<?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-35785463</id><updated>2011-07-08T14:18:06.188+08:00</updated><category term='abortion'/><title type='text'>unexpectedly...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>396</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-549713482660180014</id><published>2011-04-22T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T22:34:49.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well since no one ever comes back here, I guess I can safely return and freely write without the judgement of half the world against me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel pretty gross right now, it being 10pm and I've not yet bathed and today was a humid day. But that being said, I've cooked pasta for dinner and there's a cheesecake baking in the oven right now, to be eaten tomorrow. Quite an accomplishment I'd say, with me having washed all the dirty dishes and the sink is clean so I don't have to bother myself anymore. All that's left to do is to wait for my sister to clear her ass out of the toilet so I can have a nice, long shower and do a mask after that. These stressful weeks have left my face completely broken out in gross stuff and I can barely look at myself in the mirror without cringing. Dear me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that has been my day. Pretty normal, I presume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends have decided that I have a tendency to date assholes. It just takes my everything to pull a nonchalant face and say, "yeah, I'm an asshole-magnet."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-549713482660180014?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/549713482660180014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=549713482660180014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/549713482660180014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/549713482660180014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2011/04/well-since-no-one-ever-comes-back-here.html' title=''/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-5803185484892640999</id><published>2010-02-11T00:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T00:14:39.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look forward.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sicklittlegame.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TUMBLR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where all the cool people are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No longer will I be bothered by the trivial problems of blogger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is strangely liberating. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-5803185484892640999?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/5803185484892640999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=5803185484892640999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/5803185484892640999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/5803185484892640999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2010/02/look-forward.html' title='Look forward.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-5578218170814979248</id><published>2010-02-07T14:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T14:36:03.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>guh.</title><content type='html'>Searching NParks website to ID my plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMG IF I HAVE TO LOOK AT ANYMORE SCIEN-FREAKING-TIFIC NAMES OF THOSE STUPID GREEN THINGS I'M SO GONNA RIP MY HEAD OFF MAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't those roadside plants just doggone put names beside the dang plants. &gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-5578218170814979248?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/5578218170814979248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=5578218170814979248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/5578218170814979248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/5578218170814979248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2010/02/guh.html' title='guh.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-4631752930678564294</id><published>2010-02-03T23:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T23:57:37.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>like whoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434043856752557714" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/S2maGM-hPpI/AAAAAAAABr8/Kfa1wwkrsOc/s400/TUMBLR+HOLD+HANDS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO HELLO IT'S THE LAST FEW MINUTES OF 3/2/10 yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything special happen for your 3/2/10?(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welllll.... guess what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMMA SLEEP BEFORE 3/2/10 ENDS! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;GOOOOOODNIGHT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-4631752930678564294?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/4631752930678564294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=4631752930678564294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/4631752930678564294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/4631752930678564294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2010/02/like-whoa.html' title='like whoa'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/S2maGM-hPpI/AAAAAAAABr8/Kfa1wwkrsOc/s72-c/TUMBLR+HOLD+HANDS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-5103048098050777978</id><published>2010-02-03T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T01:16:12.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tayyyyyed.</title><content type='html'>Hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HILDA TAY IS RETARDED AT NIGHT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SCHUPAR SCHUPAR SUPER WOMAAAAAN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-5103048098050777978?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/5103048098050777978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=5103048098050777978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/5103048098050777978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/5103048098050777978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2010/02/tayyyyyed.html' title='tayyyyyed.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-7237049932239615980</id><published>2010-02-02T00:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T00:59:32.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reach back to the past</title><content type='html'>OMG WHAT HAPPENED TO JANUARY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm half dead already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 (or so) more school months to go!&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;... groan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-7237049932239615980?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/7237049932239615980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=7237049932239615980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/7237049932239615980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/7237049932239615980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2010/02/reach-back-to-past.html' title='reach back to the past'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-6834066695801387392</id><published>2010-01-31T23:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T23:30:31.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stone hearts and hand grenades</title><content type='html'>Physics suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been working on it all day and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;effff. I'm going waaay too slowly. I wanna sleeep! ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-6834066695801387392?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/6834066695801387392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=6834066695801387392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/6834066695801387392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/6834066695801387392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2010/01/stone-hearts-and-hand-grenades.html' title='Stone hearts and hand grenades'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-3443481779401402209</id><published>2010-01-29T01:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T01:29:26.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was drawing a dinosaur face in class and was going to write "nom nom nom" beside the mouth when said math teacher came by my table to check if I had already expanded my formulas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if he was as surprised as me when I jumped up in my chair and smudged my "nom nom nom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-3443481779401402209?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/3443481779401402209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=3443481779401402209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/3443481779401402209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/3443481779401402209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-was-drawing-dinosaur-face-in-class.html' title=''/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-4625277420799536365</id><published>2010-01-29T01:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T01:25:31.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the fourth drink instinct</title><content type='html'>GAH I AM SO FED UP WITH DISGUSTING CANTEEN FOOD ALREADY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insist on packed lunches. NYAHAHAHAH I'M GONNA HAVE BETTER FOOD THAN YOUUUU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*maniacal laughter*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-4625277420799536365?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/4625277420799536365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=4625277420799536365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/4625277420799536365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/4625277420799536365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2010/01/fourth-drink-instinct.html' title='the fourth drink instinct'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-6484792407609115544</id><published>2010-01-29T01:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T01:23:31.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High school never ends</title><content type='html'>I wonder if I should start posting longer posts.&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;Ah heck. School's too busy for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-6484792407609115544?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/6484792407609115544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=6484792407609115544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/6484792407609115544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/6484792407609115544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2010/01/high-school-never-ends.html' title='High school never ends'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-5099327901344334532</id><published>2010-01-29T01:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T01:22:27.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>roses by the stiarcase.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bloodisthenewblackk.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431841761022297730" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/S2HHTXHdxoI/AAAAAAAABr0/T04hlK7JCHg/s400/TUMBLRGUNSHOT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%"&gt;BANGBANG SHOOT'EM ALL SHOOT'EM ALL YEAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-5099327901344334532?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/5099327901344334532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=5099327901344334532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/5099327901344334532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/5099327901344334532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2010/01/roses-by-stiarcase.html' title='roses by the stiarcase.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/S2HHTXHdxoI/AAAAAAAABr0/T04hlK7JCHg/s72-c/TUMBLRGUNSHOT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-5964151316591346967</id><published>2010-01-27T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T23:35:19.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's my Winona.</title><content type='html'>HEY ALL IMMA SLEEP EARLY TONIGHT! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-5964151316591346967?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/5964151316591346967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=5964151316591346967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/5964151316591346967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/5964151316591346967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2010/01/shes-my-winona.html' title='She&apos;s my Winona.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-7466282719315328809</id><published>2010-01-26T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T00:50:28.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whooowmaigawsh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many other people know how embarassing and awkward it is when you doze off somewhere and you wake up to find someone staring intently at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Especially if that someone is your math teacher who has been calling your name repeatedly. In class. To give you back a Graded Exercise that got a pretty sucky grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh. Whoops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-7466282719315328809?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/7466282719315328809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=7466282719315328809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/7466282719315328809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/7466282719315328809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2010/01/whooowmaigawsh.html' title=''/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-9057495025974406293</id><published>2010-01-26T00:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T01:14:02.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oldies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430724050183373666" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/S13OwBxZw2I/AAAAAAAABrc/Px_kZtTcL8c/s400/17073_271327136842_747411842_3591737_6384499_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 16th my dear friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE YOUUUUUU (:&lt;/span&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;&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;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHO? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430725012304780466" style="WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/S13PoB9BXLI/AAAAAAAABrk/Vq7ZRDKXLsk/s400/17073_271327021842_747411842_3591724_8029419_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to nathan and marni too! Hope you guys are reading this! So sorry I couldn't call over, school has been keeping me busy. I promise I'll write cards or something soon! (:&lt;br /&gt;Miss you guys loaaaaads.  xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-9057495025974406293?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/9057495025974406293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=9057495025974406293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/9057495025974406293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/9057495025974406293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2010/01/oldies.html' title='oldies.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/S13OwBxZw2I/AAAAAAAABrc/Px_kZtTcL8c/s72-c/17073_271327136842_747411842_3591737_6384499_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-4969350848903378166</id><published>2010-01-24T18:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T19:09:02.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart is the worst kind of weapon.</title><content type='html'>Take your taste back&lt;br /&gt;Peel back your skin&lt;br /&gt;And try to forget how it feels inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should try saying no once in a while.&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;. Will blog/upload photos of esther's NC16 legalisation later. Physics is killing me now. DRAW DRAW DRAW GAHHHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-4969350848903378166?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/4969350848903378166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=4969350848903378166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/4969350848903378166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/4969350848903378166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-heart-is-worst-kind-of-weapon.html' title='My heart is the worst kind of weapon.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-8911079175252932771</id><published>2010-01-21T00:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T00:09:35.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We've got tonight, who needs tomorrow?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://icanread.tumblr.com/post/321808402/by-faorani"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428854358655444098" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/S1cqRqD9JII/AAAAAAAABrU/0UCkvxVw1gw/s400/Lipstouchheartsseparate..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL HAI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is draining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, homework undone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye, me is go do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;I ish haz eyebagz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-8911079175252932771?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/8911079175252932771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=8911079175252932771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/8911079175252932771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/8911079175252932771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2010/01/weve-got-tonight-who-needs-tomorrow.html' title='We&apos;ve got tonight, who needs tomorrow?'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/S1cqRqD9JII/AAAAAAAABrU/0UCkvxVw1gw/s72-c/Lipstouchheartsseparate..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-8350702063471465401</id><published>2010-01-13T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T00:01:32.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In keds and tube socks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.bloodisthenewblackk.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426250224085314866" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/S03p1Ez9LTI/AAAAAAAABrM/lRmFxmA4cpQ/s400/BLINDFOLD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played with blindfolds in ACE today. You know, the usual trust here and there thingamajig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIVIAN TOOK AWAY MAH BLINDFOLD NOW I CAN'T SLEEP NO MORE ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is gonna get so, ohmygah. Plus competitions, I think I'll be seven-eights dead by the June holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Man, I'll be crawling out of March on all fours screaming hysterically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna bet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hummm. X-cty interschools, SNAG, Track interschools, Swimming interschools. CUE MAJOR GAG REFLEX.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I don't know whether to take Econs or notttttttt. Damnit.&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;YOU BUTTHOLE YOU'VE STOOD ME UP LONG ENOUGH SO GO GET YOURSELF WELL AGAIN AND BACK AT SWIMMING IF NOT I SWEAR I'LL GO CRAZY WITH ALL THIS SCHOOL SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I is tired. Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's just like &lt;strong&gt;RAPE&lt;/strong&gt;! only, with... toes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 -Sharmaine Wong, while we were talking about some bedroom scandals. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-8350702063471465401?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/8350702063471465401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=8350702063471465401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/8350702063471465401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/8350702063471465401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-keds-and-tube-socks.html' title='In keds and tube socks.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/S03p1Ez9LTI/AAAAAAAABrM/lRmFxmA4cpQ/s72-c/BLINDFOLD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-1823682256299078986</id><published>2010-01-11T22:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T22:59:27.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>look how they shine for you.</title><content type='html'>I don't know why people don't understand that it's just so hard to part with things that you've have for such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;Others just don't understand that removing said item will cause a massive, gaping hole in the place where it once was, and of course in its place in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things I'd hate to part with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But have to, darn it. My room is too cluttered! &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;It's a B freaking 3 anyway. Gahdamn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, 2hours of math tomorrow DEAD! Oh but cool we have bio, YEAH :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, damnit. Tuesday sucks just about as bad as Monday. 8am-6pm with 2 half-hour breaks.&lt;br /&gt;*CRY!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired, needs. to. get. sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'd survive to see Wednesday. Oh, and hair-and-attire check.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-1823682256299078986?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/1823682256299078986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=1823682256299078986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/1823682256299078986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/1823682256299078986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2010/01/look-how-they-shine-for-you.html' title='look how they shine for you.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-8186721009336255596</id><published>2010-01-08T00:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T00:35:20.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BRISINGR</title><content type='html'>Oh GAAAAH Orientation was so draining.&lt;br /&gt;Shoutshoutshout me throat painpain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah but hell fun it kinda was!&lt;br /&gt;Loads of the activities were done in our respective houses. To forge HOUSE SPIRIT and whatever shit they can think of.&lt;br /&gt;Mass Dance song was fantastic, but the danceeee..... ugh.&lt;br /&gt;Campfire was kewl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH GOSH THIS IS SO MUNDANE WHAT THE HELL AM I TALKING ABOUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back-to-school again todayyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;Sian, I fell asleep in Math, and was late for 2 lessons hahahaha what a good way to give a first impression to new teachers. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh and I think physics 4105 will be a, ahem, interesting module this semester HAHHAHA. MR. YUEN WIN LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished Brisingr today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I feel damn empty, like nothing else to read. WAITING IN DESPERATION FOR THE FOURTH BOOK OF THE INHERITANCE CYCLE TO COME OUT GAHDAMMIT!&lt;br /&gt;So feel like Eragon is such a huge part of me now. HE'S BEEN FOLLOWING ME THROUGH AT LEAST 2500 PAGES OKAY, and my DECEMBER HOLIDAYS. LIKE WHOA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. So many times I wanted to scream while reading the book because everything felt so real, and of course me thinking things like, why would Eragon be SO STUPID? and such hahahah. But ah, inapporpriate places and their hostile, siao-zhar-bor look don't seem very unnerving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Eragon already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay it's 12.34am and school's tomorrow PLUS TRACK OH GOSH DEAD.&lt;br /&gt;Night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-8186721009336255596?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/8186721009336255596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=8186721009336255596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/8186721009336255596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/8186721009336255596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2010/01/brisingr.html' title='BRISINGR'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-5536458889435079573</id><published>2010-01-01T22:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T23:07:08.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>resolute.</title><content type='html'>Dear 2009,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were &lt;em&gt;so yesterday&lt;/em&gt;. Now 2010 takes centerstage and wrestles it's way to outshine you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't feel too bad though, you're still one of the best years I've had in the ages I can remember, and you contain a myriad of wonderful memories that I've come to treasure, a chest of new experiences I appreciate having gone through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sucked some terrible shit now, didn't you. Hahaa, come on. Own up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even so, I feel as if I've learnt a lifetime from you. You've been pretty cool to me so far. You gave me awesome friends, teammates and family members. No doubt you sure as hell did take away some, but eat shit la. Life sucks that way anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've bestowed upon me so many happy moments that I've spent with so many people, with countless of times I might've peed myself from laughing so hard. And you made me go through some serious shit that I never thought I'd actually crawl out alive. Contradiction sure is a bitch now, ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shermaine Esther Hilda Vivian, thanks for making school life all the more enjoyable and lessons more bearable (: even though I know you guys had to endure long hours of me ranting about swimming and every little thing concerning, and how vivian and shermaine had a semester each of having to wake me up in almost every lesson, TEEHEE! Of course, this earns you a free pass to copy my homework for the next year. (xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I have to also thank all of those who lent me their homework to, ahem, REFERENCE. I think I'd have flunked my ass outta this school without you guys. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARREN PEEEPS! Oh, gosh. I can't even start here.&lt;br /&gt;All the times training, joking, and doing every other random thing together. I think we're super epic at studying together. xD I can't remember a time during training where we all weren't super high at one time or another. Thanks for being a place where the topic of homework is considered taboo and 'exam' is some sick ritual in the religion of science/math/languages/arts etc.  For being a place where saying, "I'll show you my breast if you'll show me your fly," is a common occurence and does not induce sexual peversion.&lt;br /&gt;BRANDON FOR COMING UP WITH JOKES SO COLD IT LOWERS THE WATER TEMPERATURE A LITTLE. xD&lt;br /&gt;And for being the best bakers/basketballers/badminton players/bowlers anyone has EVER seen. (:&lt;br /&gt;To the Bastard Stuart, thanks for never having a serious conversation with me, and for deciding all our fights with scissors-paper-stone. Plus I think we do nice tango, AND I THINK SOMEONE LIKES YOUR HOT SQUEEZABLE ASS HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;XIYING DON'T BE AFRAID OF STALKERS WHEN YOU HAVE ME! YOUR LESBIAN PARTNER! xD&lt;br /&gt;And Blackie! Time to let your continents undergo some major conflict and separate! :D BAH TO A PEACE TREATY! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also as a New Year's Resolution to myself (for now) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAKE SURE YOU FIND AWESOME SHOES &lt;em&gt;IN YOUR SIZE&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end off,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I HOPE 2010 LIKES ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and you guys too! ;D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-5536458889435079573?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/5536458889435079573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=5536458889435079573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/5536458889435079573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/5536458889435079573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2010/01/resolute.html' title='resolute.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-2729256815480681578</id><published>2009-12-31T19:21:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T02:43:42.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://whatmarielsaid.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421374211794903858" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SzyXHzh_ozI/AAAAAAAABkw/EQwRPpZAw4c/s400/thanks_yeah.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus, gen finally gets her ass back in front of the gahdammed screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So busy with &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY SOCIAL LIFE&lt;/span&gt; (nudge: SHARMAINE!) this holiday! Feels great, don't it eh? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahmaaaaan, where on EARTH do I start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaaaaaaps... with our GIRLS' DAY OUT on the 3rd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Shermaine and Esther got Hilda and I to go watch New Moon with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know. All that the Twilight saga teaches kids and teens who read the book, is how A GIRL NEEDS A BOYFRIEND. And that her life should come to a complete stop when he decides to leave. Abruptly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why does vampy have more chest hair than wolfie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I sat through that 2hour ordeal. I don't see how it is better than Twilight though. They both don't have a plot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time passes. Even as... whatever&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Esther lent me her cap! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421401132702628962" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Szyvmzuj_GI/AAAAAAAABmI/_L7ol2IG9fk/s400/PC031977.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed the girls shopping later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally killed my legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421401142995134194" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SzyvnaEfJvI/AAAAAAAABmQ/FVDFcMJIt8c/s400/PC031984.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found a set of clothes measured to fit by THE AGE. :O&lt;br /&gt;14 is the oldest, and it's what I'm wearing in the above picture, for both the shirt and the skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn small. And cannot find a larger size. &gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after squishing flesh into apparels that are, irritatingly, sizes too small - for me, that is - we went to get FREE STARBUCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome I tell ya. Some Starbucks salesgirl approached us along the streets and told us of this free Starbucks Coffee Christmas thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so lucky(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421401154976115010" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SzyvoGs-aUI/AAAAAAAABmg/yY7JCMf0VZM/s400/PC031988.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421401152318382866" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Szyvn8zUoxI/AAAAAAAABmY/mqX-YEpwzTg/s400/PC031991.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying our starbucks. :D Esther got the chicken pie thing along with her drink.&lt;br /&gt;Awesumz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MALACCA TRIP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at some ungodly hour to get sister and my ass down to warren, where we'll all board the bus to Malacca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Thankgoodness my waking up early in the morning didn't disappoint me(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421401162827344242" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Szyvoj82qXI/AAAAAAAABmo/7YMF5XeUYZM/s400/PC091993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? My sunnies look so much more glam than his xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughout the bus ride, Aunty Irene kept feeding us so much food, I think I just gained a kilo after we got to our first stop at some farm in Malaysia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421403996800251282" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SzyyNhUpdZI/AAAAAAAABmw/sgnVFjV91ek/s400/PC092022-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE WE HAD TO EAT BREAKFAST, AGAIN! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had superb Nasi lemak and awesome fried mushrooms though, so I let it pass. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toured a malaysian house-on-silts thing. Pretty cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421404003414506002" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SzyyN59m-hI/AAAAAAAABm4/K0WO9QhLjms/s400/PC092030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mushroom Farm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the brown little packages you see all are MUSHROOM FEED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421404009858387890" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SzyyOR98z7I/AAAAAAAABnA/C1IhnY-Owfs/s400/PC092037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mushrooms grow out of them and are harvested via the opening at the front. Kewl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we went to a noodle factory to see how they make &lt;em&gt;mian&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;An Indian man was hitting the dough with a long wooden stick that requires him to hop up and down with that stick between his legs horizontally. Much like a lever, where when he sits down on it, it squashes the dough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sick guys all around me kept clutching their groins and mouthing "OUCH! OUCH!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Indian man has children okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, where Geo ate a ton of rice from the big bowl straight, we headed down to the tapioca farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads of tapioca to eat. Juice some more! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They took us through this large garden with many plants, and explained the name, uses and other information about the plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the one the guys were interested in the MOST was the TONGKAT ALI. HAHAHAHAHAH xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421404020296748322" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SzyyO42pjSI/AAAAAAAABnI/snCGaHC0uKI/s400/PC092074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty, eh?  I forgot the name, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played with a top, where you have to wind it up with a string and then release it to spin.&lt;br /&gt;Our tutor was funny. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told us whoever could make the Gasing spin, would receive a free gasing. Kewl, but I already have 1 at home hah! Besides, I would have failed terribly at it anyway hahahhaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Hotel Renaissance to dump all our shit and stuff, then to dinner. Still feeling very full from lunch and the tapioca, ooof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could barely walk after dinner. HAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hung around at the pool before bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421404028036076194" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SzyyPVr2UqI/AAAAAAAABnQ/8vSWf874d74/s400/PC092088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lamp. Feels much like Harry Potter-ish yeah (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421415024391744370" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Szy8PaTV63I/AAAAAAAABnY/oWMDomET5KE/s400/PC092094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Windswept hair. Strong breeze! I LIKE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning. Woke up at a weird hour to go down to the pool to swimmmmm. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421415031286691106" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Szy8Pz_OdSI/AAAAAAAABng/uJ_ahS6BPZk/s400/PC102108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREEZING COLD OKAY! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And seeing from underwater, the floor has a sudden, sharp drop from about 5 feet to 10feet or so. If you ever thought you could feel like falling underwater, it'll probably be almost how I felt as I swam cross the divide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421415038651779266" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Szy8QPbMyMI/AAAAAAAABno/KeQpDgNnDLk/s400/PC102113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big breakfast at the hotel. Then set off to the church, A Famosa and all that historic thingamajigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421415046303254178" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Szy8Qr7dBqI/AAAAAAAABnw/duf-GTpFF7U/s400/PC102122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERY cowboy. Nice, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421415052588597138" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Szy8RDV_v5I/AAAAAAAABn4/KqtTsfP1IVI/s400/PC102125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parade square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421423856726059842" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SzzERhT8K0I/AAAAAAAABoA/EdJltpvVBO8/s400/PC102127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle and I, with our new caps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421423870107752962" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SzzESTKYmgI/AAAAAAAABoI/3tP8tocJpeE/s400/PC102135-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outside the ruins of St. Paul's church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421423881085903922" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SzzES8Dx5DI/AAAAAAAABoQ/O5A9lxNReLk/s400/PC102138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past&amp;amp;present capt.! Plus xiying, extra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421423891661813778" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SzzETjdReBI/AAAAAAAABoY/XSx1k5YWkdw/s400/PC102140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past, Present&amp;amp;Future capt! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421423897435839906" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SzzET496HaI/AAAAAAAABog/DSAocAdMjTU/s400/PC102141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darwin trying to pull an MJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421428232790903922" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SzzIQPbGjHI/AAAAAAAABoo/ZhkQWxuVrrc/s400/PC102151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a douche, wearing 2 hats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421428241737600514" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SzzIQwwKTgI/AAAAAAAABow/a03iHY9htgA/s400/PC102152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More glam now, sunnies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421428246148305154" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SzzIRBLwUQI/AAAAAAAABo4/uVK1Mh5gNFQ/s400/PC102157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was at some Nyonya restaurant. Nice and spicy! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421428257124808530" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SzzIRqEwd1I/AAAAAAAABpA/zbceKYLisJQ/s400/PC102165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CENDOL W SAGO SEEDS. yummmmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421428265477612354" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SzzISJMOI0I/AAAAAAAABpI/CaqA-L08qWc/s400/PC102204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intoxicating friendship. 