, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;HAPPY EIGHTEENTH VAL! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Blame it on my short attention span, but im kinda sick of blogging alr. :S LOL. But yesterday was a fun day. :) Went out with bestie, ROW! x) Havent shopped like that in ages. And catching  up! :) Dint realise how much we missed each other. But i love the way in which we can just come together after a long long time and just chat like there's no tomorrow. :) Usually i dont have enough patience to scour the many little aisles of Bugis Street, but yesterday we did. And with much yield! :D The bargains there are seriously cheap. Makes me wonder about their cost price though. :\ Oh wells. Perhaps next year i can tag along when she goes to Bangkok to collect stock for her online store! Must save up mannn. Speaking of which, my financial status has reached an all-time-low from yesterday. Shucks i must save up even more to cover for the losses. Birthday season's around the corner! -visualizes birthday presents eclipsing the sun. Ta-ta-ta-TAAA. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RTIWLTS: New good remedy--&gt;Song.  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4645671553859428578-8586158919212930523?l=threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8586158919212930523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4645671553859428578&amp;postID=8586158919212930523' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/8586158919212930523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/8586158919212930523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/2008/09/if-you-ever-see-this-happy-eighteenth.html' title=''/><author><name>sheryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00776074924088784555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMFDk2QmgCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/flVYNrjyXOQ/S220/72609542.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645671553859428578.post-5942024703960439838</id><published>2008-09-01T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T13:09:47.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow. Yesterday was.. Eventful. Went out with clique! :) It was very nice to spend time with everyone out of the classroom, or breaktime concept. We celebrated Val's birthday! :D Went early(for once!)  after getting the pretty bouquet and met delle. We tied up the loose end of the gifts and bought food. Then jh arrived and we waited for the rest, watching the trailer for housebunny a million times. Im SO gonna watch that show. :P 12 Lotus was incredibly sad!! Duno why people said its similar to 881. The only similarity is the theme of getai, and the cast. It totally reminded me of the picturehouse film,  Justine, with all the betrayals and rape scene. :S Its a good thing 12Lotus is not m18 too. :X Delle and i found one particular scene extra sad, where the protagonist reads the goodbye message on her mirror and laughs maniacally due to the trauma of realization, and crams her favourite comfort food into her mouth. I started crying then, and couldnt stop throughout the show. :X Joy and Val were just bawling throughout the whole thing. LOL. Weird choice of movie for a celebration, but i think noone regretted it. Royston Tan is good! I liked the setting, and found all the props really believable and pretty in a darkdark way. The old powerpoints with the peeling paint, and vintage furniture had me strangely fixated. I found myself looking at the backdrop instead of the actors sometimes. Hahah I know im weird. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leung joined us for dinner, at Manhattan Fish Market downstairs. I was so amazed by their flaming prawns! Theo and i shared them, and the sauce was so yummy we asked for more-flamed too! :) The service was really good too. A definite-returner. :) We couldnt get val any cake cos they all had milk in them, so we asked leung to buy a pie(apple or sth) as substitute. It was hilarious, cos he misunderstood our meaning of pie and got Val a Lemon Fish Pie! Lol. But it was all good. :) The pictures we took might be lost though. :( But the memories are here forever. :):):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RTIWLTST(shld make shorter acronyms! Cant rmb. X):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Without Love, there is no Pain, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Without Pain, there is no Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-quote from 12 Lotus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so apt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4645671553859428578-5942024703960439838?l=threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5942024703960439838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4645671553859428578&amp;postID=5942024703960439838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/5942024703960439838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/5942024703960439838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/2008/08/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>sheryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00776074924088784555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMFDk2QmgCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/flVYNrjyXOQ/S220/72609542.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645671553859428578.post-2662537935352863711</id><published>2008-08-30T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T15:10:08.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So,</title><content type='html'>Let's have a brief summary of my life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Demographics&lt;br /&gt;I am a chinese female, seventeen going on eighteen, currently in Enjaycee(always wanted to call nj that, LOL)'s extremely pathetically miniature arts faculty, hoping wishing praying to pass Prelims. I have two parents, a sister and Ria living with me, and i am with the Best Strawberry in the world. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Interests&lt;br /&gt;Refer to demographics. School and loved ones. Sums it up. Hahaha. Well apart from those major parts of my life, I am a huge (kind of disconnected 'cause of prelims) fan of Arsenal, the best club in the world!! [eat your heart out, ManU! :P] I used to play the saxophone(recently) and do tapdance(not so recently) so I suppose I like many things from the awesome age, the Jazz era. Im anachronism personified! :D I also like seemingly TIT-ish stuff like shopping for pretty things. Definition of TIT: Taitai-in-Training. This silly term has been used on me countless times by Mr. Strawberryzai, many of which on occasions where it is UNCALLED for. ;P  Aside from that, I have many phases and crazes that come and go. Currently, these temporal temptations include my new silly putty, my Holga, the stupid anime series Karin, tennis, the chocolate puffs from somewhere in Tanjong Pagar (I WILL FIND THE SHOP), and lazing around. The last temptation is actually permanent, but has to stop on account of the DREADED 'A's. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Personality (im treating this as a self-written testimonial already)&lt;br /&gt;I am selfish, demanding and irrational. But self awareness is the first step to improvement, no? My strive to be a better person, though slow, has earned me many people whom are dear to me. They fuel my desire to improve, so i can say this is a positive cycle. :) I detest smokers, pervs and plans that fail(although mine always do. Sigh.) and like laughs, and people and things that make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Stage of Life&lt;br /&gt;Quoting theo, a caesura. Taking a slight breather after prelims before returning to the books for the DREADED 'A's._. Today is a sloth-y day before activities activities activities. In chronological order, these include Outing with Clique to Celebrate Val's 18th and the End to Prelims, First Date in Fasting Month with Strawberry, and One-Day Out with Bestie Row. Anticipation anticipation! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i suppose that's about it. If you are wondering where the element of threnody fits in, just wait. The laments will start once i hit the books again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thing i would like to say (RTIWLTS): &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am not a puttputt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4645671553859428578-2662537935352863711?l=threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2662537935352863711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4645671553859428578&amp;postID=2662537935352863711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/2662537935352863711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/2662537935352863711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/2008/08/so.html' title='So,'/><author><name>sheryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00776074924088784555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMFDk2QmgCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/flVYNrjyXOQ/S220/72609542.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645671553859428578.post-8315021469733182449</id><published>2008-08-30T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T14:19:04.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Firstly,</title><content type='html'>It's been a long while! Hah i dint tell anyone the address of this new blog so i suppose its sheryan writing to sheryan for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now i feel retarded. :X&lt;br /&gt;Well, IN THE CASE that somebody(berry) does read this, this is the story of my life-a threnody! Lol i figured since i like to complain so much about everything, my narcissistic webpage might as well be a death lament eh? I'd like to think of myself as one of those people who actually give meaningful insights on things that actually matter but since noone, or minimal people are going to read this, i shan't bother. So too bad, read the mundane details of my ordinary&lt;br /&gt;Singaporean life or just bring your voyeuristic tendencies elsewhere(the latter is recommended :P)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4645671553859428578-8315021469733182449?l=threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8315021469733182449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4645671553859428578&amp;postID=8315021469733182449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/8315021469733182449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645671553859428578/posts/default/8315021469733182449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threnodiesoflife.blogspot.com/2008/08/firstly.html' title='Firstly,'/><author><name>sheryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00776074924088784555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFOA0ypsaX0/SMFDk2QmgCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/flVYNrjyXOQ/S220/72609542.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