13YEAR OKAY MAI SIAO SIAO. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421433700967055826" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SzzNOh95AdI/AAAAAAAABpQ/_qANftiKpmY/s400/PC112221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third day we went shopping.&lt;br /&gt;And I'd love to say I bought those heels above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT AH. ME NO SIZE):&lt;br /&gt;so xiying got them instead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my theory. BUY AWESOME SHOES. ANY CHANCE AND ANY TIME YOU SEE ONE THAT FITS. Cause you might never see it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bowling&amp;amp;K-Boxing with 205!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so we were supposed to go cycling - I'd even brought my gloves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ah, it rained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHANGED PLANS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421438006929129506" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SzzRJK7QACI/AAAAAAAABqw/hcrAralywNc/s400/PC171399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOWLING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so fail. my first few shots were 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 all the way until I hit a 9. Then it's 9 9 9 9   ahhahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Dillon said, ah just now warm-up only. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hohoho. Zhan Feng ownage! 80plus point :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, K-boxing later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All select songs like crazy hahahaha! Schuper fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the voice-talents, not like me, screeching over there with my horrible voice ho ho ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421438016664438834" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SzzRJvMVCDI/AAAAAAAABq4/-giIlGPWZs8/s400/PC171411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chocolatesssssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421438022706549666" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SzzRKFs4U6I/AAAAAAAABrA/9Cfu9Fs9VXA/s400/PC171412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRO ONE LOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiying's Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL MET AT GEN'S HOUSE AND WE BAKED. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421382003274308114" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SzyeNVDcWhI/AAAAAAAABlY/qjyGZmU54zo/s400/PC221475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took super long for them to get into position to take a picture can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armed with eggs and sausages to make SAUSAGE OMELETTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421382001869364658" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SzyeNP0enbI/AAAAAAAABlQ/zfJNYMM-BLg/s400/PC221473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421387132204037586" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Szyi33zlNdI/AAAAAAAABlg/jZMMVO1pG5k/s400/PC221498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat comes out to camwhore! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421387144340327058" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Szyi4lBGSpI/AAAAAAAABlw/oBZUuN2P8Zs/s400/PC221511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the two card things to do alone when you're bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Build a card tower, or play solitaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421387135358890786" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Szyi4DjwcyI/AAAAAAAABlo/0pNqCQqTpes/s400/PC221509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHILE, of course, YOUR SISTER SERENADES YOU (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421387163724182530" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Szyi5tOkdAI/AAAAAAAABmA/ipGLFEOjQIQ/s400/PC221520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the chicken wing bone in their mouths? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421387155867052610" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Szyi5P9SKkI/AAAAAAAABl4/JgqnO-9go-s/s400/PC221546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE! &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track Camp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa I very tired already. Let the pictures speak for themselves la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421433713161255986" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SzzNPPZNvDI/AAAAAAAABpY/KZAKayt6mOs/s400/PC281485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421433721209212226" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SzzNPtX_zUI/AAAAAAAABpg/b8IAlwXwO_s/s400/PC281489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421433723349786514" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SzzNP1WWX5I/AAAAAAAABpo/xXbDEfqht3M/s400/PC281496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so love this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421433730756909634" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SzzNQQ8WGkI/AAAAAAAABpw/FEqpHUjTpt4/s400/PC281497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421436023182447522" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SzzPVs5L06I/AAAAAAAABp4/LBl4__6VRlo/s400/PC281503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blisters gang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421436032442710098" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SzzPWPZAOFI/AAAAAAAABqA/VlWvZVM-_38/s400/PC281507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool, no? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421436038196689298" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SzzPWk02-ZI/AAAAAAAABqI/O0gDnUHDbck/s400/PC281512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421436048212273778" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SzzPXKIwqnI/AAAAAAAABqQ/HY1ZHsPA-5k/s400/PC281514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;WTF VERY COLD LA. LET'S ROLL TO KEEP WARM!&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLACKIE'S BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started off when we went to warren in the morning to sneakily copy the Jap's training set and to gawk at their hawt bodies. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421437996027874002" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SzzRIiUMCtI/AAAAAAAABqo/r0e_BCxA5OE/s400/PC301532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Sherlock Holmes in the afternoon. I liked it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then back to warren for gym, and then swimming again when the hawt guys get here again. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421381973203714578" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SzyeLlCDghI/AAAAAAAABk4/JcKzDFcJ-ns/s400/PC301548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-trainings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421381982585869778" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SzyeMH-71dI/AAAAAAAABlA/-ps6pJnkbtY/s400/PC301553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH LOOK AT OUR FACES. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421436054344852034" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SzzPXg-4YkI/AAAAAAAABqY/Mp-GROUo5bc/s400/PC301559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421437988256477074" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SzzRIFXV75I/AAAAAAAABqg/JT9MSJkXfkw/s400/PC301565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post-trainings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421381991462046898" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SzyeMpDLjLI/AAAAAAAABlI/HLQaQEUfAug/s400/PC301588.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OH AND FIN-UH-LAY ANG MOR CAME BACK FROM SOUTH AFRICA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oei you bastard, when you coming back also never tell me. BAH!&lt;br /&gt;BRING YOUR HOT BODY DOWN TO WARREN TOMORROW KKAY. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR ALL!&lt;br /&gt;gnight(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-2729256815480681578?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/2729256815480681578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=2729256815480681578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/2729256815480681578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/2729256815480681578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/12/your-voice-was-soundtrack-of-my-summer.html' title='Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SzyXHzh_ozI/AAAAAAAABkw/EQwRPpZAw4c/s72-c/thanks_yeah.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-97918947829535153</id><published>2009-12-22T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T23:13:45.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just the one on the balcony</title><content type='html'>I can't think of anything SMART to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or rather, I've no time to post anything long today. Tired and I wanna sleep soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've got LOADS to talk about but they take way too much time. Still have the Malacca trip and various other outings to blog and photos to put up. Ho ho ho, all so EPIC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap and it was XI YING'S BIRTHDAY TODAY. All the guys came over to my place and we made/cooked/baked loads of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so we had pancakes/eggs/siew mai/sausages for breakfast. Pasta/campbell soup/egg+sausages for lunch and brownies for dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only that all of us ate breakfast at 11.30am, lunch at 4.30pm and... I just finished the brownies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so.. Since all of us feel so very guilty at using so much oil... the brownie itself was 1/2 cup oh gosh I'm freaked... WE HAZ DECIDED TO GO GYMMING TOMORROW HO HO HO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty it's late enough and I know this post is no where near comprehensive enough but I'm too tired to do anything else. Perhaps I'll do a few better ones over the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG MIKE SO TOTALLY ROMANTICALLY AND AWESOMELY PROPOSED TO XIAXUE HOLAYYY. AND SHE WROTE HER LOVE STORY ALREADY IT'S SO FANTASTICALLY AWESOME GAH. Some people just make others envious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-97918947829535153?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/97918947829535153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=97918947829535153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/97918947829535153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/97918947829535153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-one-on-balcony.html' title='Just the one on the balcony'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-4036303431022337743</id><published>2009-12-07T23:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T23:58:09.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I tried everything</title><content type='html'>Sometimes when I apologise to people, I always thought it'd be nice and reassuring if they, assuming that it wasn't a big deal or trouble or no one died or anything, were to smile back and say, "Oh! It's okay, really."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT NOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it, some people are just horrible shits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ish pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-4036303431022337743?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/4036303431022337743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=4036303431022337743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/4036303431022337743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/4036303431022337743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-tried-everything.html' title='I tried everything'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-377433422149588607</id><published>2009-12-04T18:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T18:42:52.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roulette.</title><content type='html'>Hey guys! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's December already wow. How're the holidays coming on? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine has been awesome so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with sister to IONorchard on Monday&lt;br /&gt;Swimming with ZF hurberg tecklim and ben on Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;Bought a pair of awesome sneakers at Queensway and played pool at warren on Wednesday :D&lt;br /&gt;Girls' outing, New Moon and neoprints with Hilda Shermaine and Esther on Thursday&lt;br /&gt;Stayed over at Esther's place till Friday whoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoaaa, I spent so much moolah oh my gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to start saving! (and, ahem, await christmas sales! :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;TAYLOR LAUTNER IS MEGAEFFIN' HAWT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKESRSLY THAT BODAYYYY OH MY MAMAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella swan is some despo-sheez-turned-adrenaline-junkie that leads guys on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or at least that's what I learnt from the movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) If a guy dumps you and says he doesn't love you anymore, he doesn't mean it. All you have to do is beg and destroy your life to prove that you really love him, and he'll come right back and love you even more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) It is perfectly cool to string along innocent but decent guys who are crushing on you and then dump them immediately as soon as your ex-boyfriend reappears, and totally normal if said ex-boyfriend forbids you from seeing your old friend. After all, your love for your ex must be far stronger, because he makes you feel 'alive' and 'dangerous' since he's always on the verge of killing you. And stalking you. We can't really mention that enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cracked.com/funny-36-twilight/"&gt;Source credit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I have gained sufficient knowledge for a lifetime of love wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-377433422149588607?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/377433422149588607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=377433422149588607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/377433422149588607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/377433422149588607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/12/roulette.html' title='Roulette.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-210145000813025359</id><published>2009-11-29T22:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T22:59:42.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We get legendary tonight.</title><content type='html'>Short and non-meaningful post today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel extremely tired and sick to the stomach today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should go get some sleep. Yeah, that'll probably work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already miss OBS a hell lot ahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;Tent pitching and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird not to be surrounded with friends day in day out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the company the most. Raaaah. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OKAY NEVERMIND. YOU PEOPLE JUST SCROLL DOWN AND READ MY LONG LONG OBS POST AND BE DONE WITH IT :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Machiam free self-advertising hahahahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeya 'round!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-210145000813025359?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/210145000813025359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=210145000813025359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/210145000813025359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/210145000813025359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-get-legendary-tonight.html' title='We get legendary tonight.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-8029281926280966899</id><published>2009-11-28T22:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T01:07:38.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RA-RA-RALEIGH!!!!! OH-OH-OH-BEE-ASS!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SxE3NRCB9kI/AAAAAAAABkY/5i0p1JIrv_g/s1600/GEN-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409165328498423362" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SxE3NRCB9kI/AAAAAAAABkY/5i0p1JIrv_g/s400/GEN-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;HEY GUYS :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEN IS BAAAAAAACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder who waited for me to do a "WOWWEE I'M BACK FROM OBS AND IT'S BEEN AWESOME BLAHBLAHBLAH" post. O.o ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. Heeheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the FIRST TIME in like, 6 days or so, my fingernails have been cut and are short and clean and nail-polished! Uhm, well the right-hand nails look horrendous, but screw it I can't find the nail polish remover. My hair is properly clean and I have slept 12 hours already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL CLEAAAAAAN :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBS was a great-tastic experience, and any initial doubts and hesitations of it has all been cleared and it's like, WOOOHOOO I LOVED IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And OF COURSE, OBS wouldn't have been &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THIS AWESOME&lt;/span&gt; without the COMPANY right?&lt;br /&gt;All thanks to JUN YI, GAYA, CHERY YEOW, AMANDA LIM, JOANNE, SHARNE, SHAHID, EMMANUEL, JOEL LIM, IVAN, JEREMY, ZHENGYU, MINH DA HOTGUY, WENBO AAAAAND QIANYI that I have thouroughly enjoyed the 5 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO GO GO &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;RALEIGH&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FIRST DAY THERE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill me please, cause I'd initially thought that I'd hate OBS or never survive those 5 days or something the like. Tonnes glad that it had proved me wrong. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the mad rush of the previous night trying to stuff all the camping sheez into 2 bags cause I ran outta space in the first one, I hope I hadn't forgotten anything half way. Thankgoodness I didn't. PHEW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us met in school before heading off to Punggol Jetty to catch a ferry down to the OBS campsite. Watch 5 became named as RALEIGH, and we got MEI SZE as our instructor. She's awesome. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a group photo before we were ferried down to the actual campsite, where we started off playing ice-breakers and such and unpacking the stalls. Had to count all the dirty tents and ponchos and whatevs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First official OBS activity was &lt;u&gt;Trust Fall&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I was completely freaked over this. Cause I'm not the lightest feather in the group, I WAS SUPER AFRAID THEY WOULD ALL DROP ME OKAY GOSH. Then I'd go crashing to the ground and maybe break my spine or something and be sent home, GAH.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, thankgoodness I got over it and just sucked it up to do it. I think I trust my watchmates more after that, COOL :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember we were given food rations for B/L/D per day, then we had to sort out through plastic bags and plastic boxes for the exact amount of rations per person. It was hella confusing okay LOL. Mostly we had Dry Rations like, bread biscuits and whatnots for breakfast and lunch. Dinner was usually tuna or maggie mee and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thenafter, we had belaying practice.&lt;br /&gt;The command to say to the belayer when the rope gets too taught is "THAT'S ME", and LOL don't ask me why I couldn't stop laughing after every time that was said xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty late after we all had finished bathing, and Mei Sze was black-facing us and all that. &lt;em&gt;Whoops&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So, it ended up that we had to pitch tents and cook in the dark while all other groups had finished doing all that. But still, it was pretty fun! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW I CAN SAY I FINALLY KNOW HOW TO COOK RICE WITHOUT A RICE COOKER WHOOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1, zero mozzie bites. WHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other 4 girls and I were discussing retared things in the tent cause it was waay too hot and humid to sleep in the beginning. We said stuff like, hooker in the tent! Cause there was this hook that I noticed at the top of the tent and they were all saying how they wished there was a fan to put in the tent. I suggested hanging a fan on the hook. Conversation progressed to how a hooker has many fans, HAHHAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I fell asleep on a happy note :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DAY &lt;s&gt;WUN&lt;/s&gt; TOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We trekked in the early morning with freaking heavy bagpacks and Tenzing to Camp 1 from Camp 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp 1 was a concrete heaven. I could bow down to the awesome toilets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i'm joking, but you get the message. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First activity was ROCK CLIMBING :D&lt;br /&gt;I loveeee this. I tried climbing the vertical/incline-out rock wall. Glad to say that I climbed pretty high up :D Although I didn't finish the wall, it was still quite an achievement okay! :D&lt;br /&gt;Emman and Joel (Ng) and Beverly did pretty good heights on the vertical/incline-out wall. COOL! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch, and Praveer asked Gaya (in hindi) to marry him over a piece of Green Apple Cream Bread.&lt;br /&gt;ROMANTIC TO THE MAX HAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayaking practice after lunch.&lt;br /&gt;I was super excited, because I'd never actually kayaked before. During P5 camp we were disallowed to kayak because of strong winds/waves, and in Sec1 camp I had a white-out spell so was forced to rest while the rest kayaked. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was fun! Although the sea was hella dirty. I saw shoes and dead fishes ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I fail at the capsizing part cause... I can't see no shit without my specs hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then while waiting for the rest to complete with the lesson, the guys and I were looking at CRABS! Super exciting okay! Purple and bright red ones on the rocks. COOL! Jun Yi kept kachiao-ing them. TSK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washed up for dinner. Thankgoodness we didn't have to cook it this time round!&lt;br /&gt;So dumb, I wore short pants w/out insect repellent and served dinner for 2 mosquitos. Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT HEY I KILLED THREE OF THOSE BLASTED THINGS WHOO. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them had already contentedly sucked up so much of my blood that when I squashed it, MY BLOOD squirted out. &lt;em&gt;Gross&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys were all eating machines okay! Eat so much rice. See the height of food piled onto Joel's plate, I'm impressed wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all briefed on our Sea Expedition the next day, and I got chosen as a Sea Ex. leader along with Joel (Lim) and Amanda Lim and Yu Jian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discussed the routes(clockwise) and positions to assume in the diamond formation out at sea (Navigator, Starboard, Sweeper, Portside) while the others went for (supposedly) supper and pack up the remaining things and shit, if possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to race-pitch tents with Tenzing in the dark again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DAY TROIS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEA EXPEDITION DAAAAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, we all were late for schedule again. &lt;em&gt;Whoops&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE KAYAKED FOR 8-AND-A-HALF HOURS. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ocean, mangroves, ocean. We got lost countless of times in the stupid mangroves.&lt;br /&gt;And we all became mud piles after the first portage - mud. &lt;em&gt;Gross&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The white shirt that I had over my head became stained with brown mud all over and I turned from Mother Theresa into Majid Theresa. &lt;em&gt;Awesome&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some OBS photographers came to take photos of us at around the second portage - road. Thankgoodness it was non-muddy. Lucky! We followed the speedboat out and headed straight for the ocean again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the wind was super strong and completely NOT in our direction AT ALL so we took a freaking long time to paddle back to Camp 1. Whenever we stopped paddling for 5 mins or so, we drifted back to where we were possibly 15mins ago or something. Irritating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we all got back to Camp 1 in each of our 1 pieces.&lt;br /&gt;We were waaay off time so we sprayed ourselves with water, cleaned the muddy kayaks, knocked my shin on a kayak by accident, slapped powder and deoderant all over ourselves and changed into dry clothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the plan was to trek to our "wilderness" campsite and pitch tents and cook dinner before dusk, we were a few hours behind schedule. Without a choice, we had to have dinner at Camp 1 first before trekking in the dark to the campsite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trekking in the dark for about an hour or so. Pretty amusing heehee. We were all talking about the Pulau Ubin "Oily Man" and it's sightings, and I had a disco-torch that provided much entertainment HEEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raced tent pitching in the dark with Tenzing. Managed to get 45mins extra sleep time :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept on rocky ground that night. Innovatively used a rock near my head as a pillow. Smart yes? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a few rounds of "Oily Man" jokes going on. Funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a few dumb questions shooting around also. =.=" I sure do hope no one misunderstands.&lt;br /&gt;Embarassing much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DAY QUARTO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Land Expedition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packed all our sheez into the bagpacks again, to carry like, 10kg bagpacks for 6 hours trekking in Pulau Ubin to look for 4 original checkpoints. There were 9 checkpoints to find in total. Raleigh took 4, Tenzing took 4. The last one was for the group that reached the meeting spot first - which was us, RALEIGH! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legs and shoulders and back completely died okay! Bagpack super heavy, and perspired a damn lot so had to keep drinking water hahaha. Had to apply counter pain, and although it stung like a bitch at first, but it was OH-SO-SHIOK later HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was SO RELIEVED when it all ended! Finally no need to walk with heavy bagpacks under the burning hot sun! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to play the Standing-on-the-Tub-and-then-have-to-move-it-out-under-us game again. Although we managed to turn the tub around under us in the end, we all took super long can! O.o!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, walked a short distance back to Camp 2, where we were FINALLY able to have a proper bath. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packed the stall, washed ponchos and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mei Sze and Shahid had to leave us because of Hari Raya Haji the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a dinner of fresh rations! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raleigh cooked Omelettes with long beans and onions, rice with apples and raisins (damn awesome MUST TRY!), canned luncheon meat and soup with chicken stock and cabbages and pretty carrots (super nice MUST TRY ALSO!)! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had such a great dinner wowweeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pitched tents again, at the top of the hill. Had a few rounds of ghost stories, freaked Joel out so bad he began shaking like a leaf! O.o!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said goodnights, and managed to sleep well that last night there. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LAST DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether to be happy or to feel extremely sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unpitched tents, had morning PT and breakfast after. Washed all the ground sheets and ponchos and packed the stalls. Instructor Jasmine came to oversee us all, and to play a final round of games and to have morning circle with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thenafter, left Pulau Ubin back to Punggol Jetty to go back to HOME SWEET HOME! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOOOSH THIS WAS A LONG POST I COMPLETELY ENJOYED OBS TTM AND WHOOO I LOVED IT SO MUCH. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone else enjoyed it as much as I did. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, it's 1am! Seeya guys around!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-8029281926280966899?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/8029281926280966899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=8029281926280966899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/8029281926280966899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/8029281926280966899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/11/ra-ra-raleigh-oh-oh-oh-bee-ass.html' title='RA-RA-RALEIGH!!!!! OH-OH-OH-BEE-ASS!!!!'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SxE3NRCB9kI/AAAAAAAABkY/5i0p1JIrv_g/s72-c/GEN-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-1286858620463435328</id><published>2009-11-27T16:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T16:55:07.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To serve to strive and not to yield.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I HAZ SURVIVED 5 DAYS OF OBS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIND BLASTING!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And OMG, my home seems damn clean now!&lt;br /&gt;I have NEVER noticed. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I needa unpack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-1286858620463435328?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/1286858620463435328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=1286858620463435328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/1286858620463435328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/1286858620463435328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-serve-to-strive-and-not-to-yield.html' title='To serve to strive and not to yield.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-6112707579724781443</id><published>2009-11-20T17:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T23:32:53.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>His favourite colour's green.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SwZuntliwCI/AAAAAAAABkI/nrMRrSMzeCc/s1600/PB201969+-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406130031235874850" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SwZuntliwCI/AAAAAAAABkI/nrMRrSMzeCc/s400/PB201969+-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;LAST DAY OF SCHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;305 will be 405 next year! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took shitloads of photos these few days, will put them up on facebook soon. Promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to OBS next Monday through Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish all of us luck in surviving hell, haha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch 5 is awesome. Can't wait to see all the people thereeeee!&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHHAHA I HAVE HOTGUY IN MY WATCH xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left quite a bit of packing to do. Ahhh, I'm terribly afraid that I won't have enough clothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah my luggage will be so heavy. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINA WORLD CUP on Saturday and Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna watch the pro-some people swim OMGOMGOMG I'M SO EXCITED :D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOOT HOLIDAYS :D&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;She.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sits behind him today.&lt;br /&gt;It was neither instigated, nor schemingly planned. It just happened.&lt;br /&gt;She sat behind him today.&lt;br /&gt;Cross-legged Indian style on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She leans forward in the pretence of reading her book, hidden within her lap.&lt;br /&gt;Now surely, she thinks, he wouldn't suspect now.&lt;br /&gt;Would he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She closes her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;She draws in a breath.&lt;br /&gt;And tries to remember his scent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminds her of grass and peppermint, and the warm sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may come in useful,&lt;br /&gt;one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-6112707579724781443?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/6112707579724781443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=6112707579724781443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/6112707579724781443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/6112707579724781443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/11/his-favourite-colours-green.html' title='His favourite colour&apos;s green.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SwZuntliwCI/AAAAAAAABkI/nrMRrSMzeCc/s72-c/PB201969+-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-8294452258149812260</id><published>2009-11-19T23:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T23:15:53.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who would you call with your last goodbye?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://imgfave.com/view/141526"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405832753317772082" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 370px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SwVgP3CtezI/AAAAAAAABj4/8H5bmiMBbCg/s400/tumblr_redblackbeerback1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahhh.&lt;br /&gt;I wish someone would do that for me. *points up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-8294452258149812260?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/8294452258149812260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=8294452258149812260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/8294452258149812260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/8294452258149812260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/11/who-would-you-call-with-your-last.html' title='who would you call with your last goodbye?'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SwVgP3CtezI/AAAAAAAABj4/8H5bmiMBbCg/s72-c/tumblr_redblackbeerback1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-3016908190501303393</id><published>2009-11-18T16:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T18:56:17.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GaGa ooh la la.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Lucky you were born that far away so&lt;br /&gt;we can both make fun of distance&lt;br /&gt;Lucky that I love a foreign land for&lt;br /&gt;the lucky fact of your existence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I would climb the Andes solely&lt;br /&gt;to count the freckles on your body&lt;br /&gt;Never could imagine there were only&lt;br /&gt;too many ways to love somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le ro lo le lo le&lt;br /&gt;Le ro lo le lo le&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see&lt;br /&gt;I'm at your feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever, wherever&lt;br /&gt;We're meant to be together&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there and you'll be near&lt;br /&gt;And that's the deal my dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thereover, hereunder&lt;br /&gt;You'll never have to wonder&lt;br /&gt;We can always play by ear&lt;br /&gt;And that's the deal my dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky that my lips not only mumble&lt;br /&gt;they spill kisses like a fountain&lt;br /&gt;Lucky that my breasts are small and humble&lt;br /&gt;so you don't confise them with mountains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky I have strong legs like my mother&lt;br /&gt;to run for cover when I need it&lt;br /&gt;And these two eyes that for no other&lt;br /&gt;the day you leave will cry a river&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le ro lo le lo le&lt;br /&gt;Le ro lo le lo le&lt;br /&gt;At your feet&lt;br /&gt;I'm at your feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le ro lo le lo le&lt;br /&gt;Le ro lo le lo le&lt;br /&gt;Think out loud&lt;br /&gt;Say it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le ro lo le lo le&lt;br /&gt;Tell me one more time&lt;br /&gt;That you'll live&lt;br /&gt;Lost in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left to fear&lt;br /&gt;If you really feel the way I feel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Whenever, Wherever&lt;br /&gt;Shakira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAHGAHGAHGAHAGAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel ultimately insane right now. Or, no. That's not how I'd describe it.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, out-of-body. ... not really.&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the kind of days when you just wanna grab your head and smash it repeatedly into some wall until everything stops.&lt;br /&gt;That horrible, pounding headache. But not really a headache.&lt;br /&gt;More of, you don't actually know what's happening to your head at all.&lt;br /&gt;It's spinning, spinning, spinning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You're so tired of the monotonity of everything that you just want something to change. Maybe you'll MAKE something different, but you're afraid and unsure of the end result. Positive? Negative?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You've been desperately trying to get away from this irritating little bug. But hell! The stupid thing keeps coming back. And you're angry at yourself for not squishing it before when you had the courage to, because now you feel totally deflated and weak and that stupid bug seems &lt;em&gt;bloody&lt;/em&gt; intimidating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ARGHHHH. ARGHHHH. AHHHAHHHHAHHHHHHHHRGGGGGH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hit something. NAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ACm9yECwSso&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ACm9yECwSso&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LIKE, OMFG WHAT THE HELL WAS SHE THINKING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&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;Alright, will be back soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-3016908190501303393?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/3016908190501303393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=3016908190501303393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/3016908190501303393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/3016908190501303393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/11/gaga-ooh-la-la.html' title='GaGa ooh la la.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-4995144178542856523</id><published>2009-11-15T23:18:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T23:39:21.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time you enjoyed wasting is not time wasted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHHA I SURVIVED IN HEELS TODAY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and didn't fall over. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's a pretty good accomplishment. Whoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, booo oh boooo my sister kept laughing at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played basketball with the guys after church today. Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darwin the pai-ka tried to use his injured leg to stop a runaway ball. Then he fell to the ground clutching his injured foot. OH DUMB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thenafter, we headed down to Lot 1, being an embarassment to public eye as we went along. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James, Gideon and I ditched the rest of the group for Subway at the Lot 1 basement. When Yi Heng called James to ask where we were, he replied that we were up at the food court (HA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tricked them into believing us that we were really at the food court, but then later on they pangseh-ed us to take the 3.20pm Warren bus when they found out. We ended up having to take a public bus down and then walk into Warren. Oh, sweet Karma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, we later had the most fun game of Iceman (freeze and melt?) at the kids' pool. HAHAHA YI HENG HAS A SMEXY SINGLET TAN-LINE xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched a couple of Synchronized Swimmers perform. Quite cool, took a few videos.&lt;br /&gt;Will post it up some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow the school will be bringing us out for some World Religious Tour.&lt;br /&gt;They made us wear the fugly school polo tee with jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH FAG IT LOOKS ABSOLUTELY HIDEOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE SHOULD TELL SWS ABOUT HER FASHION SENSE (or lack thereof), IF NOT THE YEAR 3 STUDENTS OF NUSHIGH WILL BE WALKING AROUND SINGAPORE LOOKING LIKE A BUNCH OF FASHION FUCK-UPS WITH A WARDROBE MALFUNCTION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DISGUSTING&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-4995144178542856523?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/4995144178542856523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=4995144178542856523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/4995144178542856523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/4995144178542856523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/11/time-you-enjoyed-wasting-is-not-time.html' title='Time you enjoyed wasting is not time wasted.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-7384362597456875729</id><published>2009-11-12T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T23:36:06.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabotage, over and over again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://beneathmybones.tumblr.com/post/241156915"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403238769207792866" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SvwpCHM_1OI/AAAAAAAABjw/yVNIb5zgwAc/s400/tumblr_beneathmybones1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL HAI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I majorily screwed up my EOYs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, all I can think of doing, and all I wanna do, is to curl up in a nice, soft bed, turn the air-conditioner on and drown myself in soppy books plus good music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything else, and I think I'll go sick and retch on everything I pass by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oomph. My tummy hurts. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-7384362597456875729?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/7384362597456875729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=7384362597456875729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/7384362597456875729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/7384362597456875729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/11/sabotage-over-and-over-again.html' title='Sabotage, over and over again.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SvwpCHM_1OI/AAAAAAAABjw/yVNIb5zgwAc/s72-c/tumblr_beneathmybones1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-4493197269727114025</id><published>2009-11-08T20:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T22:32:48.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss the man I'm about to miss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SvbWBKUouLI/AAAAAAAABjg/ZiLreIHezQ4/s1600-h/PB081850-tile-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401740118516611250" style="WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SvbWBKUouLI/AAAAAAAABjg/ZiLreIHezQ4/s400/PB081850-tile-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HELLO HELLO (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is doing stupid survey right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't dare to keep my Windows Live MSN on because I'm scared it'll crash on me or something and cause me to lose all the dumb surveys that I've been working on for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH. Take THAT! stupid MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got loads of pictures, upload later. Maybe on facebook too if it stops being a bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-4493197269727114025?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/4493197269727114025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=4493197269727114025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/4493197269727114025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/4493197269727114025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-miss-man-im-about-to-miss.html' title='I miss the man I&apos;m about to miss'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SvbWBKUouLI/AAAAAAAABjg/ZiLreIHezQ4/s72-c/PB081850-tile-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-7852502989576249625</id><published>2009-11-06T16:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T16:08:41.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let's make fun of distance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fuckyeahfashionn.tumblr.com/post/232736548"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400897885125903314" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 386px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SvPYAucWg9I/AAAAAAAABjQ/fyfPYFI0CQk/s400/tumblr_fuckyeahfashion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;HELL YEAH FREEDOM SURE IS SWEET&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog later, is wants to sleeepz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-7852502989576249625?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/7852502989576249625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=7852502989576249625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/7852502989576249625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/7852502989576249625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/11/lets-make-fun-of-distance.html' title='let&apos;s make fun of distance.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SvPYAucWg9I/AAAAAAAABjQ/fyfPYFI0CQk/s72-c/tumblr_fuckyeahfashion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-310872158012424966</id><published>2009-11-04T22:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T22:23:08.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tango is not for three.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SvGKG9kdlUI/AAAAAAAABjI/L48rxUg48RM/s1600-h/tumblr_NYCW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400249280405280066" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SvGKG9kdlUI/AAAAAAAABjI/L48rxUg48RM/s400/tumblr_NYCW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AIYOH ARMS STILL SHAKING&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Functions and Physics were blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trigo tomorrow. French the next. 2 more days yo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-310872158012424966?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/310872158012424966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=310872158012424966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/310872158012424966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/310872158012424966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/11/tango-is-not-for-three.html' title='Tango is not for three.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SvGKG9kdlUI/AAAAAAAABjI/L48rxUg48RM/s72-c/tumblr_NYCW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-2368960667557202062</id><published>2009-11-03T19:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T19:27:46.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whine up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IY5qAKWn5r8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/IY5qAKWn5r8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAAAAAA WHY DIDN'T I LEARN LATIN SALSA WHEN I WAS 4!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-2368960667557202062?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/2368960667557202062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=2368960667557202062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/2368960667557202062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/2368960667557202062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/11/whine-up.html' title='whine up.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-3735389784241211693</id><published>2009-10-27T00:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T00:39:49.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's what she said...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396944660941571218" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SuXMkyvdBJI/AAAAAAAABjA/NrhdYvH_gyk/s400/26102009192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;305 &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heeheee helloo. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class photo looks weirddd. I look so weird! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M11SvDtPBhA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M11SvDtPBhA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me, or...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No damn I swear she did something to those two girls there. O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to good-girl-Hannah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll credit the M.V. that it has some really cool dance moves in there, and that Miley C. has got really nice hair but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG THERE ARE LIKE, KIDS WATCHING MILEY CYRUS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-3735389784241211693?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/3735389784241211693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=3735389784241211693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/3735389784241211693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/3735389784241211693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/10/thats-what-she-said.html' title='That&apos;s what she said...'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SuXMkyvdBJI/AAAAAAAABjA/NrhdYvH_gyk/s72-c/26102009192.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-1773116969461208056</id><published>2009-10-25T23:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T00:02:28.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're breathing, but you're barely alive.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396565424644706978" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SuRzqVcaUqI/AAAAAAAABi4/-1sagazgomU/s400/tumblr_kryzd6uFaz1qa17m6o1_500.png" border="0" /&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;Alright I know I did say I wasn't going to post till much later. But nvm, this won't take long. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to "The First One" by Boys Like Girls over and over and over againnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;Best thing is, I'm still not tired of it heee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booo. I've been feeling sick to the stomach all day. This sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I shacked out on sleep last night. Shouldn't have stayed up to read that dumb book, heh.&lt;br /&gt;I've read waaaay too many cheesy love stories with perfect endings and blah blah stuff like that, even in really simple english, as if written by an amateur author. Bores the living shit out of you, it's sickening.&lt;br /&gt;Should find more interesting books during the hols, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear, oh dear. Chem quiz 7 and French Listening Compre and Oral tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not exactly prepared but I don't want to study. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My throat feels weird. Oh no, what if I develop something over the night and cannot talk tomorrow? I think I'd better go sleeeep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy: There's softball tomorrow! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-1773116969461208056?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/1773116969461208056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=1773116969461208056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/1773116969461208056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/1773116969461208056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/10/youre-breathing-but-youre-barely-alive.html' title='You&apos;re breathing, but you&apos;re barely alive.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SuRzqVcaUqI/AAAAAAAABi4/-1sagazgomU/s72-c/tumblr_kryzd6uFaz1qa17m6o1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-8672140308511281407</id><published>2009-10-23T23:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T01:04:05.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The way your body talkin' makes sense.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395827460669040082" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SuHUfLZ55dI/AAAAAAAABio/4XbougQAa5g/s400/tumblr_kry1u1IwUO1qzcqvlo1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back once again! (:&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;Well, don't expect much! Exams are coming and I have just turned on ultra-mugger mode muahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay eww that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;But nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played our last round of basketball this season, before the exams.&lt;br /&gt;So many people wanted to steal the courts from Esther and I cause &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;THEY AIN'T GOT GUTS TO STEAL YUKI'S-AND-WHOEVER-WAS-PLAYING-WITH-HIM'S COURT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;BOO to you. Cowards. Public property, &lt;em&gt;indeed&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'll bet even strangers have more decency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben and Hurberg pangseh us &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Ah, oh man. There's still a Chem quiz next monday.&lt;br /&gt;School's so slack nowadays. Mostly revisions. GIVE US A BREAK LA, LET US STUDY AT HOMEEE.&lt;br /&gt;How nice eh? Don't have to wake up at ungodly hours like 5.45am. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man I still have so many things I wanna ramble on and on about but sigh now's not the time with exams so near and such like that but if I don't say then I'll be like ARGGGHHHH and all that sheeeez but whatever I should go study first. Boohoo my blogs are getting so boring hell it's not &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; fault, per se cause I've got nothing blogworthy to post about. So many random things I wanna blog but they take up a lot of time! and that's what I really don't have much of right now roar. ZZZZ I can't wait till exams end then probably I'll go on a SLEEPING MARATHON WHOOHOO then I'll be like some big fat pig dead to the world HAHAHAHA spfle. Okay perhaps I should go to sleep now super tired gotta wake up early tomorrow also, moochiez. Monday's the Year 6 Farewell assembly muahahhaa most likely not gonna go because of French Oral and LC whoopdewhoohoo all the better cause don't have to see aksjadlkjaslkfj spoil my mood okay grosses your imagination dry of all its juices. lkkjfalskjda is also so very BLEARGHHH, so nauseating I feel like heaving everytime they come into my line of vision. WTF it's already 1am and dumb cousin is still playing that stupid wargame, so horrible and violent! Tsk. couldn't be bothered, he's free to do whatever he wants after PSLE anyway. HAHAHAHA I WONDER WHO READ ALL THE WAY UNTIL HERE HAHAHAHA YOU MUST BE SUPER BORED OR SOMETHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last post till exams end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, and till more interesting posts,&lt;br /&gt;goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'M  A JEJU DOLL. TOUCH MY NOSE AND YOU WILL HAVE A SON. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-8672140308511281407?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/8672140308511281407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=8672140308511281407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/8672140308511281407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/8672140308511281407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/10/way-your-body-talkin-makes-sense.html' title='The way your body talkin&apos; makes sense.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SuHUfLZ55dI/AAAAAAAABio/4XbougQAa5g/s72-c/tumblr_kry1u1IwUO1qzcqvlo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-5731925357338096525</id><published>2009-10-20T22:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T23:39:12.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm starting to feel just a little abused, like a coffee machine in an office.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/St3Whhv8P0I/AAAAAAAABiY/zf5lB40PG1A/s1600-h/20102009155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394703800143200066" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/St3Whhv8P0I/AAAAAAAABiY/zf5lB40PG1A/s320/20102009155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hellooooo and welcome back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;OMG MY COUSIN JUST WENT &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"BOOOOMZ BABY"&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHAHA I HEARD HIM FROM MY ROOM LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry I had to digress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. On to what I'm REALLY gonna post about. ( :D )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE START OF A GREAT FRIENDSHIP BEGINS WITHHHHHH............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;UNDERWEAR!&lt;/span&gt; (and particularly nude-coloured ones.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So then was the FIRST TIME Esther and I were having a proper, long-ish conversation. And it happened to be about disgusting &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;NUDE COLOURED UNDERWEAR&lt;/span&gt;. HAH HAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GUYS! THIS IS ABSOLUTE LIVING PROOF THAT TALKING ABOUT UNDERWEAR PREFERENCE CAN BRING TWO PEOPLE TOGETHER. :D:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bahahahha, I love my friends. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TARZAN AND JANE &lt;strong&gt;JEJU&lt;/strong&gt; FRIENDS! BLACK MOUNTAIN, BOUNCY GREEN MOUNTAIN, AND KNOCK YOU DOWNNNNNNNNNN! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, the things Shermaine and I get down to in Physics, is DEFINITELY NOT for the faint of heart. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, we got really bored in physics. And, also found out that we had brought both our Jeju dolls :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shermaine gave one of these little cuties to me when she came back from Korea some time ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine how HARD we laughed during physics (and math, HAHAHA).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/St3TbLPsRlI/AAAAAAAABiQ/YvvfoV5UKBY/s1600-h/20102009156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394700392488257106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/St3TbLPsRlI/AAAAAAAABiQ/YvvfoV5UKBY/s320/20102009156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are our JEJU friends on the BLACK MOUNTAIN! (which is actually Shermaine's bag, but SHHH! DON'T TELL THEM OKAY? They're on a tour :D )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/St3TZS_iEKI/AAAAAAAABiI/tevJHvnTp4o/s1600-h/20102009157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394700360208224418" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/St3TZS_iEKI/AAAAAAAABiI/tevJHvnTp4o/s320/20102009157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE GREEN BOUNCY MOUNTAIN! (which is actually my watch, HAH.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/St3TXyVlWAI/AAAAAAAABiA/nhCW12FBMgQ/s1600-h/20102009158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394700334262474754" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/St3TXyVlWAI/AAAAAAAABiA/nhCW12FBMgQ/s320/20102009158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHEN LOVE KNOCKS YOU DOWN, KNOCKS YOU DOWN JUST GET BACK UP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tarzan and Jane love affair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/St3TXeMJCXI/AAAAAAAABh4/2vHQbR7vzlE/s1600-h/20102009160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394700328854161778" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/St3TXeMJCXI/AAAAAAAABh4/2vHQbR7vzlE/s320/20102009160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHOOPSIE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/St3TWpqS4NI/AAAAAAAABhw/wkA46X7SoUA/s1600-h/20102009161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394700314753556690" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/St3TWpqS4NI/AAAAAAAABhw/wkA46X7SoUA/s320/20102009161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWW MISSED! TRY AGAIN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/St3R7b1LAeI/AAAAAAAABho/UDSL8kKPThA/s1600-h/20102009162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394698747672986082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/St3R7b1LAeI/AAAAAAAABho/UDSL8kKPThA/s320/20102009162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISSED AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/St3R6mfns9I/AAAAAAAABhg/oJV178l5gYY/s1600-h/20102009163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394698733355512786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/St3R6mfns9I/AAAAAAAABhg/oJV178l5gYY/s320/20102009163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BULLSEYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/St3R6KrYiiI/AAAAAAAABhY/gxiOf3Ifcz4/s1600-h/20102009164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394698725888657954" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/St3R6KrYiiI/AAAAAAAABhY/gxiOf3Ifcz4/s320/20102009164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're lying together. Supposed to be stargazing. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/St3R5XrvLAI/AAAAAAAABhQ/wtmY8VPkdWI/s1600-h/20102009165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394698712199932930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/St3R5XrvLAI/AAAAAAAABhQ/wtmY8VPkdWI/s320/20102009165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't friend you already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/St3R4uLALPI/AAAAAAAABhI/5D6RGBv7VTw/s1600-h/20102009166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394698701056781554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/St3R4uLALPI/AAAAAAAABhI/5D6RGBv7VTw/s320/20102009166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's OKAY (: Friends kiss and make-up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JEJU FRIENDS FTW! xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mugged for Sports Nutri EVERYWHERE today. HAHAH. You just gotta love my notes. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Played basketball for 'bout an hour during break, where shortly into our game we were joined by Ben and Hurberg. Played a match for fun, was so awesome. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's my day today. I had great fun(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you guys had fun too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-5731925357338096525?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/5731925357338096525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=5731925357338096525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/5731925357338096525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/5731925357338096525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-starting-to-feel-just-little-abused.html' title='I&apos;m starting to feel just a little abused, like a coffee machine in an office.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/St3Whhv8P0I/AAAAAAAABiY/zf5lB40PG1A/s72-c/20102009155.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-6702979533086295574</id><published>2009-10-16T23:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T00:51:41.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I say forget it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;...I know that I'll regret it&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helloooooo weekends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another week be over, and now I've got Monday free too! All kudos to Deeeeepavali holiday.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I could be complaining about all the stupid stuff like ranting about how everyone else have already finished their End-Of-Years, and I'm still here slogging my poor guts out and sheez like that, but it's okay. I'm sure over the previous few years I have done enough of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you wanna go bleed your eyes out over my disgustingly childish and horribly written Year 1 and Year 2 posts, then go to my archives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another hand,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was cool. :D Won $50 Ben and Jerry's vouchers from winning captain's ball for the interclass tourney's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played basketball with the two funniest basketballers I know. Entirely video-worthy, those two jokers. HAH. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took 30mins to put in contacts, another 10 to get them out later. And I looked like I didn't sleep for DAYS on end after I removed them. Ouchies. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for Shermaine to get hers on Monday, so we can ditch out specs already! This is more exciting than it should be, hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES.&lt;br /&gt;And not to forget...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Sports Nutri, while Mss Lim was going through what to do if you developed a cramp while swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Lim: "So, what is the first thing you do if you see your friend having a cramp?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess her expected answer was something along the lines of helping him stretch/massage/or whatever that helps to ease the cramp, but noooooo, guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:"&lt;em&gt;Mouth-to-mouth.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, I can't remember the last time I laughed so hard... (oh no that was actually in Mr. Wang's class, but I digress.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classmates are so awesome, xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES AND TABOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kungfu ... PANDA!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my class. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Imma go off now. Have not yet fulfilled my sleep quota for this week.&lt;br /&gt;Night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-6702979533086295574?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/6702979533086295574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=6702979533086295574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/6702979533086295574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/6702979533086295574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-i-say-forget-it.html' title='If I say forget it...'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-2353033169455283471</id><published>2009-10-14T17:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T18:03:25.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's nothing like the girl you've ever seen before</title><content type='html'>Nothing you can compare to your neighbourhood whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another hand, I'll be collecting my trial pair of contacts tomorrow(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*happy dance*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-2353033169455283471?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/2353033169455283471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=2353033169455283471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/2353033169455283471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/2353033169455283471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/10/shes-nothing-like-girl-youve-ever-seen.html' title='She&apos;s nothing like the girl you&apos;ve ever seen before'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-31091449622962982</id><published>2009-10-08T16:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T16:51:48.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'scuse me while I throw up.</title><content type='html'>I just gagged when I read my previous posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone tell me please, are they as bad as I think they are?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-31091449622962982?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/31091449622962982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=31091449622962982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/31091449622962982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/31091449622962982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/10/scuse-me-while-i-throw-up.html' title='&apos;scuse me while I throw up.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-8112455165306227090</id><published>2009-10-07T23:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T00:21:44.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't wanna live a life that was comprehensive</title><content type='html'>Bio exam was sick. I don't think I knew half of what I wrote down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, the questions don't appear to make sense in the first place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, whatevs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;All teh pplz around miie r takin dheir EOYs 2dae. Wiish dhem g00dluck&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I feel gay. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh... I'm tired. I should have gone to sleep already... But, well.&lt;br /&gt;Nvm, still a little bit more time. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;DOMO DOMO&lt;/span&gt;! Hope you're feeling much better by now! You sure did scare the living shit out of me when you went so pale :/  Sleep more okay ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Someone will have to remind me that I have to complete my math journal by tomorrow night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for exams end. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Oh damn. I feel like I'm rushing into something, a lot of things, actually.&lt;br /&gt;Always in a hurry to do this, that, whatevs. It gets tiring, easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should just slow down once in a while, and let things flow, naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be doing things that I am comfortable doing. Not anything forced, or crap like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Like what you're shoving on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ain't okay, but, life sucks so whatevs. Shrug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But actually... Come to think about it now, I guess it ain't all that bad, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I can go to school and manage to plaster a smile on my face. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no. Of course not. It ain't that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to have someone that keeps you going, monotonous or not, day after day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if they do not know it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it. Who keeps you going, each day?&lt;br /&gt;And how about yourself? Are you the smile on someone's face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;(: goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-8112455165306227090?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/8112455165306227090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=8112455165306227090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/8112455165306227090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/8112455165306227090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/10/dont-wanna-live-life-that-was.html' title='don&apos;t wanna live a life that was comprehensive'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-8518069137967882511</id><published>2009-10-04T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T01:30:59.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the end, it'll be okay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;OH YEAH IS AWESOME I JUST FINISHED THE MATH JOURNAL FOR FUNCTIONS. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it looks mightymighty adorable! I completely want my design as a toyyy HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, is off to bathe first.&lt;br /&gt;Has been a long day, is super tired, still have the graph labelling and the reflections to complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also have to charge the laptop first.&lt;br /&gt;Will blog later if it isn't too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit at 1.30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH EM GEE I ONLY JUST FINISHED THE ENTIRE MATH JOURNAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left the reflections, but I don't think I feel up to writing anything now. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio exam on wednesday, chinese test on tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;Have studied for neither. My weekends are totally wasted, oh shiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems to me I will not be sleeping much this week again. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I read something really interesting. Just wanted to share with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Everything will be okay in the end. If it's not okay, it's not the end&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy exam week, non-NUSHS students. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-8518069137967882511?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/8518069137967882511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=8518069137967882511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/8518069137967882511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/8518069137967882511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-end-itll-be-okay.html' title='In the end, it&apos;ll be okay.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-8631588716008900504</id><published>2009-10-01T00:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T01:37:59.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They think I'm weird cause I hate goodbyes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Today I was at the movies, on a date with a guy I discovered I really don’t like. Seeing my disgust as he cracked gross jokes and asked me if I could pay for the tickets, the hot guy behind the counter charged me the kids price. He left me a note in my change that said, “ditch him and go to theatre 12”. I did. Harry Potter 6 was playing, and a few minutes he came in with a giant box of Bertie Botts Every Flavored Beans. Hello, soulmate. MLIA &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA I totally wish something as cool as that would happen!&lt;br /&gt;Bring us out of the mundanity of repetition. Sounds cool? I think so too. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after I so happened to chance upon something that made me laugh uncontrollably for awhile, I got reminded of what Shermaine Esther and I were discussing in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was sharing with them my really, really, REALLY fail experiences at times, when I mentioned a biking trip with a guy I had since then discovered I don't really like. I tried to explain everything in explicit detail, and we all laughed at the loser-ish failure, and of course at my really fail reactions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Hey, it WAS supposed to be MY FAIL EXPERIENCES, right? Hahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we began to discuss the ways I could have gotten myself outta this sticky situation. Obviously, a 180-degree opposite to what I had done then. Sometimes, I wish I had their brains all together at once! Saves me all the trouble, yes/no? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the ways to get out was to flee the scene (which I find exceedingly humourous) :&lt;br /&gt;If he gets too close, slap him away, swing-jump on the bike and pedal like all hell broke loose.&lt;br /&gt;Creeper gets stranded there, being a complete direction-and-bike noob. With lousy stamina, he's never gonna be able to chase me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if only there was some - what was it again? - really hot guy behind the BIKE COUNTER, HAHAHA IMAGINE THE COINCIDENCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES TALKING ABOUT HP6...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO WAITING IN DESPERATE AWE FOR HP7 MOVIES PART 1 AND 2 !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butsrsly, I hope that this time the directors will do a decent job in wrapping up the entire awesome, fantastic, greatastic! series of the genius of J.K. Rowling.&lt;br /&gt;Don't want it to end up like a disappointing HP6!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D:D Excitement hardly concealed. :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPEAKING OF EXCITEMENT AND APPREHENSION... (^.^)V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther Shermaine and I made a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TON&lt;/span&gt; of plans for the holidays!&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna have the obvious and usual SHOPPING TRIPS/MOVIES/MALL HUNTING. I guess it's what every girl would do... *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE. SO MONOTONOUS RIGHT. WHERE GOT FUN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... this is where we all decided to spice up our lives by shamelessly being the flamboyant crazy people we actually are (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that is really just hidden by our school uniforms&lt;/span&gt;) !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SHHH&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;It's all gonna be hush-hush about it for now, but I promise my readers that after we have finished with all our stupid exams and have our holidays... YOU ALL WILL GET TO READ WHAT WE HAVE DONE. (:&lt;br /&gt;Also, I can assure that it will be a few of the bestest posts I have ever posted or ever will post. :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooooo.&lt;br /&gt;It's Mooncake festival! I love mooncakes, really really love these once-a-year treats! :D&lt;br /&gt;Oooohyay, we have mooncakes at home! I think Imma go steal some tomorrow. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh mannnn I'm really really excited. :D:D&lt;br /&gt;Exams are in about a month, holidays are even longer away, sadly. ):&lt;br /&gt;But IT'S OKAY. MORE TIME TO SAVE UP ON MOOLAH. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh... It's really late already.&lt;br /&gt;And I've got 7 hours of lesson tomorrow whootzers. !&lt;br /&gt;GO SLEEP, ALL YOU WORLD. GO SLEEP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just reading my tags, and Ryan said I should stay single.&lt;br /&gt;I'm highly confused. I AM single. O.o&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;don't get your hopes high up eh, I'm currently very unavaliable&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH what am I talking about. Who would even give a damn if I'm single or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but you know what? I think our biology class teacher suspects Shermaine Esther and I to be a lesbianic trio. SHHH DON'T TELL ANYONE OKAY.&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;xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-8631588716008900504?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/8631588716008900504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=8631588716008900504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/8631588716008900504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/8631588716008900504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/10/they-think-im-weird-cause-i-hate.html' title='They think I&apos;m weird cause I hate goodbyes.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-6469953999002292114</id><published>2009-09-28T18:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T22:10:02.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>soldier down</title><content type='html'>It's almost, amazing, for lack of a better word, to see how much your perception of a person can do a 180-degree flip and walk on its hands as you look on, aghast and pertrified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions zoom through your head, whereas answers are nowhere to be found.&lt;br /&gt;You find yourself asking, &lt;em&gt;why is this so&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;You ask yourself, &lt;em&gt;what happened&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;You question, &lt;em&gt;what is wrong&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly but surely, this question will pop up:&lt;br /&gt;"Did I do something... &lt;em&gt;wrong&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think back, far as you can, as much as possible. But you cannot figure out what did you do.&lt;br /&gt;You're most likely on the verge of hair-pulling, because, of course! It MUST be YOUR fault! It's not his fault, not her fault, not anyone elses's fault. It's YOURS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you will come to the conclusion that, yes, it's true, you did nothing.&lt;br /&gt;The only wrong is &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;You&lt;/em&gt; are the wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear! What are you going to do then?&lt;br /&gt;You're guilty. It's you. It has ALWAYS been you, nothing else. You, &lt;em&gt;guilty&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are desperate now. Desperate to keep him here, no matter what. HE will NOT leave YOU.&lt;br /&gt;Anything he says, you say yes. Whatever he asks for, you give. Of course! It was your fault in the first place, isn't it? Shouldn't you make up for your wrongdoings? Do you have the right to say NO to him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, he gave you no promises. He gave you no reassurance. He leaves you thinking you are still guilty. You may be oblivious to it, but he is taking advantage of you. He likes this game, seeing as he gains without loss. He wants to continue this game for as long as he likes. For as long as he wants, until he tires of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is easy for him. So, so easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no! What if he decides that being with you doesn't give him a '&lt;em&gt;kick&lt;/em&gt;'?&lt;br /&gt;What if he says you are too boring, grow up! Have fun like an adult!&lt;br /&gt;If not he'll just go find someone else instead. Someone more avaliable, someone easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you do?&lt;br /&gt;You can barely stand the thought. It tears you apart.&lt;br /&gt;You decide that you have had enough, that you don't want to go through this torment anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, it works!&lt;br /&gt;But only for a few days. He 'respects' your decision, true, but only for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;He decides that you are actually very fun to play with, to torture, to torment. He decides to poke, prod, and push you until you oblige to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, oh no.&lt;br /&gt;You are smarter now! No more a push-over! Whoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, nostalgia kicks in, and you desperately miss the old person, the person you knew from before all the bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;And you want this old person back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cling on to all hopes and faith that maybe, just maybe, something you change and lo-and-behold, you have back the one you knew from months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'll never return. You don't know what had gotten into you to make you think like that.&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;Well, I guess he was the right person at the exact correct moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just the wrong person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;I'd like something new already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-6469953999002292114?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/6469953999002292114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=6469953999002292114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/6469953999002292114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/6469953999002292114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/09/soldier-down.html' title='soldier down'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-443542985546953054</id><published>2009-09-26T00:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T00:47:29.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Draw w miie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MvjZ6VkLuCM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MvjZ6VkLuCM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of the sweetest clips I have ever seen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-443542985546953054?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/443542985546953054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=443542985546953054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/443542985546953054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/443542985546953054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/09/draw-w-miie.html' title='Draw w miie.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-2179349586637399890</id><published>2009-09-20T21:37:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T15:56:23.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little less sixteen candles, a little more touch me.</title><content type='html'>Hello! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;It's 20/09/2009!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEEHEE anyone notice that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahhaa didn't &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;09/09/09&lt;/span&gt; keep you guys busy enough already, xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I know I did say I'll be moving to &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tumblr&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but I think I'll use &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;blogger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for long posts when I have the time, and when I have a whole ton of pictures to share. :D:D ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also also, today is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;10 freaking days&lt;/span&gt; after I turn 15!&lt;br /&gt;And I know I have not posted the photos from &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;septemberthetenthtwentyohnine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Shermaine has been bugging me for it hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gear up for photospam (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;once again&lt;/span&gt;) and a rather detailed post today to make up for my &lt;em&gt;lack-of-content&lt;/em&gt; posts for the past few days. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on the TEHTH OF SEPTEMBER TWENTY OH NINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GENEVIEVE ANNE KIESEKER TURNED 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY OKAY DONE.&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;&lt;br /&gt;YOU THINK. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up rather early, went down to warren to swim cause I wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;Then it rained, grahh. Had to get up, change, go back home and sulk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yadah. yadah&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why sulk when I have an &lt;em&gt;overnight date&lt;/em&gt; complete with &lt;strong&gt;MOF dessert&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 awesome hours of POOL&lt;/span&gt; with the bestest girlfriends on the surface of the earth?&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly I went down with &lt;em&gt;The Family&lt;/em&gt; to Lot 1 to watch them eat lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Bugged &lt;em&gt;The Sister&lt;/em&gt; to go down to look at some clothes shop with me. (:&lt;br /&gt;Ended up getting a few new tops while Shermaine and Esther ran overtime with Mr. Tien in physics. (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SHH DON'T TELL THEM KAY (: PINKY PROMISE. &lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And soooo... at around 1pm-ish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHICH PEOPLE ARRIVED? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say hellloooooo to....&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrZJaSWBPZI/AAAAAAAABfg/lv02zGraFkg/s1600-h/P9101660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383571120517627282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrZJaSWBPZI/AAAAAAAABfg/lv02zGraFkg/s320/P9101660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHERMAINE NAH :D&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love this shot HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaand....&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrY2AM5NWcI/AAAAAAAABaw/dCGj0JroMs8/s1600-h/P9101692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383549781657082306" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrY2AM5NWcI/AAAAAAAABaw/dCGj0JroMs8/s320/P9101692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESTHER. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up to M.O.F. for lunch and fantastic jap. ice cream for dessert! &lt;em&gt;Yummm&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a bento. Damn cute! It came with a small kiddish-like spoon. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Loves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrZOhOAf2AI/AAAAAAAABhA/5VA3k1Ut2FE/s1600-h/P9101648-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383576737170839554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrZOhOAf2AI/AAAAAAAABhA/5VA3k1Ut2FE/s320/P9101648-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;stop looking at my bra-strap, you perv.!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrZOgUmdS0I/AAAAAAAABg4/xuxAkzm6FlM/s1600-h/P9101649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383576721760799554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrZOgUmdS0I/AAAAAAAABg4/xuxAkzm6FlM/s320/P9101649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the spoon? HEEHEE(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrZOf2IuRuI/AAAAAAAABgw/kZ2ja2N43ZM/s1600-h/P9101650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383576713583019746" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrZOf2IuRuI/AAAAAAAABgw/kZ2ja2N43ZM/s320/P9101650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're trying not to look jealous while they're waiting for their food cause mine's already arrived! HEE(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrZLem1x1WI/AAAAAAAABgo/gv_6NI5sEGk/s1600-h/P9101651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383573393762276706" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrZLem1x1WI/AAAAAAAABgo/gv_6NI5sEGk/s320/P9101651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lookin' happy with her sandwich!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrZLeEB6L3I/AAAAAAAABgg/Gw-aYQ2L2G4/s1600-h/P9101652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383573384417914738" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrZLeEB6L3I/AAAAAAAABgg/Gw-aYQ2L2G4/s320/P9101652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so is Shermaine :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessert after main course, that's the rule!&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrZLdZ2QLbI/AAAAAAAABgY/UCSUBj6SvxI/s1600-h/P9101653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383573373094735282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrZLdZ2QLbI/AAAAAAAABgY/UCSUBj6SvxI/s320/P9101653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AVOCADO AND HAZELNUT SMOOTHIE.&lt;br /&gt;Pure awesomeness (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and fats&lt;/span&gt;) I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;QUICK QUICK snap a photo if not it'll all be gone in like, 10 seconds! Just like Hilda's cake!&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrZLdL7814I/AAAAAAAABgQ/qO1DFZOQ_r4/s1600-h/P9101654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383573369360537474" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrZLdL7814I/AAAAAAAABgQ/qO1DFZOQ_r4/s320/P9101654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrZLcuyJPOI/AAAAAAAABgI/m6Hk1q1ZIno/s1600-h/P9101655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383573361534778594" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrZLcuyJPOI/AAAAAAAABgI/m6Hk1q1ZIno/s320/P9101655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrZJc5zZBPI/AAAAAAAABgA/XLIcB5voEbg/s1600-h/P9101656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383571165469541618" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrZJc5zZBPI/AAAAAAAABgA/XLIcB5voEbg/s320/P9101656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suppoed to look like I'm totally in love with that Oreo MochaFrappe, but... well.&lt;br /&gt;I just look surprised at having the stupid picture taken. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrZJcH7oOpI/AAAAAAAABf4/VZUIDRieuRM/s1600-h/P9101657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383571152082320018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrZJcH7oOpI/AAAAAAAABf4/VZUIDRieuRM/s320/P9101657.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is MINE. MUAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrZJbryELcI/AAAAAAAABfw/v3q3xA42Luo/s1600-h/P9101658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383571144526015938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrZJbryELcI/AAAAAAAABfw/v3q3xA42Luo/s320/P9101658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shermaine looks ultra-happy too!&lt;br /&gt;And why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrZJaxTfBKI/AAAAAAAABfo/hhqSTP72JoE/s1600-h/P9101659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383571128828495010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrZJaxTfBKI/AAAAAAAABfo/hhqSTP72JoE/s320/P9101659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause this Mango sundae is teh bestest. Yummmmmms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrZHsqCNL6I/AAAAAAAABfY/zeQK_BQck3Q/s1600-h/P9101661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383569237091364770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrZHsqCNL6I/AAAAAAAABfY/zeQK_BQck3Q/s320/P9101661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh-hoo. Almost done with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrZHsO_fxjI/AAAAAAAABfQ/5sUO6nuMrxc/s1600-h/P9101662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383569229832242738" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrZHsO_fxjI/AAAAAAAABfQ/5sUO6nuMrxc/s320/P9101662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shermaine doens't like the jellies underneath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrZHrtn4tUI/AAAAAAAABfI/xhXM_9uTVPo/s1600-h/P9101663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383569220874843458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrZHrtn4tUI/AAAAAAAABfI/xhXM_9uTVPo/s320/P9101663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrZHqzRpAuI/AAAAAAAABfA/2spOBvDqeaE/s1600-h/P9101664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383569205212283618" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrZHqzRpAuI/AAAAAAAABfA/2spOBvDqeaE/s320/P9101664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iced lemon tea, and iced macha (green tea)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, caught a bus down to Warren for pool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrZHqUxVyAI/AAAAAAAABe4/k1eohLUKLro/s1600-h/P9101667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383569197023741954" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrZHqUxVyAI/AAAAAAAABe4/k1eohLUKLro/s320/P9101667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professionalism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT AHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't look at my cleavage, you perv.!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA SHARMAINE WONG, when she saw that photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrZCT5-Th9I/AAAAAAAABeI/sWchM5gyINk/s1600-h/P9101665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383563314315102162" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrZCT5-Th9I/AAAAAAAABeI/sWchM5gyINk/s320/P9101665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bewilderment. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrZCSgmEkaI/AAAAAAAABd4/EkrBTA26Ng0/s1600-h/P9101669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383563290322702754" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrZCSgmEkaI/AAAAAAAABd4/EkrBTA26Ng0/s320/P9101669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot reach the ball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrZCSAeFN3I/AAAAAAAABdw/UJR5IIj7ynQ/s1600-h/P9101668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383563281699256178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrZCSAeFN3I/AAAAAAAABdw/UJR5IIj7ynQ/s320/P9101668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Oh damn, did the white ball go into the hole, &lt;/em&gt;again&lt;em&gt;?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrZCRRNK29I/AAAAAAAABdo/vMgBiya5LL8/s1600-h/P9101670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383563269011856338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrZCRRNK29I/AAAAAAAABdo/vMgBiya5LL8/s320/P9101670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrY-m7O4vuI/AAAAAAAABdg/S2tcDFm5atc/s1600-h/P9101671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383559243024088802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrY-m7O4vuI/AAAAAAAABdg/S2tcDFm5atc/s320/P9101671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played a few games each, but hahaha ended up dragging each game for almost 45mins cause we're slow like that HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrY-l2EsYQI/AAAAAAAABdQ/hW3G5z9ayh4/s1600-h/P9101673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383559224459288834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrY-l2EsYQI/AAAAAAAABdQ/hW3G5z9ayh4/s320/P9101673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrY-kqbOE_I/AAAAAAAABdA/F7Kbp9nn1uQ/s1600-h/P9101675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383559204152677362" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrY-kqbOE_I/AAAAAAAABdA/F7Kbp9nn1uQ/s320/P9101675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrY8eeQeR7I/AAAAAAAABcw/POSl7_Dsy4A/s1600-h/P9101676-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383556898783905714" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrY8eeQeR7I/AAAAAAAABcw/POSl7_Dsy4A/s320/P9101676-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrY8dyMvZMI/AAAAAAAABco/4w18rVVyJBw/s1600-h/P9101677-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383556886957089986" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrY8dyMvZMI/AAAAAAAABco/4w18rVVyJBw/s320/P9101677-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrY8decijQI/AAAAAAAABcg/FTpX6Ma7nHk/s1600-h/P9101678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383556881654648066" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrY8decijQI/AAAAAAAABcg/FTpX6Ma7nHk/s320/P9101678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrY8ctb3IzI/AAAAAAAABcY/_5uboMzEsf4/s1600-h/P9101679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383556868498465586" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrY8ctb3IzI/AAAAAAAABcY/_5uboMzEsf4/s320/P9101679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrY6i4hLREI/AAAAAAAABcQ/iWIW1e2NABw/s1600-h/P9101680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383554775529505858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrY6i4hLREI/AAAAAAAABcQ/iWIW1e2NABw/s320/P9101680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrY6iIst6PI/AAAAAAAABcI/MlqSuxueoJg/s1600-h/P9101681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383554762693011698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrY6iIst6PI/AAAAAAAABcI/MlqSuxueoJg/s320/P9101681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrY6hiOvbPI/AAAAAAAABcA/pWb3b6_0zqM/s1600-h/P9101682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383554752366734578" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrY6hiOvbPI/AAAAAAAABcA/pWb3b6_0zqM/s320/P9101682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrY6hLQcwnI/AAAAAAAABb4/TAMF9vtyRQI/s1600-h/P9101683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383554746199884402" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrY6hLQcwnI/AAAAAAAABb4/TAMF9vtyRQI/s320/P9101683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Stoopid ball, why so near to the edge?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrY6gXEKrtI/AAAAAAAABbw/sCJq0c6xTUE/s1600-h/P9101684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383554732189724370" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrY6gXEKrtI/AAAAAAAABbw/sCJq0c6xTUE/s320/P9101684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrY4QRvapAI/AAAAAAAABbo/KimM8hUFDtk/s1600-h/P9101685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383552256859350018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrY4QRvapAI/AAAAAAAABbo/KimM8hUFDtk/s320/P9101685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrY4PYZnQYI/AAAAAAAABbg/DHYsdhRfNOY/s1600-h/P9101686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383552241467081090" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrY4PYZnQYI/AAAAAAAABbg/DHYsdhRfNOY/s320/P9101686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrY4O5kqzXI/AAAAAAAABbY/Zb8VeoLMTDE/s1600-h/P9101687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383552233191951730" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrY4O5kqzXI/AAAAAAAABbY/Zb8VeoLMTDE/s320/P9101687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrY4OMsIdUI/AAAAAAAABbQ/KGaBSDLDHK0/s1600-h/P9101688-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383552221143659842" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrY4OMsIdUI/AAAAAAAABbQ/KGaBSDLDHK0/s320/P9101688-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES I MUST TELL YOU THISSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this time before we began to play pool, while we were waiting for the table, I had to go to the ladies. So I passed my bag (along with phone) to Shermaine first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, while I was gone someone tried to call me, TWICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, yeah guess what my ringtone was "OLD TIME'S SAKE" by EMINEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone blasted out a string of profanities in an all-quiet room with Shermaine holding on to it and desperately trying to shut it off!&lt;br /&gt;Heh, sorry girl! So paiseh hahha. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later at round 5pm-ish, we left for Esther's house to sleepover!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking down Bukit Batok MRT there was this lady giving out fliers to promote this hair salon's services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what it includes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guessed it yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebonding of hair, UP TO ARMPIT LENGTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caused a great deal of laugh from us HAHAHAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh damn, I think I lost the flier. Could've taken a photo! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to watch P.S. I Love You with Shermaine first, but she had to go early so we skipped that show. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharmaine came round 6.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ordered PIZZAH. Ate my face out until was so stuffed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrY4NplP48I/AAAAAAAABbI/FdzE8hBA9aw/s1600-h/P9101689-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383552211719545794" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrY4NplP48I/AAAAAAAABbI/FdzE8hBA9aw/s320/P9101689-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for PIZZAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found Esther's hat and fell in deep, deep love with it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharmaine says it makes me look like a 19th-century pageboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. It's the 19th-century pageboy's birthday, anyway. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrY2BZ5cgUI/AAAAAAAABbA/gyl8p2BJMEY/s1600-h/P9101690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383549802327605570" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrY2BZ5cgUI/AAAAAAAABbA/gyl8p2BJMEY/s320/P9101690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to look serious. Failed, apparently. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrY2Az8eYuI/AAAAAAAABa4/2qbP-XZ-qCw/s1600-h/P9101691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383549792139764450" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrY2Az8eYuI/AAAAAAAABa4/2qbP-XZ-qCw/s320/P9101691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found that tie, that's around my neck, in my bag, so it wore it ahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh lookie you can see my nice arm muscles. HAHA KIDDING.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrY1_hnxX-I/AAAAAAAABao/Mcrcrv7uz6o/s1600-h/P9101693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383549770041221090" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrY1_hnxX-I/AAAAAAAABao/Mcrcrv7uz6o/s320/P9101693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was.... I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;It was supposed to look "not boring", I don't know how this came about. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrY1_NR7bRI/AAAAAAAABag/rvMknUzxOhA/s1600-h/P9101694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383549764580896018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrY1_NR7bRI/AAAAAAAABag/rvMknUzxOhA/s320/P9101694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther's artpiece. So awesome isn't it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shermaine left at around 8plus or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, me Esther and Sharmaine watched P.S. I Love You!&lt;br /&gt;Damn, it was suppoed to make people cry but I ended up tearless throughout the movie raah. But it was a good watch though, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the 2hour-long show, it was about 11pm-ish I guess. Can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;Washed up and bathed and all the necessary girl things haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat down and TALKED.&lt;br /&gt;For 5 hours!&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother asking, cause what was said there remains there. It ain't no fun if you bring it out.&lt;br /&gt;We started off with school gossip down to "WOULD YOU RATHER"s and by the time we finished I didn't know I was asleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I only realised the next morning at 10am in my blurry sleepy state. Like, "&lt;em&gt;eh? I fell asleep!&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast at Esther's place I left at around 11am and reached home. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks girls for such an amazing Fantastic Fifteenth! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther! Lookin' forward to your sweet sixteenth coming up! :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. &lt;s&gt;I love you.&lt;/s&gt; AW MAN HILDA WE'RE GONNA GET YOU OUT THE NEXT TIME ROUND, PINKY PROMISE (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-2179349586637399890?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/2179349586637399890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=2179349586637399890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/2179349586637399890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/2179349586637399890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-obsessed-with-me.html' title='A little less sixteen candles, a little more touch me.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SrZJaSWBPZI/AAAAAAAABfg/lv02zGraFkg/s72-c/P9101660.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-4878021342786938286</id><published>2009-09-17T22:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T23:07:17.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>big and bouncy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sicklittlegame.tumblr.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;It's time for new things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll seeyou all there (:&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;Will still be keeping blogger though. You never know when the passions die down and old flames return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(HAHA)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-4878021342786938286?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/4878021342786938286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=4878021342786938286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/4878021342786938286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/4878021342786938286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/09/big-and-bouncy.html' title='big and bouncy.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-6135541044993690570</id><published>2009-09-16T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T22:30:31.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>celsius or fahrenheit?</title><content type='html'>A bunch of UK exchange students are currently in MY SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anddddd... guess what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope they stay for a week or so... HEEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;Eye candy :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-6135541044993690570?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/6135541044993690570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=6135541044993690570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/6135541044993690570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/6135541044993690570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/09/celsius-or-fahrenheit.html' title='celsius or fahrenheit?'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-8252009294916974390</id><published>2009-09-16T22:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T22:27:39.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tsk.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BAD KANYE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why suan Taylor until like that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-8252009294916974390?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/8252009294916974390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=8252009294916974390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/8252009294916974390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/8252009294916974390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/09/tsk.html' title='tsk.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-6976200862211138093</id><published>2009-09-16T17:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T18:31:01.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A LA INFINITI.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;OH GOSH I'M FINALLY FREE.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scratch that. I'm just eating into sleeping time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, blogger has been a good pal lately, and allows me to upload photos. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SO, YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OF COURSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;305 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;BBQ @ INFINITI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I promised, didn't I? :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;09/09/09&lt;/span&gt;, the wednesday of our precious 1-week break, this was what appeared on my phone at exactly 14 00hrs, GMT +8 :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Hey gen where're you? Half the class is here. In the canteen.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess where I was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Walking to the canteen&lt;/em&gt;! Haha figures I couldn't even be slightly late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, met all the awesome class peoples at the canteeeeeeen. and waited for a few more extras to stream in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extras like, SHERMAINE. (&lt;em&gt;Heehee(:&lt;/em&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sqz-9hidc_I/AAAAAAAABPA/yjAaAUyLRtw/s1600-h/P9091547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380955987729282034" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sqz-9hidc_I/AAAAAAAABPA/yjAaAUyLRtw/s320/P9091547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wonder when the turnstile will fall over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sqz-9I_keQI/AAAAAAAABO4/EqPaviwq-6A/s1600-h/P9091546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380955981140490498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sqz-9I_keQI/AAAAAAAABO4/EqPaviwq-6A/s320/P9091546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0akgSbqAI/AAAAAAAABaY/2dn2PjwZ_GY/s1600-h/P9091550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380986344222468098" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0akgSbqAI/AAAAAAAABaY/2dn2PjwZ_GY/s320/P9091550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0akDVlfdI/AAAAAAAABaQ/Tzp-ZOh3FZI/s1600-h/P9091551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380986336451067346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0akDVlfdI/AAAAAAAABaQ/Tzp-ZOh3FZI/s320/P9091551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0ajshfvII/AAAAAAAABaI/SAgvK9Nbl5E/s1600-h/P9091552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380986330327006338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0ajshfvII/AAAAAAAABaI/SAgvK9Nbl5E/s320/P9091552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jun Rui trying to kick Anzhi. HEEHEE I CAUGHT THEM IN ACTION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0aiyGZStI/AAAAAAAABaA/-sUAY9GPH7Q/s1600-h/P9091553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380986314644081362" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0aiyGZStI/AAAAAAAABaA/-sUAY9GPH7Q/s320/P9091553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when everyone arrived and so did Joelle with the charcoal and stuff like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0aiUXzMPI/AAAAAAAABZ4/POo-UR70MUM/s1600-h/P9091554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380986306664018162" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0aiUXzMPI/AAAAAAAABZ4/POo-UR70MUM/s320/P9091554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we left for Mrs. Yeo's condo, the INFINITI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0ZGy14HEI/AAAAAAAABZw/SGR2XAOuoFU/s1600-h/P9091555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380984734295268418" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0ZGy14HEI/AAAAAAAABZw/SGR2XAOuoFU/s320/P9091555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0ZGYCTF7I/AAAAAAAABZo/lX1Px67zANo/s1600-h/P9091556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380984727099611058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0ZGYCTF7I/AAAAAAAABZo/lX1Px67zANo/s320/P9091556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;what, WHAT? I WHACK YOU AR.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0ZFTqMTiI/AAAAAAAABZY/TbOscgtvzgA/s1600-h/P9091558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380984708744891938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0ZFTqMTiI/AAAAAAAABZY/TbOscgtvzgA/s320/P9091558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther's crazed. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0ZE05xhCI/AAAAAAAABZQ/Jea5bHmXOp4/s1600-h/P9091559-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380984700488746018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0ZE05xhCI/AAAAAAAABZQ/Jea5bHmXOp4/s320/P9091559-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bestie shot. (HAHA that sounds lame.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0X3SHT5oI/AAAAAAAABZI/uzKwsmdCZ6Y/s1600-h/P9091560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380983368300357250" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0X3SHT5oI/AAAAAAAABZI/uzKwsmdCZ6Y/s320/P9091560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to cross the overhead bridge to catch the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0X2zA_GLI/AAAAAAAABZA/RNmyDmEcYcs/s1600-h/P9091562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380983359952328882" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0X2zA_GLI/AAAAAAAABZA/RNmyDmEcYcs/s320/P9091562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice smile! (: toan looks serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0X2dTbMEI/AAAAAAAABY4/X_L9tyBe82Q/s1600-h/P9091563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380983354124087362" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0X2dTbMEI/AAAAAAAABY4/X_L9tyBe82Q/s320/P9091563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Infiniti bus stop, waiting for Mrs. Yeo to open the gate and let us in to the condo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0X1Ra39II/AAAAAAAABYo/u4Le7nSUA5k/s1600-h/P9091565-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380983333754238082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0X1Ra39II/AAAAAAAABYo/u4Le7nSUA5k/s320/P9091565-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shot with Amanda. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0Wx8mKvBI/AAAAAAAABYg/u_jxCpndvxw/s1600-h/P9091566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380982177113226258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0Wx8mKvBI/AAAAAAAABYg/u_jxCpndvxw/s320/P9091566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARSHMALLOWS SHOULDN'T BE SPILT ONTO THE FLOOR T.T&lt;br /&gt;ESPECIALLY &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt; MARSHMALLOWS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0WxarGcWI/AAAAAAAABYY/uCN2052tQek/s1600-h/P9091567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380982168007111010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0WxarGcWI/AAAAAAAABYY/uCN2052tQek/s320/P9091567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture of, rows of trees. Duh whadd'ya expect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0Ww9nHaoI/AAAAAAAABYQ/OKiFr6zhc9Q/s1600-h/P9091568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380982160205769346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0Ww9nHaoI/AAAAAAAABYQ/OKiFr6zhc9Q/s320/P9091568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In we went!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0Wwc3oLHI/AAAAAAAABYI/RI4YZgswspg/s1600-h/P9091569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380982151416654962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0Wwc3oLHI/AAAAAAAABYI/RI4YZgswspg/s320/P9091569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0WvxuGlOI/AAAAAAAABYA/j5uZm9-sXU8/s1600-h/P9091570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380982139833980130" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0WvxuGlOI/AAAAAAAABYA/j5uZm9-sXU8/s320/P9091570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failed backshot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0VNnu6SRI/AAAAAAAABX4/8LlKzPMDlrQ/s1600-h/P9091571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380980453525834002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0VNnu6SRI/AAAAAAAABX4/8LlKzPMDlrQ/s320/P9091571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joelle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0VNJV_dnI/AAAAAAAABXw/rmeI8zMscFc/s1600-h/P9091572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380980445368252018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0VNJV_dnI/AAAAAAAABXw/rmeI8zMscFc/s320/P9091572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JiaQin and Su Chang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0VMQ1e41I/AAAAAAAABXo/waShflO4DCU/s1600-h/P9091573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380980430199513938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0VMQ1e41I/AAAAAAAABXo/waShflO4DCU/s320/P9091573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like! Looks very, serene. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0VL5N9LaI/AAAAAAAABXg/Tuk89pKgMBs/s1600-h/P9091574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380980423859711394" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0VL5N9LaI/AAAAAAAABXg/Tuk89pKgMBs/s320/P9091574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sorta) flower patch beside the playground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0VLh_hqyI/AAAAAAAABXY/PWcKnmTkjoA/s1600-h/P9091575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380980417625172770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0VLh_hqyI/AAAAAAAABXY/PWcKnmTkjoA/s320/P9091575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBQ areas, and pool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0TFfIYBZI/AAAAAAAABXQ/DoG6YZgrq8A/s1600-h/P9091576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380978114754512274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0TFfIYBZI/AAAAAAAABXQ/DoG6YZgrq8A/s320/P9091576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaks for itself. ahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0TEicSQkI/AAAAAAAABXI/2z1DPWQ1nc8/s1600-h/P9091577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380978098463457858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0TEicSQkI/AAAAAAAABXI/2z1DPWQ1nc8/s320/P9091577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0TEL6SWgI/AAAAAAAABXA/hD7H3lPYtko/s1600-h/P9091578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380978092415277570" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0TEL6SWgI/AAAAAAAABXA/hD7H3lPYtko/s320/P9091578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0TDuz5BSI/AAAAAAAABW4/4Kis5iY-2FY/s1600-h/P9091579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380978084603823394" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0TDuz5BSI/AAAAAAAABW4/4Kis5iY-2FY/s320/P9091579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People and pool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0TC1Sfc3I/AAAAAAAABWw/rrDnx_ObYrg/s1600-h/P9091580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380978069162914674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0TC1Sfc3I/AAAAAAAABWw/rrDnx_ObYrg/s320/P9091580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She calls this the BIMBO shot. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0RpjsenBI/AAAAAAAABWo/oewC_8_C8k0/s1600-h/P9091581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380976535431715858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0RpjsenBI/AAAAAAAABWo/oewC_8_C8k0/s320/P9091581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking towards her appartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0RpKWIWPI/AAAAAAAABWg/hT6y7ATEIiY/s1600-h/P9091582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380976528627095794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0RpKWIWPI/AAAAAAAABWg/hT6y7ATEIiY/s320/P9091582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0RotipFZI/AAAAAAAABWY/KzMLqoGPVSQ/s1600-h/P9091583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380976520894944658" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0RotipFZI/AAAAAAAABWY/KzMLqoGPVSQ/s320/P9091583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GYMMMMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0Rn_byQUI/AAAAAAAABWQ/xzzgIdQhJME/s1600-h/P9091584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380976508518154562" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0Rn_byQUI/AAAAAAAABWQ/xzzgIdQhJME/s320/P9091584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Condo beside us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0RnVxtH-I/AAAAAAAABWI/Gl9Hf-BYjmA/s1600-h/P9091585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380976497335803874" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0RnVxtH-I/AAAAAAAABWI/Gl9Hf-BYjmA/s320/P9091585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what you get when Yong Kiat decides to play with my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0QST3FaoI/AAAAAAAABWA/bDhEk24AFU8/s1600-h/P9091586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380975036532615810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0QST3FaoI/AAAAAAAABWA/bDhEk24AFU8/s320/P9091586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherie JunRui TeckLim and Toan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0QREW_buI/AAAAAAAABVw/iWQUM-6d_dU/s1600-h/P9091589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380975015191604962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0QREW_buI/AAAAAAAABVw/iWQUM-6d_dU/s320/P9091589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shot of all of us squished in the lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0QQlmSkgI/AAAAAAAABVo/oRoWIVMDOuU/s1600-h/P9091590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380975006934274562" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0QQlmSkgI/AAAAAAAABVo/oRoWIVMDOuU/s320/P9091590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her home! Very classy, very nice! I like :D&lt;br /&gt;Even Mrs. Yeo's phone is super classy. HTC DIAMOND !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0QQJxOx2I/AAAAAAAABVg/roayGys-Tnc/s1600-h/P9091591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380974999463970658" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0QQJxOx2I/AAAAAAAABVg/roayGys-Tnc/s320/P9091591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same cameraaaaa :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So down we went to swimmmm cause it was just mothaeffin' hawt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0OjycpsaI/AAAAAAAABVY/jtVob7jHeuM/s1600-h/P9091592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380973137777766818" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0OjycpsaI/AAAAAAAABVY/jtVob7jHeuM/s320/P9091592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a relief...&lt;br /&gt;Shermaine looks very happpy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0OjM3hKFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/DT_LIYyyt1g/s1600-h/P9091593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380973127689906258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0OjM3hKFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/DT_LIYyyt1g/s320/P9091593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys. I doubt they brough their swimming trunks...&lt;br /&gt;...OH WAIT THEY DIDN'T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0Oiqp88YI/AAAAAAAABVI/L28Gft_UScQ/s1600-h/P9091594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380973118506201474" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0Oiqp88YI/AAAAAAAABVI/L28Gft_UScQ/s320/P9091594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0Oh-_fRrI/AAAAAAAABVA/ho9PYrRHaq8/s1600-h/P9091595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380973106785371826" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0Oh-_fRrI/AAAAAAAABVA/ho9PYrRHaq8/s320/P9091595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0OhXAJkBI/AAAAAAAABU4/txtfUy-IMQs/s1600-h/P9091596-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380973096050724882" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0OhXAJkBI/AAAAAAAABU4/txtfUy-IMQs/s320/P9091596-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0MLrSi_UI/AAAAAAAABUw/YCINDSQRsq8/s1600-h/P9091597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380970524516220226" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0MLrSi_UI/AAAAAAAABUw/YCINDSQRsq8/s320/P9091597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what is she doing here.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like she's trying to scratch her face off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0MLCTzpkI/AAAAAAAABUo/bZtXFS8aR68/s1600-h/P9091598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380970513515652674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0MLCTzpkI/AAAAAAAABUo/bZtXFS8aR68/s320/P9091598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys playing volleyball by the poolside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0MKVzgRiI/AAAAAAAABUg/iXyRYffiFWY/s1600-h/P9091600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380970501569005090" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0MKVzgRiI/AAAAAAAABUg/iXyRYffiFWY/s320/P9091600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bags! okay mine looks super unglam together with shermaine and esther's... heh!&lt;br /&gt;betcha can guess which is mineeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380970495430607810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0MJ-7_w8I/AAAAAAAABUY/bm2HJQVuK1M/s320/P9091601-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0MJdVSLTI/AAAAAAAABUQ/ct_UD3jr0yM/s1600-h/P9091602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380970486409866546" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0MJdVSLTI/AAAAAAAABUQ/ct_UD3jr0yM/s320/P9091602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look like an old, married couple, don't they? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0K_ksWe6I/AAAAAAAABUI/jiyfSSQb6p4/s1600-h/P9091605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380969217075346338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0K_ksWe6I/AAAAAAAABUI/jiyfSSQb6p4/s320/P9091605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEE. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0K_KslasI/AAAAAAAABUA/85UPCBY7vGg/s1600-h/P9091606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380969210097003202" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0K_KslasI/AAAAAAAABUA/85UPCBY7vGg/s320/P9091606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puts on goggles. But they snap later anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0K-WzWSVI/AAAAAAAABT4/YHAPVklUiH4/s1600-h/P9091607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380969196166728018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0K-WzWSVI/AAAAAAAABT4/YHAPVklUiH4/s320/P9091607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0K9wSc-GI/AAAAAAAABTw/TdclHI-HVWw/s1600-h/P9091609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380969185828206690" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0K9wSc-GI/AAAAAAAABTw/TdclHI-HVWw/s320/P9091609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0K9V8ppXI/AAAAAAAABTo/X-FsDA3aiAQ/s1600-h/P9091610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380969178757440882" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0K9V8ppXI/AAAAAAAABTo/X-FsDA3aiAQ/s320/P9091610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0JpThhhNI/AAAAAAAABTg/mL2kZc3QRlw/s1600-h/P9091611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380967734997779666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0JpThhhNI/AAAAAAAABTg/mL2kZc3QRlw/s320/P9091611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0Jo9qCv3I/AAAAAAAABTY/lUuvnz6M9SA/s1600-h/P9091612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380967729127931762" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0Jo9qCv3I/AAAAAAAABTY/lUuvnz6M9SA/s320/P9091612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys don't dare to &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;BARE THEIR HAWT BODAYES&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(do they have any in the first place? wait and see for yourself. :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0JoGoR02I/AAAAAAAABTQ/ooP0nTIaTpI/s1600-h/P9091613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380967714356581218" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0JoGoR02I/AAAAAAAABTQ/ooP0nTIaTpI/s320/P9091613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUN AND JUMP INNNNN!&lt;br /&gt;one of my favourite shots. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0JnruqUmI/AAAAAAAABTI/n9OhOlW0kyY/s1600-h/P9091614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380967707135595106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0JnruqUmI/AAAAAAAABTI/n9OhOlW0kyY/s320/P9091614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we start playing monkeyyy with the volleyball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0H1RhTvMI/AAAAAAAABS4/jFA3mXd4mFM/s1600-h/P9091616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380965741595180226" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0H1RhTvMI/AAAAAAAABS4/jFA3mXd4mFM/s320/P9091616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0H03xBMwI/AAAAAAAABSw/y5ROB7yK2j4/s1600-h/P9091617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380965734681752322" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0H03xBMwI/AAAAAAAABSw/y5ROB7yK2j4/s320/P9091617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0H0HCZlJI/AAAAAAAABSo/zftfnqgZMcE/s1600-h/P9091620-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380965721601315986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0H0HCZlJI/AAAAAAAABSo/zftfnqgZMcE/s320/P9091620-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, me and Shermaine sidetrack a little. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0HznWZEVI/AAAAAAAABSg/o8o4WE3lIvI/s1600-h/P9091621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380965713095233874" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0HznWZEVI/AAAAAAAABSg/o8o4WE3lIvI/s320/P9091621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, I never took this shot.&lt;br /&gt;guys play too much with my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0HzDrludI/AAAAAAAABSY/03E1z1NRrpM/s1600-h/P9091622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380965703520467410" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0HzDrludI/AAAAAAAABSY/03E1z1NRrpM/s320/P9091622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0Ge-TI7QI/AAAAAAAABSQ/xZjo6jFJY5I/s1600-h/P9091623-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380964258966727938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0Ge-TI7QI/AAAAAAAABSQ/xZjo6jFJY5I/s320/P9091623-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0GeVam_xI/AAAAAAAABSI/R_z1P7r7mS4/s1600-h/P9091624-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380964247992205074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0GeVam_xI/AAAAAAAABSI/R_z1P7r7mS4/s320/P9091624-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;floatingggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thenafter, went to washup bathe and change in time for the BBQ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Told Shermaine and Esther about the disadvantages of having bad breath. DISGUSTING.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0GdpL8rbI/AAAAAAAABSA/mpERkFSyGpU/s1600-h/P9091625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380964236119551410" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0GdpL8rbI/AAAAAAAABSA/mpERkFSyGpU/s320/P9091625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband and 2 kids! They're like super sweet :D&lt;br /&gt;(kids, not husband)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0GdHhfAtI/AAAAAAAABR4/FMNAUr5coeA/s1600-h/P9091626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380964227083076306" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0GdHhfAtI/AAAAAAAABR4/FMNAUr5coeA/s320/P9091626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0Gcl4Ts5I/AAAAAAAABRw/gfuA7SSjxug/s1600-h/P9091627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380964218051998610" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0Gcl4Ts5I/AAAAAAAABRw/gfuA7SSjxug/s320/P9091627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chen Wei dancing to some song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0EfGM-IbI/AAAAAAAABRo/-WXKOQeESaE/s1600-h/P9091628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380962062065082802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0EfGM-IbI/AAAAAAAABRo/-WXKOQeESaE/s320/P9091628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther looks nice in that ruched dress :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0Eeqa2XpI/AAAAAAAABRg/VyG2u8SaPfQ/s1600-h/P9091629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380962054607101586" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0Eeqa2XpI/AAAAAAAABRg/VyG2u8SaPfQ/s320/P9091629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fanning and blowing at the charcoal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0EeGPZQSI/AAAAAAAABRY/F4zGPuth7_c/s1600-h/P9091630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380962044895379746" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0EeGPZQSI/AAAAAAAABRY/F4zGPuth7_c/s320/P9091630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same cameraaaaa :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0EdgehXEI/AAAAAAAABRQ/cQSGffPRiZU/s1600-h/P9091631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380962034758278210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0EdgehXEI/AAAAAAAABRQ/cQSGffPRiZU/s320/P9091631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0EdBGllGI/AAAAAAAABRI/4OfQMufWSl4/s1600-h/P9091632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380962026336392290" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0EdBGllGI/AAAAAAAABRI/4OfQMufWSl4/s320/P9091632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0DNl8o3tI/AAAAAAAABRA/rjXbciiNm3E/s1600-h/P9091633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380960661837242066" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0DNl8o3tI/AAAAAAAABRA/rjXbciiNm3E/s320/P9091633.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heeheeee. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0DM5PlfCI/AAAAAAAABQ4/rs8OfmaBDKc/s1600-h/P9091634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380960649837116450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0DM5PlfCI/AAAAAAAABQ4/rs8OfmaBDKc/s320/P9091634.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoops too dark, but it's Minh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0DMM0IfBI/AAAAAAAABQw/KKmhPu97afw/s1600-h/P9091635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380960637910809618" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0DMM0IfBI/AAAAAAAABQw/KKmhPu97afw/s320/P9091635.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's me, though not very clear haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0DLhHqRDI/AAAAAAAABQo/HahBrTI0xEM/s1600-h/P9091636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380960626181555250" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0DLhHqRDI/AAAAAAAABQo/HahBrTI0xEM/s320/P9091636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shermaine and Anzhi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0DLNSD5eI/AAAAAAAABQg/ce578dSQrO4/s1600-h/P9091637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380960620856468962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0DLNSD5eI/AAAAAAAABQg/ce578dSQrO4/s320/P9091637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0B6nUZMvI/AAAAAAAABQY/ikXgCnWrY3U/s1600-h/P9091638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380959236276171506" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0B6nUZMvI/AAAAAAAABQY/ikXgCnWrY3U/s320/P9091638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0B6F99bpI/AAAAAAAABQQ/geim_tcQdFM/s1600-h/P9091639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380959227323707026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0B6F99bpI/AAAAAAAABQQ/geim_tcQdFM/s320/P9091639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely shot of Esther. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0B5mKzDeI/AAAAAAAABQI/OFjzUGxNwu0/s1600-h/P9091640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380959218787618274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0B5mKzDeI/AAAAAAAABQI/OFjzUGxNwu0/s320/P9091640.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweeeet. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0B44zmhBI/AAAAAAAABQA/Q3moW5jVurc/s1600-h/P9091641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380959206610732050" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0B44zmhBI/AAAAAAAABQA/Q3moW5jVurc/s320/P9091641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice going! This must be how the world looks like when you're Cherie.&lt;br /&gt;joking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0B4b4ny0I/AAAAAAAABP4/QMNaoAhaKhU/s1600-h/P9091642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380959198847159106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0B4b4ny0I/AAAAAAAABP4/QMNaoAhaKhU/s320/P9091642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teck Lim ahhaa PEACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0AgNklOFI/AAAAAAAABPw/RudwpxTBiGE/s1600-h/P9091643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380957683176519762" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0AgNklOFI/AAAAAAAABPw/RudwpxTBiGE/s320/P9091643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I luv heights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0AfWpFc4I/AAAAAAAABPo/h5tM5lTa_pE/s1600-h/P9091644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380957668431459202" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0AfWpFc4I/AAAAAAAABPo/h5tM5lTa_pE/s320/P9091644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0Ae2tDVBI/AAAAAAAABPg/Yhpwbowep-Q/s1600-h/P9091645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380957659858162706" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0Ae2tDVBI/AAAAAAAABPg/Yhpwbowep-Q/s320/P9091645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This must be how Jun Rui looks like when you're Minh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0AeLB-jBI/AAAAAAAABPY/lu8fyw1bHrI/s1600-h/P9091646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380957648134769682" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0AeLB-jBI/AAAAAAAABPY/lu8fyw1bHrI/s320/P9091646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And vivian too. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380957638193880898" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sq0Adl_4n0I/AAAAAAAABPQ/C7KwI5Vyu4U/s320/P9091647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to go off for training already.&lt;br /&gt;Had a really really really fun time, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;305, loves!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-6976200862211138093?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/6976200862211138093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=6976200862211138093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/6976200862211138093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/6976200862211138093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/09/la-infiniti.html' title='A LA INFINITI.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sqz-9hidc_I/AAAAAAAABPA/yjAaAUyLRtw/s72-c/P9091547.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-1673093908819345138</id><published>2009-09-12T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T11:55:07.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>surprise, surprise.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SOMEONE ENLIGHTEN ME : WHAT HAVE I LEARNT FOR BIO, EXACTLY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shakes head* I really am lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... This is new.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-1673093908819345138?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/1673093908819345138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=1673093908819345138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/1673093908819345138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/1673093908819345138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/09/surprise-surprise.html' title='surprise, surprise.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-6293093432810470577</id><published>2009-09-12T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T11:03:44.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>guilt, or lack thereof.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I WISH YOU HAD THE CONSCIENCE TO FEEL GUILTY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I don't know why I let stupid things happen to myself. Gosh I'm such an ass to myself sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Guess it can't be helped (shrug).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does your lack of conscience tell you that everything's alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally different note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHY ISN'T BLOGGER LETTING ME UPLOAD PHOTOS EH. I HAVE GOT SO MANY NICE ONES TO SHARE. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-6293093432810470577?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/6293093432810470577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=6293093432810470577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/6293093432810470577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/6293093432810470577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/09/guilt-or-lack-thereof.html' title='guilt, or lack thereof.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-5326084835211027691</id><published>2009-09-11T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T23:19:27.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you look like a hobo with that homeless expression.</title><content type='html'>OH NO OH NO OH NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I overate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, yesterday and today. Holayycraps. :w&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh I still feel so bloated from lunch. Ohgosh. This ain't good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's lunch came with an Oreo MochaFrappe from M.O.F. ... WITH WHIPPED CREAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had like 3 slices of large pizza and a chicken wing and a slice of garlic bread and 1 meatball and a really really bloated tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, oh man don't mention today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 rounds of dessert! (HAHAHAA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, gosh. Kill me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's friday already and (HAHAHAHA) I haven't done any homework. WHOO.&lt;br /&gt;Also since blogger is being a real pest right now, I am therefore unable to publish any photos that I took during the BBQ and the pool party (:D), sadly. We'll wait and see how it goes tomorrow then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to sleep! (I'm really treasuring sleeping before 12am every night. :D:D)&lt;br /&gt;Will blog about the two days separately in the coming posts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and as a sidenote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you can't really get too comfortable with something, anything.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to shake it off later.&lt;br /&gt;Don't fall into routine, don't take things for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you never know when will things change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-5326084835211027691?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/5326084835211027691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=5326084835211027691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/5326084835211027691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/5326084835211027691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-look-like-hobo-with-that-homeless.html' title='you look like a hobo with that homeless expression.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-5207683405770392685</id><published>2009-09-08T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T15:14:20.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep the love lockdown, you lose.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P5drVF_nx3s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/P5drVF_nx3s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c355HSj0EYM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/c355HSj0EYM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could watch this over, and over, and over, and still be amazed by them,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every single time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assuming that I can dance as well as Jeanine, I'd want someone like Phillip to dance with me that 2 Hip-Hop numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;1.I went out with 205 to Nar's house after sports day last Friday. Had a great time there(: will post some of the photos when blogger is being nice. Of course, all credits to the awesomeness of Cheryl Lin's DSLR (drool).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Had night safari DV module on Saturday night. Drank tea (which makes me rather high on caffeine, I don't know why.) and became super jittery. Add on nervousness, and I completely screwed my presentation I worked on for so long (sigh). Finished at almost 11pm, too tired to talk yet people still want me to converse with them (growl). Snapped at a few different people, head spinning, them went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Screwed up my freestyle stroke for my race on Sunday. (fuck).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.I finished Jodi Picoult's PLAIN TRUTH on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.I cut my hair today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Have a class BBQ on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Outing and sleepover at Esther's place on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm really thankful for this week-long september break now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... more of now than ever, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that right after this little holiday, I'm gonna be thrown head-first into a myrad of tests and examinations. So I'm gonna take my time now to claim back lost sleep, and also to make up for sleep that will soon be lost. (sigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, today kinda marks the last day that I'll be 'free'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(frowns) ...How'm I to explain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Well, maybe I'll just leave it hanging at :&lt;br /&gt;infringement of privacy, and deprivation of personal space and time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...shat this.&lt;br /&gt;Some people are just oblivious to avoidance. Tsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-5207683405770392685?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/5207683405770392685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=5207683405770392685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/5207683405770392685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/5207683405770392685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/09/keep-love-lockdown-you-lose.html' title='Keep the love lockdown, you lose.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-616422889227608983</id><published>2009-09-03T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T20:23:00.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in anticipation of...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sp5y3i7huSI/AAAAAAAABOw/cbEELxnY8jI/s1600-h/Awrr..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376861303721802018" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sp5y3i7huSI/AAAAAAAABOw/cbEELxnY8jI/s320/Awrr..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you belive that this PERSON here would turn FIFTEEN in exactly a week?&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;Neither can I.&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;It's MY taste of fifteen that I'll give the world, so watch out ! (:&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;&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;(holyfff. 15 is half of thirty. I don't even dare to put that number in numerals. :O ! )&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;P.S. To those who are fussing over sheez, I now proclaim that I am madly in love with STEEL EARRINGS, ALL TIME LOW's NOTHING PERSONAL, and G-DRAGON's HEARTBREAKER. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and those SINGLE-LENS SUNGLASSIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might wanna sleep in tomorrow, got nothing to run for sports day ANYWAY. Maybe come to school round 10.30, xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-616422889227608983?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/616422889227608983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=616422889227608983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/616422889227608983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/616422889227608983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-anticipation-of.html' title='in anticipation of...'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sp5y3i7huSI/AAAAAAAABOw/cbEELxnY8jI/s72-c/Awrr..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-8822286050202468379</id><published>2009-09-01T14:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T15:04:44.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEARTBREAKER</title><content type='html'>G-DRAGON'S DEBUT SOLO ALBUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LOXEVd-Z7NE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LOXEVd-Z7NE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it finally arrives in Singapore, I'mma go get it. IMMEDIATELY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love his Lady-Gaga-ish blond hair, love his smokin' hot bod, love his cool clothes, love his awesome dance moves. Love the synthetic-technotechno beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHI LARVE THE SINGLE-LENS SUNGLASSES WHOOT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-8822286050202468379?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/8822286050202468379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=8822286050202468379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/8822286050202468379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/8822286050202468379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/09/heartbreaker.html' title='HEARTBREAKER'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-8512457779711003070</id><published>2009-08-31T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T00:30:58.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignorance is your new bestfriend.</title><content type='html'>Yo yo sup, I'm just waitin' for the phone to complete charging soz I can sleepz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's in a daze, in a daze. Whereever she looks to, it is shrouded in misty fog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She reaches out to touch it; but it merely slips through her fingers, soft as a silk blanket, moist as the mornings. She brings her hand to her nose and catches a whiff. It has the sweet fragrance of dew, and it lingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It brings his face into her peripheral vision. She willingly closes her eyes, a gentle smile gracing her lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It brings his touch to her body. She feels his arms around her waist, where it fitted naturally like it somehow belonged. She feels his warmth exuding out, his body heat claiming her body just like it belonged. She feels his tender, cool cheek on hers, then his tender, cool lips on hers, interlocking like a puzzle in which they both belonged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It brings his scent wafting into her nose. She inhales, deeply. There is nothing more comforting, more soothing, more... refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves the imtimacy two people can share without the need to progress further to profess to the world of their love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She could lie like this forever, oh, she could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imtimacy, and lust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find these two things play an important part in 'love'.&lt;br /&gt;They may separate, they may combine.&lt;br /&gt;But I am in no position to judge what is rightfully 'correct', or wrongly 'incorrect'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each character describes a certain aspect of 'love'. This is not to say that 'love' is all about lust and being intimate. No, because love is much more than that. But I digress.&lt;br /&gt;Some people think that intimacy is beautiful, others may agree that lust is smokin' hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not wrong to think this way, as there is no correct answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To lust is to want.&lt;br /&gt;To be intimate is to need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They should not be treated in the same manner, as they are obviously different.&lt;br /&gt;But they can be used in the same context.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have our wants. We all should have our basic needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be attracted to someone, deep down we all want to be intimate. But, what is it that actually brings us closer to intimacy in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it, people. &lt;br /&gt;To need, you first will have to want.&lt;br /&gt;To want, will depend on what you need.&lt;br /&gt;Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT I LEARNT TODAY No. 1 : Mr. Humourous's jokes are super lame to the max!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Mr. (easygoing)Ku: I wanna thank my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(awhile later...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. (humourous)Soh: I wanna thank Mr. Ku's parents.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, any lamer than that and he'll be a block of ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT I LEARNT TODAY No.2 : Junk food and bad jokes make up a part of 6 peace.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out with to primary school with Shermaine Hilda and Annette to meet Miss Kok later on, and headed down to Mos Burger at Lot 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met most of the awesome people there!&lt;br /&gt;Amanda S., Samantha L., LinSha, Adrienne, Zoey L., Andro, Desiree... (hearts!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snacked on Chips and all the Fried Wonders of Mos Burger (no I just made that up), and inebriated ourselves on a gazillon of extremely bad jokes. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, nostalgia. 6 peace is back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only, I miss the monkey garden a whole, whole lot.&lt;br /&gt;EH, THEY SAY YOU VERY MAN ALREADY LEH. HAHHAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd place a photo, but, we'll see how to get it from Amanda. (A-man-, duh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting lamer. All the bad jokes have rubbed off on me, hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-8512457779711003070?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/8512457779711003070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=8512457779711003070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/8512457779711003070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/8512457779711003070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/08/ignorance-is-your-new-bestfriend.html' title='Ignorance is your new bestfriend.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-3829401399832921564</id><published>2009-08-23T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T23:22:36.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it sears.</title><content type='html'>OW OW OW FREAKING HELL SOMEONE REMIND ME NEVER TO SCRATCH MYSELF LIKE PLZPLZPLZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor skin):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hell it hurts. Argh. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Tequila shots in the dark scene of the night.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like dancin' in the alley with a streetrat nightlife.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-3829401399832921564?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/3829401399832921564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=3829401399832921564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/3829401399832921564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/3829401399832921564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-sears.html' title='it sears.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-3157437813211952662</id><published>2009-08-23T21:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T22:05:16.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jump on, Awesome.</title><content type='html'>Heyhey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOTHING PERSONAL&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by All Time Low. That's what you call AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm gonna break your little heart&lt;br /&gt;Watch you take the fall&lt;br /&gt;Laughing all the way to the hospital&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there's nothing surgery can do&lt;br /&gt;When I break your little heart in two&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna break your little heart in two. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a fucking awesome mood right now.&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel like anything can get me down, right at this moment. :D&lt;br /&gt;I feel so &lt;em&gt;fantastic&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's as if I'm on a roll.&lt;br /&gt;Been quite a few days already, I wake up everyday and, no matter how little sleep I managed to snag the previous night, feel so rejuvenated to spend another day.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, granted that I &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; fall asleep in certain lessons, but... That's beside the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm living in my own, comfy little bubble. Uhm... alright maybe not SO comfortable, but you roughly get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;It's getting easier to pass by day by day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so OOB (Out Of Body) each day.&lt;br /&gt;Like as if I'm watching myself doing whatever I'm doing, from somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;I might have appeared to be in a daze, like "&lt;em&gt;whoohoo Earth-to-gen?&lt;/em&gt;" moments. So zoned out.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because I'm not taking note of everything, that's why I find that each day whizzes by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Too much... of anything is just,&lt;br /&gt;too much....&lt;br /&gt;We had too much time, so we fought like tomorrow was promised.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irritating, irritating, irritating... !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to get you outta my mind, why are you still here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't freaking believe myself.&lt;br /&gt;I'm comparing everything of someone else to you.&lt;br /&gt;Like, "&lt;em&gt;ah, ew. -insert- did it better.&lt;/em&gt;" or, "&lt;em&gt;eh? Why is it like this? Didn't -insert- do it like that? Wasn't that correct?&lt;/em&gt;" and even, "&lt;em&gt;it just ain't the same.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;I'm not supposed to be thinking like that.... EURGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know how I act so normal around you.&lt;br /&gt;Wait, normal? Am I really normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I've got a house in the back of my head,&lt;br /&gt;but I can't find a permanent resident.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN I GOT SUNBURNT SHITLESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unglam tan-lines and scorching skin, owch.&lt;br /&gt;and, AHEM, OIL STAINS ON MY SHIRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'MON, YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE YOU'RE READING THIS RIGHT NOW  AREN'CHA AHAHHAHA DON'T DENY. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ow dammit my skin is searing I accidentally scratched it, stupid me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHERE GOT GHOST" later at night, cinema was damn packed.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, the show was dumb lol.&lt;br /&gt;stupid ghosts and, too much white makeup and red clothing and fake-ish animation.&lt;br /&gt;But it made me laugh a great deal... super lame okay!&lt;br /&gt;I'll give it plus points for that. So overall it's a pass for me.&lt;br /&gt;Just make sure you guys watch it at night AHHAHA watch in the day you won't really get that "oohhh. creepy" effect cause it's a DAMNED GHOST SHOW FOR GOODNESS' SAKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay it's 10pm I wanna go back to... fucking trigo.&lt;br /&gt;Screw that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao anyway. Wish me a decent week ahead, alright guys?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-3157437813211952662?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/3157437813211952662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=3157437813211952662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/3157437813211952662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/3157437813211952662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/08/jump-on-awesome.html' title='Jump on, Awesome.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-4250768946979048492</id><published>2009-08-21T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T23:35:49.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're the best part of believe.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, the best part of 'believe', &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is the 'lie'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no easy way to lie.&lt;br /&gt;I figure it comes with practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way to 'successfully' lie is to believe wholeheartedly in what you don't.&lt;br /&gt;It kinda lets the others fall into what you say. More convincing, perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...But, what happens when you yourself fall so deep into the lie, that even you actually start to believe in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda scary, ainit?&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;OKAY STUPID WEEK IS OVER AND I'M LIKE, WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's okay, 3 tests and 1 quiz never killed anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to catch up on a few z's this weekend!&lt;br /&gt;ciao, (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-4250768946979048492?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/4250768946979048492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=4250768946979048492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/4250768946979048492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/4250768946979048492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/08/youre-best-part-of-believe.html' title='you&apos;re the best part of believe.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-8662616902669244831</id><published>2009-08-16T02:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T14:23:01.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A final tribute.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I used to be a little bit shy, I kept my deepest feelings inside&lt;br /&gt;Speaking up to you about my emotions has always been hard&lt;br /&gt;But this just can't wait, tonight I feel a little bit brave&lt;br /&gt;So I won't let one more day pass without me explaining what we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is gonna sound kinda silly&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't help but notice&lt;br /&gt;The last time you kissed me&lt;br /&gt;You kept both eyes open&lt;br /&gt;Baby, can you tell me what does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;If you're looking all over your shoulder&lt;br /&gt;Then you don't need to be with me&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need to hold on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me stop you from doing what you wanna do&lt;br /&gt;You don't wanna stick, trust me it's cool&lt;br /&gt;Take no chance gettin' over you&lt;br /&gt;No, no, don't let me stop you, if you wanna leave, baby you can leave&lt;br /&gt;Just don't pretend that you're into me&lt;br /&gt;If it ain't true, no, don't let me stop you&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things I can take, gotta high threshold for pain&lt;br /&gt;But let's get one thing straight, I'm not down to share you with anyone&lt;br /&gt;If that's not what you're looking for, nice knowing you, but there's the door&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know that I can find someone to give me what I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is gonna sound kinda silly&lt;br /&gt;If you're looking over your shoulder&lt;br /&gt;Then you don't need to be with me&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need to hold on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I end up broken hearted, I won't lie&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna hear goodbye, but other way I'll be alright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Don't let me stop you.&lt;br /&gt;Kelly Clarkson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther's right. This is a fantastic song for me.&lt;br /&gt;I realised much more through a simple song than I ever could with possibly anything else.&lt;br /&gt;And you can probably guess that I have this song playing as I'm typing this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm being manipulated into doing something I don't want, into someone I'm not, into someone I don't wanna be.&lt;br /&gt;Why? I don't the hell know.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who the hell you are to me. Why am I letting this happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've said I don't mind many things.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why did I even say that?&lt;br /&gt;PUI. Machaim like so desperate like that. Desperate to keep you near.&lt;br /&gt;You know...&lt;em&gt;Maybe I can change that. Just wait.&lt;/em&gt; or, &lt;em&gt;Nah, you wouldn't dare.&lt;/em&gt; and how about, &lt;em&gt;If I'm fine with that, you'll still be here, right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know why it took me so long just to figure out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think right now, I just don't care already.&lt;br /&gt;Why? I'm just too damn fucking tired.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd gotten rid of everything that I previously felt for, you know, just for the record. So that I won't be a moping zombie everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Try something different for a change. Cut myself some slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to support something like this up and hold it together.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you just screw off and fucking leave me alone? &lt;br /&gt;I ain't perfect, hell I do know. Why don't you go find someone else who is?&lt;br /&gt;Leave me to mope around in my own imperfections, why don't you? &lt;br /&gt;HAH. AS IF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to continue psycho-ing myself into thinking that this is right.&lt;br /&gt;It's not. It fucking is not.&lt;br /&gt;Well, so yeah. It's been nice knowing you, &lt;em&gt;but there's the door.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the final minutes of the last lesson. She had already packed her things, seeing as the teacher had already finished the topic for the day and didn't seem like he was going to continue on. Wrapping her arms around the bag in front of her chest, she rocked on the chair, eyes fixed upon the clock, almost willing the second hand to spin faster around the clock's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, a vibration coming from her pocket shook her out of the concentration she hadn't realised she had fallen into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Incoming call. Number withheld.&lt;/em&gt; The screen of her phone flashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brow furrowed, she clicked the 'answer' button, flipped her shoulder-length auburn highlights down and put the phone under her concealed ear, silently hoping her teacher, that currently had his back towards her, wouldn't turn around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello?" She whispers into the phone, apprehensively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The familiar voice on the other line was scratchy; lost but impatient. "Hey, hey? Come... Come... Get down to Mount. A, now, hurry... please... hurry, won't... won't make it. Don't... Don't seem good... just hurry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She could almost feel the vibration in her caller's voice, but that was not what that mattered. As the tone went dead, she could almost feel her arm detatching itself from her body. Fingers still clutching the phone in nothing less than a death grip, everything else that connected the shoulder to the wrist fell limp, lifeless. Dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay now class, if there is anything else from this lecture that needs explaining, please feel free to stay back for the remedial after lesson. If that is all, thank you class." The teacher's voice rang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a massive scraping of chairs as the students stood up to greet the teacher goodbye. She felt her legs straighten, she felt her back bend in a slight bow, she felt her mouth move to produce words. But she didn't feel all there, like as if she was watching herself from the sidelines. A sick, sick, motion picture of her own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh," her deskmate nudged her. "You staying back for remedial? You did say you were going to, and I don't understand half the lecture. Accompany me, please? Oh, and what was that call for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robotically, she turned to face her deskmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robotically, her mouth moved in the appropriate movements to form the excuse she had perfectly formulated before so that she wouldn't have an escape excuse for situations like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uhm, no I can't, I'm so, so sorry. My parents just called and said my sister was hospitalised with quite a horrible flu bug. So I gotta run..." She slung her bag over a shoulder and did a backward wave. "Seeya!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, yeah sure go ahead..." Maybe her deskmate finished the sentence with a get-well-soon wishing, maybe she finished it with a goodbye. But she didn't hear, she didn't care. She was already half way out of school, fumbling with her phone in the process of dialing a cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mount... Mount A., please." She told the cabby as soon as she entered the taxi. There wouldn't be time for a bus. As soon as the door slammed shut, the cab driver sped off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the ride, she suddenly became very conscious of her bodily actions. Her legs were shaking, no matter how often she tried to stop it. Her palms were getting wet, no matter how many times she wiped them off her sleeves. Her breathing was ragged, as if she had just ran a mile under 6 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minutes flashed by as the surroundings whizzed to a change. She had arrived. This place is familiar, those glass doors are familiar. How many times had she walked through those doors? She had long lost count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fumbling with the change, giving the cabby a five instead of a ten, a fifty instead of a twenty, apologising for her carelessness, stumbling out of the cab with wobbly knees, she practically tumbled through the automatic glass doors and almost fell headfirst through the reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabbing a nearby sofa to stabilize herself, she pulled out her phone and hit the redial button. She was going to call the last person whom she called previously anyway, no need for her new-found clumsiness to bring about additional trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where, where?" She gasped into the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Opp... Opp..." There was a switching of hands and a new voice emerged. "Please come to ward 13 on level 3 of the hospice, it's just directly opposite the hospital." This voice sounded practiced, calm and collected, cool. Probably one of the nurses, she imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O-okay, thank... thank you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet again, she stumbled out of the glass doors. The hospice was a mere 50m away. But the trek there looked highly dangerous, where the obstacles included the hospital carpark, a simple pavement, and another set of sliding glass doors. What if, in her delusional state, she doesn't notice a car coming? What if she trips over a crack or a pebble in the path and falls and hits her head and suffers a concussion? What if she, without noticing, crashes headfirst through the glass doors?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, she makes it safely across the road. And over the pavement. And through the glass doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"May I help you?" A voice rings from the reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"W-ward 13." She flusters. Did she get the ward correct?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, yes," the receptionist's face goes soft. "She just got transferred in today morning. Lift's down the right, do you need me to go with you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No... no thanks, thank you, but no. I... I have to hurry. Thank you." She manages to say. At the lift, it takes her three tries before her lifeless fingers were able to press accurately onto that single, small UP button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She rushes forward as soon as the bell rings, almost banging into the unopened lift doors. Once inside the lift, she leans against the sidepanes, unknowingly catching her reflection in the dull aluminium. Although it highly distorted her otherwise attractive features, there was no mistaking the pale tinge in the clammy, wet skin. She runs her sleeve over her forehead, wiping away cold perspiration she never knew had formed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lift 'dinged' open again, and she ran all the way to Ward 13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She slammed through the doors, only to be greeted by sights of red, puffy, teary eyes, trembling hands, and weak smiles. Everyone had gathered round the single bed there, like some sick procession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She drops her bag at the side of the door, or rather, her bag just slumped off her shoulders and happened to land at the door posts. Slowly, she inched her way toways the bed. The people cleared the path for her. She heard her breathing become ragged, torn again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has now reached the side of the bed, looking upon the mangled excuse for a patient lying upon the blue sheets. A drip was attached to what remained of a hand, and the hospital pajamas looked too big although it was already the smallest size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She leaned over and smoothed out the rainbow-coloured skull cap, before pulling it off. Too colourful for the picture, it just made her sick. She grabbed the hand, although it lay still and skeleton-thin within her palms. It was cold. Very cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without realising it, she had already put a finger under the nostrils of the patient, as if uncertain about the heartrate meter on the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The patient was so wasted, so, so much like the face of Death itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What...?" She whispers, hoping someone would answer her unasked question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Speak to her, she can hear you. Although she's mostly respirator now..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESPIRATOR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The patient's eyes were wide open. They look scary. She doubts they see a thing. There was a faraway could hanging over them. The patient wasn't there with them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She leans forward again, to put her face near the one she loved so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Turn it off."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What, dear? I'm sorry, I didn't catch you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The respirator, turn it off."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why dear? She'll get better, you know it!" Fake enthusiasm spilled out of this person's mouth. Who is this person? She cannot differentiate now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Turn. It. Fucking. Off. I can't have her like this. She's gone, already." Her voice was going to break, and she knew it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We wanted you to have the choice, you know, that was why we waited..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I DON'T FUCKING CARE ABOUT THAT. TURN THE FUCKING RESPIRATOR OFF." She burst out, before slumping onto the chair that was beside the bed. Her vision goes blurry, she feels her senses numb. After a temporary spill of tears, it suddenly ceases to a stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A doctor was called in. She eyes him as he approaches the respirator, the only thing keeping the one she loved so alive, or surviving, right now. She watches as his finger flips a switch. She watches as the patient's chest ceases to fall and rise in that rhythmic motion she used to fall asleep on. She watches as the heartrate meter slowly decreases, decreases, decreases and finally bleeps to a stop. The patient's gone. The patient is no more. As of now, the patient is non-existant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The single, wailing bleep of the machine is suddenly topped off by several wailing cries of the other people of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silently, she slips out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the funeral, she is confused. Who is the corpse around here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it her? Walking around like a zombie, being just about as responsive as a rock, as emotional as a pebble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it one lying in the coffin, looking beautiful even in death? She made it a point to give credit to the make-up artists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She saw, heard, and felt many people come up to her to talk. But within herself, everything has been turned off. She saw, heard, and felt nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just as they say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At the time, you're numb and you try to block it out. Yes, you know that person's gone and all, but it's like you're in this fog. Subsequently, life kind of gets into a routine, and you absentmindedly follow it. Before you know it, you stop thinking about it so much, and you move on. You also realise that there is no other choice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-8662616902669244831?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/8662616902669244831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=8662616902669244831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/8662616902669244831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/8662616902669244831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/08/final-tribute.html' title='A final tribute.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-8904520632385591223</id><published>2009-08-15T00:23:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T02:38:19.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HILDAAAAA.</title><content type='html'>OKAY SWELL THIS IS AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger now allows me to upload awesome photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HILDAHILDAHILDA GET READY FOR PHOTOSPAMMMMM :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So first up, went down to Kallang and caught a cab to the Kallang Leisure Park to bowllll. :D&lt;br /&gt;Bowling is fun, but HAHAHA I think I suck at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWVFXnCJSI/AAAAAAAABIg/Q1PtrTY8LVc/s1600-h/P8081492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369862050178802978" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWVFXnCJSI/AAAAAAAABIg/Q1PtrTY8LVc/s320/P8081492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Ahem, yes I know I'm very very mature... OH LOOK PLAYGROUND CAN WE GO PLAY? PLSPLSPLS?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilda you big baby, HEEHEE. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWVF_2CLCI/AAAAAAAABIo/G0iwuppEGNM/s1600-h/P8081493-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369862060979137570" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWVF_2CLCI/AAAAAAAABIo/G0iwuppEGNM/s320/P8081493-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, so we got dragged to the rooftop, just to find that the doors were (still) locked as it was rather early in the morning. Then had to go back into the lift where this couple were sorta waiting for us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Rather, they were gonna close the lift door on us when Hilda ran towards the lift, pressed the OPEN button, and pushed us all in.&lt;br /&gt;And not to mention start talking very very LOUDLY. HILDATAY EMBARASSING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWVGu28r_I/AAAAAAAABIw/fiba7reY4A8/s1600-h/P8081494-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369862073599438834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWVGu28r_I/AAAAAAAABIw/fiba7reY4A8/s320/P8081494-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, the Bowling Center opened slightly after 9am, and we went in to, duh, BOWL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, and the smart girl in the brown shirt above ^ (points to HILDATAY) forgot to bring socks so she had to buy a pair HAHA SMART.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWYiir6ENI/AAAAAAAABKI/Bh07nlq4Fus/s1600-h/P8081505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369865849903124690" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWYiir6ENI/AAAAAAAABKI/Bh07nlq4Fus/s320/P8081505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kallang Bowl! Super deserted in the morning, fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWVHISsblI/AAAAAAAABI4/02lJfpsHuj0/s1600-h/P8081495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369862080426700370" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWVHISsblI/AAAAAAAABI4/02lJfpsHuj0/s320/P8081495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl doesn't know howta ice-skate! If not we would have gone ice-skating there cause they have an awesome ice rink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWVHvWJf0I/AAAAAAAABJA/wOl4rH1Go6o/s1600-h/P8081496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369862090910170946" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWVHvWJf0I/AAAAAAAABJA/wOl4rH1Go6o/s320/P8081496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEEHEE We'll be seeing alot of this sorta bowling photos mostly taken by yours truly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWXMUoFTYI/AAAAAAAABJI/4A-isfUBAKo/s1600-h/P8081497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369864368660237698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWXMUoFTYI/AAAAAAAABJI/4A-isfUBAKo/s320/P8081497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA Hilda bowls funny. She throws the ball and lets it go on the waxy surface thingy there and it rolls and hits the pins. WTF EVEN MY THROW ISN'T THAT GOOD WAAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the account that she's BIRTHDAY GIRL, I'll let it pass. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWXM1JYiEI/AAAAAAAABJQ/2J_or_3cJhM/s1600-h/P8081498-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369864377389844546" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWXM1JYiEI/AAAAAAAABJQ/2J_or_3cJhM/s320/P8081498-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Oh, you know I fell on that waxy surface where the balls roll on? Yeah, it was super embarassing. I was trying to get that stupid ball that got stuck.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWXNWHLS9I/AAAAAAAABJY/vaQhZmTI_Xo/s1600-h/P8081499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369864386238958546" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWXNWHLS9I/AAAAAAAABJY/vaQhZmTI_Xo/s320/P8081499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther! I think she has one of the best bowling poses, hahaha. Among us la! But then, dunno why, her aims not accurate one. LIKE MINE. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWXOISW0II/AAAAAAAABJg/YTbJ3m-uZIw/s1600-h/P8081500-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369864399707623554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWXOISW0II/AAAAAAAABJg/YTbJ3m-uZIw/s320/P8081500-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Let's make retarded faces!&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369864414513250594" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWXO_cSwSI/AAAAAAAABJo/NSTu4Obu40w/s320/P8081501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Okay, it must be gen's turn right now, whatever let's camwhore!&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWYgOvF2rI/AAAAAAAABJw/6jLWpVSdu0Q/s1600-h/P8081502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369865810188032690" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWYgOvF2rI/AAAAAAAABJw/6jLWpVSdu0Q/s320/P8081502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, Hilda actually gets one of the highest scores! Close competitor is shermaineeee! See la, they all so pro, not like me who has not played bowling in like a year or something. boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWYhp4D43I/AAAAAAAABJ4/C3PJLibxS9I/s1600-h/P8081503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369865834653279090" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWYhp4D43I/AAAAAAAABJ4/C3PJLibxS9I/s320/P8081503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The scores shall justify all&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you see, the major score difference after half the first game.&lt;br /&gt;SHERMAINE MUST BE SECRETLY PRACTICING BOWLING RIGHT? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWYiC2WIHI/AAAAAAAABKA/ndGhzH72a2k/s1600-h/P8081504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369865841356972146" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWYiC2WIHI/AAAAAAAABKA/ndGhzH72a2k/s320/P8081504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWYjemmUvI/AAAAAAAABKQ/DjzwOutoDjc/s1600-h/P8081506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369865865986986738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWYjemmUvI/AAAAAAAABKQ/DjzwOutoDjc/s320/P8081506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha shermaine has this weird after-pose after she releases the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWZeM-gBxI/AAAAAAAABKY/tUyA-14GU-s/s1600-h/P8081507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369866874867681042" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWZeM-gBxI/AAAAAAAABKY/tUyA-14GU-s/s320/P8081507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lane 10's ours&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWZeibCrUI/AAAAAAAABKg/FymIoHexXhM/s1600-h/P8081508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369866880624536898" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWZeibCrUI/AAAAAAAABKg/FymIoHexXhM/s320/P8081508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWZfzGc5dI/AAAAAAAABKo/J3ZuIKAm2Xw/s1600-h/P8081509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369866902281446866" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWZfzGc5dI/AAAAAAAABKo/J3ZuIKAm2Xw/s320/P8081509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369866926767518674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWZhOUYs9I/AAAAAAAABKw/YiAsAbBpk3g/s320/P8081510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scores after awhile... hahahah. Oh look they show the ball speed too! That's 8.54mph for Shermaine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWZh1TJQ2I/AAAAAAAABK4/ok4-j4OQGyw/s1600-h/P8081511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369866937231295330" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWZh1TJQ2I/AAAAAAAABK4/ok4-j4OQGyw/s320/P8081511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camwhoring while gen is bowling! Wah! leave me out horrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369868128053019570" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWanJdKw7I/AAAAAAAABLA/IZ0KdqNBCYA/s320/P8081512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heee, okay, (:&lt;br /&gt;Oh that guy in the backgroud there? He's damn awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWan2SAchI/AAAAAAAABLI/RZtALuJDDFc/s1600-h/P8081513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369868140085801490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWan2SAchI/AAAAAAAABLI/RZtALuJDDFc/s320/P8081513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TAKE ME TAKE ME TAKE ME TAKE PHOTO WITH MEEEE&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWaoSWZumI/AAAAAAAABLQ/robbhtBCgAs/s1600-h/P8081515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369868147620428386" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWaoSWZumI/AAAAAAAABLQ/robbhtBCgAs/s320/P8081515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWapszAJeI/AAAAAAAABLg/3uQDD8fAlRA/s1600-h/P8081514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369868171899577826" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWapszAJeI/AAAAAAAABLg/3uQDD8fAlRA/s320/P8081514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahhaa :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWao1zgMYI/AAAAAAAABLY/R12AUcBaj_Y/s1600-h/P8081516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369868157137727874" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWao1zgMYI/AAAAAAAABLY/R12AUcBaj_Y/s320/P8081516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWcOpPnNWI/AAAAAAAABLo/ApF5pZqRNRo/s1600-h/P8081517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369869906112623970" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWcOpPnNWI/AAAAAAAABLo/ApF5pZqRNRo/s320/P8081517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther in action!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWcPA4J0kI/AAAAAAAABLw/rbAb7YaZVdM/s1600-h/P8081518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369869912456680002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWcPA4J0kI/AAAAAAAABLw/rbAb7YaZVdM/s320/P8081518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scores yet again, oh my I'm lagginggggg. Stupid balls keep on going into the &lt;em&gt;longkang&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWcP53iy3I/AAAAAAAABL4/SIVQXL0IkHU/s1600-h/P8081520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369869927754943346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWcP53iy3I/AAAAAAAABL4/SIVQXL0IkHU/s320/P8081520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to take a photo of how Hilda drops the ball, but too late sadly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWcQeGBLXI/AAAAAAAABMA/lBY6bW4-iKg/s1600-h/P8081519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369869937479331186" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWcQeGBLXI/AAAAAAAABMA/lBY6bW4-iKg/s320/P8081519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah my photo! HAHHAA see how my left hand flicks up, xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWcQ3KC8GI/AAAAAAAABMI/Dh-_nNUV9SM/s1600-h/P8081521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369869944207110242" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWcQ3KC8GI/AAAAAAAABMI/Dh-_nNUV9SM/s320/P8081521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWdxEN7RKI/AAAAAAAABMQ/bu4Z4mSd-cA/s1600-h/P8081522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369871596980487330" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWdxEN7RKI/AAAAAAAABMQ/bu4Z4mSd-cA/s320/P8081522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOOKS LIKE SHE'S GONNA FALLLLLLL&lt;/em&gt;. not. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWdx_qqIbI/AAAAAAAABMY/gY7-opqNqdM/s1600-h/P8081523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369871612938690994" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWdx_qqIbI/AAAAAAAABMY/gY7-opqNqdM/s320/P8081523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWdycZKRWI/AAAAAAAABMg/VKC05WYMn_c/s1600-h/P8081524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369871620649928034" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWdycZKRWI/AAAAAAAABMg/VKC05WYMn_c/s320/P8081524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, my pose is wrong. Tralala, whateverrrr. ahhahah xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWdy8KFGVI/AAAAAAAABMo/PchciuqRSiE/s1600-h/P8081525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369871629176609106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWdy8KFGVI/AAAAAAAABMo/PchciuqRSiE/s320/P8081525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWdzRDlj7I/AAAAAAAABMw/5T305hFhA9M/s1600-h/P8081526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369871634786521010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWdzRDlj7I/AAAAAAAABMw/5T305hFhA9M/s320/P8081526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWe1Zfr0vI/AAAAAAAABM4/FlFkLPy3qSg/s1600-h/P8081528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369872770923221746" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWe1Zfr0vI/AAAAAAAABM4/FlFkLPy3qSg/s320/P8081528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;JUMP JUMP CLAP CLAP BALL PLEASE GO IN&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWe14BtpGI/AAAAAAAABNA/SULScJ8911k/s1600-h/P8081529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369872779119010914" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWe14BtpGI/AAAAAAAABNA/SULScJ8911k/s320/P8081529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh noooooo, ball into &lt;em&gt;longkang&lt;/em&gt; ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWe2tX-YsI/AAAAAAAABNI/A57KO_XA_hM/s1600-h/P8081530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369872793439462082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWe2tX-YsI/AAAAAAAABNI/A57KO_XA_hM/s320/P8081530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to take ending scores, but it got erased in time for a new game, hahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWe3K-KmrI/AAAAAAAABNQ/so_x5-41yVg/s1600-h/P8081531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369872801384274610" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWe3K-KmrI/AAAAAAAABNQ/so_x5-41yVg/s320/P8081531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;COCONUT HEADDDD&lt;/em&gt;. Looks like one, no? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWe3ha-fbI/AAAAAAAABNY/7dnF27aAqDs/s1600-h/P8081532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369872807410695602" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWe3ha-fbI/AAAAAAAABNY/7dnF27aAqDs/s320/P8081532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWgLSPnnJI/AAAAAAAABNg/yX_eoCbMjjo/s1600-h/P8081533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369874246445538450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWgLSPnnJI/AAAAAAAABNg/yX_eoCbMjjo/s320/P8081533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scores at the end of the second game. Whoohoo wowwee i'm last HAHAHAH xD&lt;br /&gt;I knew it, I suck, I'm horrible at bowling HAHAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWgMGMeS6I/AAAAAAAABNo/l2ihUX2YSPc/s1600-h/P8081534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369874260390988706" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWgMGMeS6I/AAAAAAAABNo/l2ihUX2YSPc/s320/P8081534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYAYAYAYYA US. Esther Genevieve Shermaine Hilda, (loves!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWgMrRoLbI/AAAAAAAABNw/kAACOR7xNzY/s1600-h/P8081535-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369874270344719794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWgMrRoLbI/AAAAAAAABNw/kAACOR7xNzY/s320/P8081535-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyoh Shermaineis face cut off ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWgNE-E0JI/AAAAAAAABN4/nspR-Kd2ZDw/s1600-h/P8081536-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369874277242032274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWgNE-E0JI/AAAAAAAABN4/nspR-Kd2ZDw/s320/P8081536-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she didn't open her eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWgNrZxWEI/AAAAAAAABOA/o81baSGTI9c/s1600-h/P8081537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369874287558744130" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWgNrZxWEI/AAAAAAAABOA/o81baSGTI9c/s320/P8081537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After bowling, we left kallang for Bugis, walked to Illuma to get the tickets for UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, the show was great :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWhVa-Ej7I/AAAAAAAABOI/WejD9UcX02U/s1600-h/P8081538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369875520098176946" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWhVa-Ej7I/AAAAAAAABOI/WejD9UcX02U/s320/P8081538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;EH EH EH LET'S RIDE UP THE BIG BIG ESCALATOR.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWhVzKMl5I/AAAAAAAABOQ/ZH5nV_rdPVs/s1600-h/P8081539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369875526591485842" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWhVzKMl5I/AAAAAAAABOQ/ZH5nV_rdPVs/s320/P8081539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark shot, whoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWhWXt6g6I/AAAAAAAABOY/EiHR-0QcdH0/s1600-h/P8081540-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369875536404972450" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWhWXt6g6I/AAAAAAAABOY/EiHR-0QcdH0/s320/P8081540-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWhXMUpXoI/AAAAAAAABOg/IKpqmBgeSf0/s1600-h/P8081541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369875550526070402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWhXMUpXoI/AAAAAAAABOg/IKpqmBgeSf0/s320/P8081541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES OTAKU HOUSE. I WANT PoT POSTCARDS THEY'RE LIKE AWESOME AHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Although I don't know what'll I use them for. Whatever la! They look awesome!&lt;br /&gt;And Cosplaying is cool! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally after the movie, went to NYDC to have DESSERT!&lt;br /&gt;Irish cream wine ice cream and some really really chocolatey cake omg heaven I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWhX-MsbuI/AAAAAAAABOo/ajKOTQHHhDc/s1600-h/P8081542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369875563914489570" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWhX-MsbuI/AAAAAAAABOo/ajKOTQHHhDc/s320/P8081542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what left of it, before Hilda started playing around with the leftover syrup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thenafter, Hilda had to go off to Malaysia, so I went back home as well but Shermaine and Esther remained to shop for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;ESTHER SPENT TOO MUCH, TSK! HAHAHHA xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concludes a wonderful day spent.&lt;br /&gt;Holy crapz it's 2.40am already I'm tired like mothaffffff I wanna go to bed and zzz so night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-8904520632385591223?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/8904520632385591223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=8904520632385591223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/8904520632385591223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/8904520632385591223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/08/hildaaaaa.html' title='HILDAAAAA.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SoWVFXnCJSI/AAAAAAAABIg/Q1PtrTY8LVc/s72-c/P8081492.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-4548212598095827446</id><published>2009-08-13T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T23:12:40.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the pre-post.</title><content type='html'>I can't believe how long Blogger's been going through PMS, and it seems to be getting worse.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if it comes monthly, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay guys I PROMISE once blogger stops being a PMS-y bitch I'll start uploading photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just to let you all know I might not have the time to blog so much nowadays. Maybe even lesser than once or twice a week or something.&lt;br /&gt;Or rather, I wouldn't have time to do EXTRAORDINARILY long posts. Short ones might come through time to time, just to let you all be updated a little.&lt;br /&gt;But let's not all be too apprehensive about this, yea? School sucks, period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a Functions and Graphs test tomorrow, and I have not studied, call me awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, the test is gonna eat up our lunch break, hence in other words, my timetable's fucking fantastic. 10am to 6pm no break hell yeah!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna sneak food during ZuLi's lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll go back to Functions now. Images, Objects, Domains, and all that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see a zombie walking around in NUSH tomorrow, rest assured that that'll be me on caffeine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KTHXBAI.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-4548212598095827446?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/4548212598095827446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=4548212598095827446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/4548212598095827446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/4548212598095827446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/08/pre-post.html' title='the pre-post.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-351441417858195250</id><published>2009-08-09T23:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T23:17:38.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HILDAHILDAHILDAHILDA.</title><content type='html'>Hello HILDAY TAY LAI KIN DO YOU SEE YOUR NAMEEEE?&lt;br /&gt;YOU BLIND BAT GO READ THE TITLE HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, fixed stupid blogskin, and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since blogger's pms-ing on me again and periodically refuses to allow me to upload all my wonderful shots of HILDATAYKAILIN's birthday outing, so yeah. HILDATAY YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO WAIT SO SAD.&lt;br /&gt;I'll do a proper post on this when blogger agrees to co-operate with me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved NYDC's ice cream. Deff. going back there someday. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched G.I. JOE today, mega awesomeness. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay my hand is super pain now I don't know why, how odd my muscles are all strained and I didn't do anything! O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of seeing stupid blogger's pms-page, so I'm gonna go off now.&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit didn't do much homework this weekend, gotta chiong it out tomorrow, DIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... Oh ya.&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Singapore. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-351441417858195250?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/351441417858195250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=351441417858195250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/351441417858195250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/351441417858195250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/08/hildahildahildahilda.html' title='HILDAHILDAHILDAHILDA.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-5697874831405234511</id><published>2009-08-08T00:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T01:46:34.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm gonna be patriotic.</title><content type='html'>Hello all! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw many &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Singapore Flags&lt;/span&gt; today. In the bus. On the way to school. In school. In class. Outside school. In the MRT. At Orchard... You name it, there'll be it. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt super out of place for the day, cause I hadn't got a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red tee&lt;/span&gt; to wear. ):&lt;br /&gt;Why don't I have a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red tee&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;I mean, EVERYONE has at least ONE. I have NONE!&lt;br /&gt;The only &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red thing&lt;/span&gt; that I have, isn't even completely &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;. AND totally INAPPROPRIATE to wear to school. It's a halter top, woohoo. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt; and white stripes, so patriotic hor. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS SUPER EPIC FAIL. HAHAHA.&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SnxXrOToYqI/AAAAAAAABGY/xSTaC6B0owM/s1600-h/P8071475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367261256005214882" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SnxXrOToYqI/AAAAAAAABGY/xSTaC6B0owM/s320/P8071475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHAT. THIS THINGY UP THERE ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WON THE &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YEAR 4 CLASS MONTAGE COMPETITON&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND FURTHER GUESS &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHAT&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY CLASS'S&lt;/span&gt; CLASS MONTAGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STILL GOT &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;M09305&lt;/span&gt; WRITTEN ON IT SOME MORE LOR, THEY BLIND OR WHAT HAHAHAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holyyyyff. It's already 1.25am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised light that I'd sleep early today...&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I'll make this a hurried post. There'll be many pictures today(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National Day Celebs today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The usual, singing, dancing, DON'T FORGET THE LYRICS-ing... Y'know. Same things year after year, school after school. I won't go into the boring parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;POTLUCK&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D I ate SUPER A LOT of things. Bread, sushi, oreo, etc. etc. Stuffed myself full of food until I didn't wanna eat lunch later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SnxXrqOO0DI/AAAAAAAABGg/wbx9BKvaCDU/s1600-h/P8071476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367261263498760242" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SnxXrqOO0DI/AAAAAAAABGg/wbx9BKvaCDU/s320/P8071476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;See! Almost everyone's in reddddd&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class actually wanted to get pizza, but, hahaha pizza don't open shop till 10:30am boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;Should've followed 303, they ordered the night before HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SnxXsDBbWTI/AAAAAAAABGo/Lxw510i-bjg/s1600-h/P8071477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367261270155942194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SnxXsDBbWTI/AAAAAAAABGo/Lxw510i-bjg/s320/P8071477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chen wei! No, he's not acting cute. It's the stupid angle&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherie, Joelle and Su Chang weren't there. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;we webcammed Cherie&lt;/span&gt;, and stuffed all the good foods under the camera to make her jealous! AHAHAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SnxXsoLAetI/AAAAAAAABGw/nEDfSlWCyU4/s1600-h/P8071478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367261280128236242" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SnxXsoLAetI/AAAAAAAABGw/nEDfSlWCyU4/s320/P8071478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A multitude of red. Universal brotherhood?&lt;/em&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, all the goodstuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SnxXtW1N4OI/AAAAAAAABG4/ZBQaX5Qs-sM/s1600-h/P8071479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367261292653306082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SnxXtW1N4OI/AAAAAAAABG4/ZBQaX5Qs-sM/s320/P8071479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;An Zhi! Don't ask about the pose&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SnxYqRuPXTI/AAAAAAAABHI/mpv9QT_nqoo/s1600-h/P8071481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367262339253886258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SnxYqRuPXTI/AAAAAAAABHI/mpv9QT_nqoo/s320/P8071481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wonder what's Chen Wei doing&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SnxYq1db_SI/AAAAAAAABHQ/KtKCYMLLXEs/s1600-h/P8071482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367262348847086882" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SnxYq1db_SI/AAAAAAAABHQ/KtKCYMLLXEs/s320/P8071482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HEE Yong Kiat. Aw damn, I didn't catch the middle finger. Stupid camera&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SnxYrKt57dI/AAAAAAAABHY/c2MOn8oreWk/s1600-h/P8071483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367262354553302482" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SnxYrKt57dI/AAAAAAAABHY/c2MOn8oreWk/s320/P8071483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Webcamming Cherie, most likely. Or, listening to retared National Day song parodies&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SnxZehXiOWI/AAAAAAAABHo/PZkl6kg7DTQ/s1600-h/P8071485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367263236806818146" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SnxZehXiOWI/AAAAAAAABHo/PZkl6kg7DTQ/s320/P8071485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look at what An Zhi appears to have on his head&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SnxZfHLcjuI/AAAAAAAABHw/Cs4rcRKGlfw/s1600-h/P8071486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367263246956662498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SnxZfHLcjuI/AAAAAAAABHw/Cs4rcRKGlfw/s320/P8071486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;OKAY OKAY FINE, I'll go down on my stupid knees. Will you marry me?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SnxZflrbMOI/AAAAAAAABH4/n0LYYh2TKnI/s1600-h/P8071487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367263255143854306" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SnxZflrbMOI/AAAAAAAABH4/n0LYYh2TKnI/s320/P8071487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The pre-shot&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SnxZgSxkQuI/AAAAAAAABIA/dLqxJ7AF2qo/s1600-h/P8071488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367263267249210082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SnxZgSxkQuI/AAAAAAAABIA/dLqxJ7AF2qo/s320/P8071488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The incomplete shot&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SnxZggGp6LI/AAAAAAAABII/F5ZT_Ni7reU/s1600-h/P8071489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367263270827321522" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SnxZggGp6LI/AAAAAAAABII/F5ZT_Ni7reU/s320/P8071489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE SHOT!&lt;/em&gt; :D M09305, (hearts!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SnxaO3rJJaI/AAAAAAAABIQ/y83SPyeKOEU/s1600-h/P8071490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367264067428361634" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SnxaO3rJJaI/AAAAAAAABIQ/y83SPyeKOEU/s320/P8071490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The after-shot! Looks very wrong&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SnxaPeugOpI/AAAAAAAABIY/VMKY9u5P9io/s1600-h/P8071491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367264077911440018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SnxaPeugOpI/AAAAAAAABIY/VMKY9u5P9io/s320/P8071491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The complete after-shot&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That still looks super wrong, but anyway. Today was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio quiz and prac. after. Had to look at stupid fruit flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate flies, they give me the creepy feeling all over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thenafter, out with Esther to Orchard Ion to go have a look at UNIQLO :D&lt;br /&gt;They just opened, and are having a major sale there! Awesomeness!&lt;br /&gt;Managed to try on a few pairs of clothings, but gave up soon after cause there was just TOO MANY PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid skinny jeans. Can't seem to fit!&lt;br /&gt;If they fit my thighs, they're too loose for my hips.&lt;br /&gt;If they fit my hips, I don't think I'll ever know cause I can't pull them up past my thighs.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid huge thighs. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home, I slept for two and a half hours. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I wanna go sleep now it's 1:45am holysheeeez there's hilda's birthday outing later have to wake up earlyyyyy! O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And stupid blogskin is screwed. I think I'll change it, soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-5697874831405234511?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/5697874831405234511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=5697874831405234511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/5697874831405234511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/5697874831405234511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-gonna-be-patriotic.html' title='I&apos;m gonna be patriotic.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SnxXrOToYqI/AAAAAAAABGY/xSTaC6B0owM/s72-c/P8071475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-6627659277733924964</id><published>2009-08-02T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T23:36:23.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Erase and rewind, but it ain't all that glam either.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It's not time to&lt;br /&gt;Give us one more try (i don't think so)&lt;br /&gt;Last night you&lt;br /&gt;Said your one last lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't let you wreck my plans&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to let you go&lt;br /&gt;Oh, only one thing is true&lt;br /&gt;Only one thing to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to, delete you&lt;br /&gt;Burning up, all your pictures&lt;br /&gt;Tearing up, all your letters&lt;br /&gt;Ripping up, all your sweaters&lt;br /&gt;This is, this is for the better&lt;br /&gt;Slashing up, all your tires&lt;br /&gt;Smashing up, all your flowers&lt;br /&gt;Grabbing back, all my power&lt;br /&gt;Cause this is one more reason&lt;br /&gt;I don't need you, delete you&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, delete you, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not time to &lt;br /&gt;Say how much you care (i don't think so)&lt;br /&gt;I don't want you&lt;br /&gt;I want you not there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done&lt;br /&gt;I think that the time's come&lt;br /&gt;To bring this thing to an end&lt;br /&gt;I think this could be goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Think you ran out of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to, delete you&lt;br /&gt;Burning up, all your pictures&lt;br /&gt;Tearing up, all your letters&lt;br /&gt;Ripping up, all your sweaters&lt;br /&gt;This is, this is for the better&lt;br /&gt;Slashing up, all your tires&lt;br /&gt;Smashing up, all your flowers&lt;br /&gt;Grabbing back, all my power&lt;br /&gt;Cause this is one more reason &lt;br /&gt;To delete you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i want from you&lt;br /&gt;Is for you to disappear&lt;br /&gt;All i need from you&lt;br /&gt;Is for you to not be here&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's time you got the news&lt;br /&gt;Gonna replace you, erase you&lt;br /&gt;Delete you, delete you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, delete you&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, oh, oh delete you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burning up, all your pictures&lt;br /&gt;Tearing up, all your letters&lt;br /&gt;Ripping up, all your sweaters&lt;br /&gt;This is, this is for the better&lt;br /&gt;Slashing up, all your tires&lt;br /&gt;Smashing up, all your flowers&lt;br /&gt;Grabbing back, all my power&lt;br /&gt;Cause this is one more reason &lt;br /&gt;To delete you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Delete You&lt;br /&gt;Ashley Tisdale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger is being an arse right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, nah. I'm still not back in blogging mood. As you can see from my apparent lack of updates.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna update about my life, hahaha. I don't think you people'll have much interest in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, before we go off-topic,&lt;br /&gt;my life is hell awesome okay not boring sheez I won't even blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, maybe one day I'll get round to explaining why I don't blog much right now.&lt;br /&gt;I just, well. Lack the ability to express my thoughts in the appropriate writings. I can't... well, there isn't really a word for it. &lt;br /&gt;I... &lt;br /&gt;It's just... &lt;br /&gt;Well... &lt;br /&gt;I mean... &lt;br /&gt;No what I really mean is that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously? Screw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know? End-of-the-month has never hit me this hard before.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, for sure. July ends. August starts. August ends, September starts. And on it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big deal, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never realised that July was ending until... the last day of July.&lt;br /&gt;And finally it just strikes me. It's goodbye July, and hello August.&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever get the feeling that, you might never see something again? Something that you've once treasured, then... lost?&lt;br /&gt;It's like trying to grasp water within your palms. No matter what you do, it'll just flow out. What's left in the crevice of your palm is barely enough to sustain your thirst for it, so you just let it drop too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many things have changed. It's overwhelming, and I can't take it.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to adapt to something like this, definitely not this!&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I think back, all the wonderful, beautiful images have all been slashed across and defaced by numerous ugly black marks that have set in with time. It's different now, nothing's the same.&lt;br /&gt;And no, it doesn't matter what you say, how you say it, or whatever. Nothing's the same as before. Even memories are stained and rendered useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm shaking my head, I'm gonna say no. I don't want to do this.&lt;br /&gt;I can't make myself. I finally get what you mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car rumbles to a stop outside the drop-off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She quickly packes her phone into her bag and pushes the door open, swinging a foot out into the sun. Just as she was about to hurl the other leg out and break into a run, a voice says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Six forty-five, or seven pm?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pauses midway and turns aorund to look at her driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll be about six-fifteen, six thirty?" She says, with a tinge of reluctance and uncertainty in her voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So early today? Your Coach will not coming?" The driver's questioning tone had a piercing quality to it. Almost, inquisitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yesterday was the end of July, today is the First of August." She pushed the sentence out, and hurriedly jumped out of the car, slamming the door. But not failing to catch the real reason why that escaped from the front passenger's lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She still has her hand on the door handle, she can't find the strength to remove it. Nor the willpower to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, not a split-second later, she managed to pry her stiff fingers off, and bundle them in a reassuring wave goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She throws another mask on, and walks towards the reception before turning right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I actually am very happy today. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no, this I really am serious.&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt this elated, ecstatic... insane even! for a very, very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whyyyyyy? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite simple actually, cause I watched ICE AGE 3 TODAYYYY HEEHEEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;SUCH AN AMAZING, LIGHT HEARTED, FORGET-YOUR-WORRIES TYPE OF SHOW.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so, so, so glad I caught it today, xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught the 12.15pm one at vivo.&lt;br /&gt;Was originally supposed to meet light* at 11.30am, but got a lil' delayed cause of church. Hehheh.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the popcorn combo that we got CAME WITH G.I.JOE PLASTERS OMGOMG HAHAHAHAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might injure someone, just to use it, ehhehehehe. Okay, inside joke. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking into the cinema, I was immedately greeted by signs of WARNING : WRONG AGE GROUP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why? It was so crowded with lil' kids and their parents HAHAHAHA hardly any teenagers LOL xD&lt;br /&gt;Plus, the cinema was still crammed to the MAX even though the movie came out about a month a go LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAHAHAHHAA I JUST WANNA LAUGH ABOUT THAT STUPID SQUIRREL WITH THAT STUBBORN ACORN HAHAHAHHAA EVEN AFTER THREE MOVIES IT STILL HAS NOT GOTTEN THE STUPID ACORN HAHHAAHHAHAHAH HE EVEN LOST IT TO THAT STUPID FOX OF A GIRL HAHAHAHHAHAHAHA HAHHAHAHAHA AHHAHAHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;Poor, dumb squirrel xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHA ROUND IS 'FOXY' HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a good show. IMMA GO GET THE CD YOU AIN'T STOPPING ME MUAHAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN AND THEN AND THEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SINFUL 'LUNCH' OF HAAGEN DAZ HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Omg I tell you, stuff me with ice cream and you'll get an extremely happy gen for the rest of the day HAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I'm a Direction Noob, we got lost in stupid vivo hahahahha. shit it's still damn big I can't find my way around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I definitely enjoyed today to the max. (:&lt;br /&gt;I laughed so, so, so much more than I did in a long time. It was an awesome feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, okay I think I'll stop here for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;It's 11.35pm, and I still have suibi to finish up.&lt;br /&gt;But I think I can go on, all that laughing today has done me real good hahhhhaa.&lt;br /&gt;So yup, till when I blog again, &lt;br /&gt;gnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*light. nickname.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-6627659277733924964?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/6627659277733924964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=6627659277733924964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/6627659277733924964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/6627659277733924964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/08/erase-and-rewind-but-it-aint-all-that.html' title='Erase and rewind, but it ain&apos;t all that glam either.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-5329431761208324546</id><published>2009-07-25T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T23:07:06.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscence.</title><content type='html'>I used to have curls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they got chopped off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And never grew back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my curls. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's barely 10pm, and I'm drained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did the lively kid with curls go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I drop her off at some expressway cause I was annoyed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did the innocent little girl go to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I push her out of the way because she became a lil' too boring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did the carefree little girl go to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I forget about her as I became too busy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this what we'll all eventually fall in to?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. Just wondering...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-5329431761208324546?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/5329431761208324546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=5329431761208324546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/5329431761208324546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/5329431761208324546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/07/reminiscence.html' title='Reminiscence.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-768134841436881329</id><published>2009-07-18T13:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T10:58:14.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This ULTIMATELY sucks&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Not the best way to start a post but... whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past hour, I've been sighing non-stop to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, it just happened again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times, I open up my browser and log onto blogger, open up a new post and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... sit in front of a screen, mind totally blank like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most times, the most I ever got to was to type a few lines, then shut the entire screen out of exasperation.&lt;br /&gt;Since my mind's already in a blank, what am I really trying to do? Make my fingers churn out words of their own?&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after reading all those dumb ahlian-ahbeng type blogs until my eyes have bled themselves dry and z,x,c,s etc. have swam in and out of posts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Zippo. Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been a real drain lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Even WITHOUT CCA.&lt;br /&gt;Next week CCA'll resume, and, I get so worn out just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I remember I had this conversation with Esther yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much, just a short one cause we were both trying to complete as much homework as possible in school.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so this. I was sitting beside Esther, comparing our school diaries, in which we write all our homework, projects due and tests and all that school sheezx.&lt;br /&gt;I flip through past pages, and see everything packed to the brim on certain weeks. I remember last term's 5th or 6th week or something, one that most of us termed as &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hell Week&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I flipped over to the 3rd week of this term, A.K.A. this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was almost exactly the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I filp a few more pages down to see where our latest test/quiz will end.&lt;br /&gt;It'll be 2 weeks down the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I commented to Esther, "Hey, we're packed 'till August."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me incredulously. And then I realised what I had just said.&lt;br /&gt;Freaking &lt;em&gt;packed&lt;/em&gt; 'till &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;August&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe more will come up soon. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what I really mean to say is that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... yeah. I won't be posting as much as I used to already. No more everyday everyday happy happy wanna post then post type of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason's because,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm in desperate need of time.&lt;br /&gt;No time to do ANYTHING at all. 'Cept homework, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I don't really feel like blogging at times.&lt;br /&gt;Usually because, whatever in my head is in all of a mess and I'm so confused/perplexed by all of it that, ARGH DAMMIT I really can't give a damn anymore, so what's the use of trying to put it in words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in one of my most perfect moods right now. If you didn't see it until here then, well go kick yourself in the arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might blog if the fancy takes hold of me, but for now, don't expect too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, I need time to sort out stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Stuffs that have been put on hold for far too long.&lt;br /&gt;Stuffs that require immediate action.&lt;br /&gt;And, stuffs that are really hogging up my head right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid. I seem to have grown a sudden taste for the word stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid, stupid. Use it to describe everything you don't like, hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D'you know that feeling?&lt;br /&gt;Y'know. The feeling that...&lt;br /&gt;... you were once THIS close to THAT some person.&lt;br /&gt;And now you can even walk past THAT some person without the two of you avoiding eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid, stupid.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like it. Especially when.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid. Totally oblivious.&lt;br /&gt;Either that, or on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to care already lah! Take up too much of my time.&lt;br /&gt;People don't want to think okay. People wants to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;People don't know why she refers to herself as 'People'.&lt;br /&gt;but People don't care already lah! People already said before.&lt;br /&gt;People don't need to care about things that don't want People to care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the first signs of insanity is to talk about yourself in the third person point of view.&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;Blog will be on temporary hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*P. S. If you see me going WON-WON nowadays.... well then. I just watched Harry Potter. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-768134841436881329?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/768134841436881329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=768134841436881329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/768134841436881329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/768134841436881329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/07/time.html' title='time.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-8823965599833321423</id><published>2009-07-12T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T23:07:05.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days are a gift, not a given right.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I stop to catch my breath &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I stop to catch your eye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No need to second-guess &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That you've been on my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;well I dream days away, but that's okay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's like I want to hear a silent sound &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And then hold it in my hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But a rose won't blossom from a ground &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of desert sand, but I like to pretend that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One day I'll turn around, I'll see your hand reach out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm only fooling myself, yea yea yea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But maybe when you smile &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It means you'd stay awhile &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just maybe you'd save me now &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm only foolin myself, yea yea yea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm only foolin myself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, now it's etched in stone &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I can't survive alone &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have the missing piece &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I need so desperately &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, I slip away to a day that'll never come&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's like a splash of water to my face &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I suddenly realize &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That you could never find a place &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For me in your eyes, and I don't know why I keep thinking...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Only Fooling Myself&lt;br /&gt;Kate Voegele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey dear all! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How have the weekends been for you all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine were particularly well-behaved... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were loads of things in my head that I wanted to blog about over the course of the past few days, but you know. gen, &lt;em&gt;being gen&lt;/em&gt;, she completely forgot about everything.&lt;br /&gt;I guess we can only just hope that she'll remember bits and pieces of it as we read through her post, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I don't know if you guys wanna hear about my day, but here goes anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I CUT MY HAIR YESTERDAY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;does a happy dance&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been EXTREMELY TIRED of my stupid long fringe ever since... &lt;em&gt;I grew a fringe&lt;/em&gt;. Roar.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid, kept on falling into my eyes, into my line of vision, into stupid SWS's line of vision.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime come call me up for stupid fringe. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOWWWW....&lt;br /&gt;It's fantastic. I &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; have a fringe, but it's shorter! And thinner, not like that stupid thick lock of front face hair. DOUBLE UGH.&lt;br /&gt;The back is trimmed into layers, and it looked so damn cool after the haircut.&lt;br /&gt;NOW DON'T NEEDA TIE HAIR! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoying cousin calles me &lt;em&gt;Fuji-Senpai&lt;/em&gt; now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that point aside.&lt;br /&gt;With my new cut, I CAN TOTALLY LOOK LIKE AN ANIME CHARACTER OKAY HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly! With a lil' bit of hairwax, and working my hair into anime-like hair strips, &lt;em&gt;poof&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;HEEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thenafter, went to Cheryl Lit's house for... okay I don't know what to call it. A &lt;em&gt;get-together&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Awwmann. If you guys haven't heard, cheryl lit transferred to MGS after the June Holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently she wants to take the O levels first cause she's gonna go to Australia, sometime later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go Australia toooooo. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played tennis with Angela, Charlene, Cheryl Lit and Mabes!&lt;br /&gt;Shit no, I can't forgive myself when I thought I'd forgotten how it was like to play class games with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE PLAYING WITH YOU ALL.&lt;br /&gt;It's fantastic how I can be myself around you guys. Unlike most other groups of people where, I shudder at the thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not played tennis in ages. Muahahaha. I think I became super horrible, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tennis, went back upstairs to let cheryl open her presents.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH COOL. I love those headsets! I want them tooooo!&lt;br /&gt;The super gigantic one, with built in micro-phone. Can you believe awesome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherie, Sharmila, Joelle and Narmadha came at about 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;Had a few games of catching (HEEHEE) before going back upstairs to stuff our faces silly with cheryl's wonderful cake-baking skills, orea, panda biscuis, drinks and pizza that came at about 6.30. Yumm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all watched Angus, Thongs and Perfect Snogging again. HAHAH FUNNY ALL OVER AGAIN. :D&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and cheryl's little sister Chelsea was there watching too. I wonder how she took the making out part, whoops. And there were explicit scenes of thongs and push-up bras.&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh, maybe we shouldn't have let her watch it hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a really wonderful day, then went back with Angela and Sharmila.&lt;br /&gt;Poor me, cause I wanted a window seat to sleep against, went all the way to the back of the bus, where you all know is a total bitch to sleep against. Dumb choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And guess what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout my entire trip back home, I was so conveniently sitting behind a couple practically making out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GROSS MUCH. WHO MAKES OUT ON PUBLIC TRANSPORT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not fair. Other people always get it better.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid, everytime I see couples cuddling on the bus, it just gives me the shivers.&lt;br /&gt;Then I remember when I once took a bus back from waaaay out in the East back home, a &lt;em&gt;2-hour-plus&lt;/em&gt; ride, all alone cause... nevermind. We'll just note that I didn't go there alone.&lt;br /&gt;Then, as if to counter that, my thoughts will then race back to another time where I was on the bus again. Where it was all so, just so fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid guy was so lazy, didn't wanna walk. Tsk, (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to stupid bus ride.&lt;br /&gt;Apart from being surrounded by couples making out (no, literally),&lt;br /&gt;Some really large beefy man smelling like &lt;em&gt;smoke and burgers&lt;/em&gt; (that totally don't mix) came to sit beside me.&lt;br /&gt;Totally killed my scent receptors. EW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45mins of staring into space on the darn bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheelalala.&lt;br /&gt;July will soon draw to a close. August will soon start.&lt;br /&gt;I guess we both know what's coming ahead.&lt;br /&gt;Who'm I to stop you from getting what you want, from doing what you want?&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad for each time we had. But you said '&lt;em&gt;next time&lt;/em&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;Was that supposed to mean something? I dunno. But I know that I probably shouldn't get my hopes up.&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead! Don't worry 'bout me. I'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only foolin' myself, aren't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;To be immersed in the raw ecstacy of pleasure,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to delight in its succulent enjoyment,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;let your emotions flow,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and embrace the genuinity of the roar that trembles within your soul.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-8823965599833321423?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/8823965599833321423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=8823965599833321423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/8823965599833321423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/8823965599833321423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/07/days-are-gift-not-given-right.html' title='Days are a gift, not a given right.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-3381610916391436215</id><published>2009-07-09T15:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T18:22:01.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't stop, stop, stop my desire...</title><content type='html'>My head is pounding like some bass drum.&lt;br /&gt;And it hurts like everything. Owwww... ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm coming down with something, damn.&lt;br /&gt;My nose kept running for 2 days already, and I sense a sore throat setting in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OH DAMMIT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me has CHINESE O LEVELS ORALS TOMORROW, tell me I'm dead or not?&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...-uh, I mean, *cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't done ANY revision, whatsoever. But, I'm not too optimistic about being able to utter a single word tomorrow. Pray everything goes right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, not too long ago, I retrieved my awesome guitar (a.k.a., the only other portable musical instrument I own other than dumb recorders and the keyboard which is currently rotting at my mum's home. Was supposed to bring it over to practice piano, but ah, shit happens.) from where I keep it behind my study table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally, I wanted to play around with it for a little while, just to satisfy my sudden weird craving to pluck at strings. Hehheh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I saw this.&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;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0ZbZRWINje4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0ZbZRWINje4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly put the guitar back. This kid is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO SHIT MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played it 3 times over and over and over, and didn't get tired of listening to him play, ever.&lt;br /&gt;This is for people who haven't heard what GOOD is, yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEED MORE TALENTS LIKE HIM!&lt;br /&gt;(not to mention super cute kid also, hhaha xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CgVqX0a49HM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CgVqX0a49HM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;She's just a girl who &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;says that I am the one, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but the kid is not my son!&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teachers were all fantastic today. Now in my school diary, the homework space allotted for a single day is filled to past it's capacity.&lt;br /&gt;How nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which also means that, yeah, I'd better get back to homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, haiyah. Wait la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHA darling sister dearest is so cute. Everytime she turns on her headphones, the volume goes way way way loud. Then whenever I try to talk to her, she'll shout at me her every answer cause even she can't hear herself, HAHHAHAHAHAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit I think I caught something from... sunday. *cough cough, sneeze, cough again*&lt;br /&gt;omg mixed feelings hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to describe something, but I can't put the right words across to make it sound like how it really is.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should just do it justice and don't even bother trying at all. Because whatever I'm going to write, it will be tonnes and tonnes of times an understatement as related to reality.&lt;br /&gt;Bleargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of superficial people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Fog, fog, fog, and more fog. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's what I see as I glance out the window,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A little less than unaware of the heat within the room.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hear thunder crash and the storm rolls over.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I remember shrugging, and running my finger over the misted glass.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A hand snakes up to capture mine,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And winds it round his waist.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm so sunk in you, I'm immersed&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-3381610916391436215?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/3381610916391436215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=3381610916391436215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/3381610916391436215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/3381610916391436215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-head-is-pounding-like-some-bass-drum.html' title='I can&apos;t stop, stop, stop my desire...'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-6611108323841672302</id><published>2009-07-05T23:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T01:23:13.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't really care at all not answering my phone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Good news to all! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you probably might have already noticed, I've changed my blogskin. :D&lt;br /&gt;The old one was nice, but it was starting to get slightly dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, no more seeing the boring old one! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys are in luck today, cause I'm in a superb mood. Don't know why either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just am. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for morning swim training today, which I haven't been going for for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;Warmup was laughable. We were all 'running' cross the kiddie pool, xD&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, I wanna be a kid again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids see the world in a much simpler perspective. Much unlike teens and adults.&lt;br /&gt;Why do we have to go and make every single damn thing so &lt;strong&gt;complicated&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;shakes head&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna fall down the slippery slopes while hopping on one feet through the water again.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna tumble over the water cannons I had been blind enough to run into.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna scrape my skin on something, cause I know in the end I'll just be laughing it off because the process was so funny I just can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's what kids do, &lt;em&gt;right&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do they get all the carefree stuff? I hear their laughter, and I cannot detect a trace of unnaturality in it.&lt;br /&gt;Whereas, there are times when I really have to squeeze my lungs just to force a laugh out. It's terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahhaa, Jonathan should give us a set like that, someday. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yadedah. Thenafter, regular trainings.&lt;br /&gt;I think there's something wrong with my butterfly stroke. Irritating thing is, I just can't pinpoint WHAT IS WRONG. UGHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly got into a really alcoholic mood, and started discussing &lt;em&gt;wine&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Like, how to sip and taste and savour it, which type of wine is the schupar-dhupar nice ones, and the disgusting ones. heh heh. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;BAYLEY'S&lt;/span&gt;. It's fantastic. If you haven't tasted it, you have no idea what you're missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ICE WINE&lt;/span&gt; too! Can't wait to be legal age to drink. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, eew. I don't like beer. Tried the Tiger Beer once and puked it all out. Worst thing that went down my throat.&lt;br /&gt;Never tried Heineken before, though. It's said to be the "Best beer in the world"?&lt;br /&gt;Don't beers all taste the same or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red wine&lt;/span&gt; also. Has a very, &lt;em&gt;raw&lt;/em&gt; taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm-mm. Had to go church after training, so I was a little more dressed up than usual.&lt;br /&gt;Hahah, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oowah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, I think I know why'm I so ecstatic now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I GOT A PLACE IN SPORTS NUTRITION :D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;does a happy dance&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Means that, thursdays of my next term will end at 4pm-ish. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;But, ahwell. Still happy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was squealing around like some frantic chicken. My sister commented that I was insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's about where I get to the part that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TAYKAILINHILDA&lt;/span&gt; has been waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TAYKAILINHILDA HILDA HILDA HILDA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See your big name? Okay done. Now you have to put MY BIG NAME on YOUR blog too! :D&lt;br /&gt;I would've decorated it in the Singapore Flag colours, but then White wouldn't have been able to be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wow. Today's post has been so, I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;After I read it, I can't believe I just typed it.&lt;br /&gt;*shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't feel like myself at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D'you people sometimes get that really, really odd feeling inside?&lt;br /&gt;The one that makes you act differently that how you really wanna be?&lt;br /&gt;The one that is constantly giving excuses and procrastinating, just so you won't have to face the real thing.&lt;br /&gt;The one that makes you feel temporarily sane, but which you know will come and bite at you later.&lt;br /&gt;The one that will eventually make you feel guilty from running away from it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know. The hollow, empty feeling in your gut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I really need to get down to doing my homework. Have not touched it at all, this weekend. &lt;em&gt;Whoops&lt;/em&gt;. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at the habits of some people, and sometimes I think some of them are super cute.&lt;br /&gt;They sub-consciously always perform the same little gestures and/or sayings that will eventually lead to something predictable of that habit.&lt;br /&gt;And it's so easy to read their mind them while they're at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that, whenever I'm feeling really like &lt;em&gt;bleargh&lt;/em&gt;, little things will happen such that it will make me feel so much better?&lt;br /&gt;I look back, and smile at how many times it has occured. And I'm glad. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll admit there are somethings that I have to apologise for.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, you must've been thinking a lot, too. :/&lt;br /&gt;And probably most of the times, I must've been pretty oblivious also, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for just holding on and refusing to let go, even though you were supposed to already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-6611108323841672302?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/6611108323841672302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=6611108323841672302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/6611108323841672302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/6611108323841672302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-dont-really-care-at-all-not-answering.html' title='I don&apos;t really care at all not answering my phone.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-6978454695437686980</id><published>2009-07-04T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T02:24:43.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the freaking memory of Michael Jackson, beat it.</title><content type='html'>The title is ripped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair is tied up like some chickenbackside-cum-ninja style. I just plunked my big fat ass in front of the screen about 3 hours ago and have not left it once. 'Cept maybe to take that two subway cookies. I actually thought I was gonna be a guai kia and do parts of my homework, study and memorise the 14 functional groups for Teh, revise some chinese for the orals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Or just something more productive than just reading blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, seriously! I even brought out all my thick chemisty physics biology and even the damn chinese o levels books. But sadly I didn't get down to doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I fail at being guai. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think how I actually am in school, outside, at home, and even with different groups of people is very different.&lt;br /&gt;For the people who know me strictly in-school-only, I bet you'd be surprised to know what I am outside of school. If I were to put it in a way, I'd say I'm very much &lt;em&gt;toned down&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;covered up&lt;/em&gt; in school. However you wanna define tone-down and cover-up, it's your own problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause in school, I'm just a normal 15-year-old who constantly talkes back to SWS just cause she gets on my nerves, falls asleep in every single class I've been in, mugs like shit before the exams, and loves the holidays to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But outside, there's no end to all the hell that I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause outside, I'm not really your normal 15-year-old.&lt;br /&gt;I talk back to SWS because she &lt;em&gt;fucking&lt;/em&gt; gets on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;I have a fringe - that is used to cover my eyes when I fall asleep in class, though most of the time I have a jacket to do just that. But I'm just sayin'.&lt;br /&gt;I mug like shit before exams cause I'm not like every other student in school, I swim about 12hours and maybe more each week. I'm not as free as you all think.&lt;br /&gt;I pierced my cartilage on impulse, &lt;em&gt;totally&lt;/em&gt; HAHAHA. Yellow advertised $5 piercings, so I went in and asked for two.&lt;br /&gt;But that's only the beginning, you guys don't really need to know what I do outside school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know what?&lt;br /&gt;I think being 15 is such a &lt;em&gt;chore&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I do, people don't usually condone it just because, &lt;em&gt;fuck you&lt;/em&gt;, I'm underaged.&lt;br /&gt;Frustrating much?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it how some people still treat us, 15-year-olds like we're still 5-year-old kids.&lt;br /&gt;Especially when they try talking in &lt;em&gt;simple, often broken and repetitive english&lt;/em&gt; to me. Sounds like a load of bullshit, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;I listen, *eyeroll* and *facepalm*. Please &lt;em&gt;lor&lt;/em&gt;, my command of the english language is probably better than most of yours, &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;I mean, &lt;em&gt;like&lt;/em&gt;, who, &lt;em&gt;like&lt;/em&gt;, talks, &lt;em&gt;like&lt;/em&gt;, like this? Or, some &lt;em&gt;cham cham&lt;/em&gt; english-cheena-crap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the freaking deal with SINGLISH?&lt;br /&gt;Is it something for us Singaporeans to really be proud of?&lt;br /&gt;Say what, machiam like rojak like that. Description, REALLY NICE, &lt;em&gt;HOR&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;If that's how you all want other people to look at you by, uncultured, unrefined, and uneducated, then by all means go do it to yourself. Don't drag me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also not saying that I totally don't use singlish at all, &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;. Just ask my friends, they'll tell you.&lt;br /&gt;But, with excessive singlish speech, don't you all realise that your writing style will be affected as such too?&lt;br /&gt;I am totally DONE with reading twit-type blogs. Honestly. &lt;em&gt;Y dhoo euu all wanna tok lyk dhis&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;I shudder, while reading a common neighbourhood schoolkid's english essay, I really shudder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, and what's with all the constant act cute and such? And emo? And, whatever labels you can think off. It's not too many, though, we're not in America.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. If you wanna get a nice photo, you just have to smile from your heart, and it'll be shown from the eyes. Throw on makeup if you really want it, or just darn go photoshop it, whatever. If your eyes are already smiling, anything else would just fall into place.&lt;br /&gt;Rather than blatantly acting cute, fragile, and damsel-in-distress shit. Like you have no backbone and totally require guys to support you up. It just, disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the kiddie thingy.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll say honestly, why are most parents surprised to learn that their kids have boyfriends/girlfriends from school, probably together for quite some time already, have had their first kiss, and well, I don't know. Think of other stuff yourself!&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the kids know that their parents will never accept that they have a Significant Other (SO) while still in school!&lt;br /&gt;What, parents know will be any good, meh? They also confirm won't allow.&lt;br /&gt;And they don't even listen to the kids part of the story. Hardehaha.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay. Granted that most of it is puppy love and all that, but really.&lt;br /&gt;All that shit saying that "your parents have been teenagers once, they'll know how you feel."&lt;br /&gt;Please la. &lt;em&gt;Knowing&lt;/em&gt; how you feel doesn't mean that they will &lt;em&gt;accept&lt;/em&gt; how you feel, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking this in a general context. Not saying that students should go all-out for searching for a SO and end up neglecting studies, cause that's just dumb.&lt;br /&gt;Also, not saying that Primary school children should EVER have a SO. Can you imagine? I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking maturity levels here.&lt;br /&gt;If you're not mature enough to enter into a relationship, or if the other person is ALSO &lt;em&gt;NOT&lt;/em&gt; mature &lt;em&gt;yet&lt;/em&gt;, then you guys better not.&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough of seeing people crash and burn in relationships just cause they rushed into it and figure out later that they cannot take the stress and commitment required in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;It's just sick, okay? Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, people, or at least normal and mature individuals, DO NOT rush into anything serious right at the start.&lt;br /&gt;They give each other acceptance time, to get to know the other person well enough to begin thinking about such things. Many things have to be considered.&lt;br /&gt;And then IF they get together, THEY ARE FREAKING NOT TOGETHER 24/7 CAN.&lt;br /&gt;Think what? Have boyfriend/girlfriend already then everything else can forget already la?!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, grow up, grow a brain, and HAVE A DAMN LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my guess is that parents are afraid of their children getting hurt or something the sort.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can't disagree with that.&lt;br /&gt;But, if parents don't let their kids grow up, and guide their kids in the process of maturing into a young lady/gentleman, then WHO ELSE WILL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teenage years. Added raging hormones. Plus most of the time frame spent in school. Throw in a couple of girls/guys, and excuse me, what do you think you will get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expected, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People mature through relations, be it friends, family, and even SOs.&lt;br /&gt;If they want to mature, at least must let them mature properly la! A couple of failed relationships isn't the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children look up to their parents in such things. If the parents don't explain it to them properly, then they turn to the internet, to the media.&lt;br /&gt;And, it don't take an IQ of 200++ to figure out how the media portrays certain things. It's not completely healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the end result of overly-protected children?&lt;br /&gt;Not even having your first kiss at 18? It's a little, sad, isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;(Of course, not saying in the context of my school. If you don't get your first kiss here, it's completely understandable.)&lt;br /&gt;Being thrown out abruptly into society?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch. Isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly. Society has to relax a little bit on this matter, right?&lt;br /&gt;(Especially when MOE starts encouraging the students to grow up and get married and the guy has to chip in to society by going out to work, while the girl does her part primarily by reproducing. Fuck &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;Traditions are totally overdone. *eyeroll*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing beats having a supportive family, yeah? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But if all else fails, then I guess there is still Planned Parenthood, right? heh heh.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahhaa, now I don't think you guys see me as the innocent girl-next-door already right? But really, I grew outta that a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that was a longish rant, lol. It's almost 2.30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What're you gonna do, when the one who can stop your tears is making you cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I'm not actually crying. It's just a figure of speech to mean that, &lt;em&gt;why the fuck is he being so bloody bipolar&lt;/em&gt;? I'm more of pissed off, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shiver every time I think back. Yeah, you have &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; effect.&lt;br /&gt;It usually starts of as a gut feeling in my stomach, that trembles up my torso and vibrates along my throat and hurricanes out of my system in a gasp.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, very violently, in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh damn I miss those times. Where I feel your taste lingers in my mouth, long afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;The very same, toe-curling feeling, each and every time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-6978454695437686980?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/6978454695437686980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=6978454695437686980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/6978454695437686980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/6978454695437686980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-freaking-memory-of-michael-jackson.html' title='In the freaking memory of Michael Jackson, beat it.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-7581568213694520633</id><published>2009-07-02T23:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T23:12:51.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you do, you don't.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GENEVIEVE SHALL GO SLEEP &lt;strong&gt;EARLY&lt;/strong&gt; TONIGHT. LIKE, BEFORE 12AM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IS SUPER TIRED&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem has already started to pour in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;14 FUNCTIONAL GROUPS! :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, 'tis a start, *yawn*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-7581568213694520633?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/7581568213694520633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=7581568213694520633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/7581568213694520633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/7581568213694520633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-do-you-dont.html' title='you do, you don&apos;t.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-3911899320956355020</id><published>2009-06-30T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T00:33:53.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Illegality.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WELCOME BACK TO SCHOOL ALL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or, primary/secondary/highschoolers. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how was the first two days back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine was, well. Rather expected.&lt;br /&gt;It sucked because of the extra &lt;em&gt;half-and-hour&lt;/em&gt; they assigned for &lt;strong&gt;TEMPERATURE CHECKS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, we only need like what, 5 minutes or so to take our body heats and have them recorded down by the crank at the front, why is there a need to spend HALF-A-FREAKING-HOUR ON IT?&lt;br /&gt;I get to leave school half-an-hour late everyday, &lt;em&gt;until further notice&lt;/em&gt;. Joy much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expected cause, I dunno. I just sank straight into my usual school routines. It's like the June Holidays never existed. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sem's timetable is gonna suck. Every damn thing is so packed that once the homework and projects come flying in, there ain't gonna be time for anything else. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;And, I wanna take &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sports Nutrition&lt;/span&gt;, been dreaming of taking it ever since Year 1 when Ms. Lee told me okayyy! Don't care, must take. But that'll be an &lt;em&gt;extra 4 hours worth of lessons&lt;/em&gt; in term 4 leyyyyy. Aiyoh, aiyoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzz! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5 hours of math a week, and 4 hours of physics!&lt;/span&gt; WHAT JOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahmann. School hours are getting longer and longer.&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping hours are getting shorter and shorter.&lt;br /&gt;OH SHAT. CHEM QUIZ, ME NO STUDY YET.&lt;br /&gt;You say me die? Methinks I will die. Hope it's not like graded or anything.&lt;br /&gt;But with Teh, I guess any horrendous thing is possible. *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yay. Thursday I end at 2pm for this term.&lt;br /&gt;Methinks, I gotta go out. Chem quiz will probably be that day anyway. So no need studayyyye after that, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you'll be free, I'll call you out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHERMAINE NAHHH. Hahahha, I love to type your name here. xD&lt;br /&gt;Eh, blog leh! Very very long never blog already.&lt;br /&gt;ESTHERRRRR. :D:D&lt;br /&gt;omg talking to you guys about, &lt;em&gt;yeah you know&lt;/em&gt;, is so, like, &lt;strong&gt;WOW&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe that's not really the appropriate word for it, but whatever. You guys know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't prefer me to continue yakking on non-stop about it then tell me, kay? Don't feel left out cause I, hmm... &lt;em&gt;Cause you're more innocent than me&lt;/em&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;It's so awesome having you guys around, xDDD&lt;br /&gt;OHOH. I momentarily forgot. Remember the &lt;em&gt;Wall-e thing&lt;/em&gt;? REMEMBER, &lt;strong&gt;REMEMBER&lt;/strong&gt;? And the &lt;em&gt;fire extinguisher&lt;/em&gt; part? I remember the movie was paused for a long-ish amount of time before it started playing again until all the way till the end. &gt;.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a few things are really frustrating me out right now.&lt;br /&gt;Most include a few big-desicion questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Yee already caught me sleeping twice in Maths two days in a row.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it means I gotta sign off now, it's late.&lt;br /&gt;If he catches me again, I tell you the shit I'll be in will be so high you can't see me, haha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-3911899320956355020?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/3911899320956355020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=3911899320956355020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/3911899320956355020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/3911899320956355020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/06/illegality.html' title='Illegality.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-7372881320721518926</id><published>2009-06-27T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T00:01:42.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I'm fallin for you, these seem like symptoms to me.</title><content type='html'>Hey hey all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I PIERCED MY &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;EARS&lt;/span&gt;. LIKE, FINALLY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;does a happy dance&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They look awesome. (:&lt;br /&gt;But for now I'm still wearing the plain earstuds that they gunned it through my flesh with, can only change it a week later. But, ahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;My ears are fugging &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;red&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! They're still a little sore to the touch, but on the whole, I think they're awesome. :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAHAHA IMAGINE. I BET &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;RY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; OR &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;SWS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; WILL COME AND CATCH ME IN SCHOOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know. It certainly does feel good yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so much better about my ears now, cause they're not all &lt;strong&gt;plain&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;em&gt;whatever&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It just feels really nice to be able to decorate your ears in any fashion possible!&lt;br /&gt;I never really knew how it feels like to spend a day without my earhole, because they practically have been there (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt;) ever since I was born!&lt;br /&gt;I think, doing whatever you want to any part of yourself just makes you feel more &lt;strong&gt;confident&lt;/strong&gt; about that part, like I really love to show off my ears! xD It's like, you're in total control!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have a &lt;em&gt;grand totale&lt;/em&gt; of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;six piercings&lt;/span&gt;! xDD&lt;br /&gt;A third one on my left earlobe, and one new one on my right cartilage.&lt;br /&gt;How fantastic is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LYDIA! CAN'T WAIT TO SEE YOU PIERCE YOUR EARS TOO! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe when the &lt;strong&gt;swelling&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;redness&lt;/span&gt; subsides and I can change the earrings then I'll show you guys how it looks like! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGOMG. I know what to write for my Sci-Fi essay already! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;You just gotta love inspiration, (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've still have Chemistry worksheet left to do.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. There are the downsides in life, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;HEHE. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm just procrastinating from my essay for awhile while I think and sort out my ideas.&lt;br /&gt;Just to make sure that my ideas will actually GO SOMEWHERE. HAHA(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and just so you guys know, I'm in a supremely good mood today.&lt;br /&gt;Must be because I just pierced my ears, HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type down your reactions when someone says these phrases to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Why are you always like that?&lt;br /&gt;- Why are you always making me act like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I just realized now that i love you.&lt;br /&gt;- *smile and handshake* Congrajulations, I do/don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Leave him already! You'll be much more happy with me.&lt;br /&gt;- That said, your maturity level in which I view you at has now dropped so low, I can't see it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Come on. Smile. You're cute when you do!&lt;br /&gt;- Don't associate me with cute. It means &lt;strong&gt;UGLY&lt;/strong&gt; but ADORABLE, fyi! If you think I'm ugly, why'm I adorable when I smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Please do my maths homework too!&lt;br /&gt;- Then can I get your grades also?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I am so blessed to have someone like you.&lt;br /&gt;- I am so blessed to have been given someone like you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Why does monday come before tuesday?&lt;br /&gt;-It says so in the dictionary what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I have two tickets to the Linkin Park concert. Wanna come with me?&lt;br /&gt;- AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You are one of the most special people in my life. Did you know that?&lt;br /&gt;- Thanks, (: you've been amazing too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I think im falling for you..&lt;br /&gt;- Talk to me when you've fallen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I cant smile without you.&lt;br /&gt;-You can count on me to be there to make you smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Thank you for everything, but you just aren't 'her'.&lt;br /&gt;- *Shrug* Figures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What's your mobile number?&lt;br /&gt;-What d'you want it for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Can i have this dance?&lt;br /&gt;-If you have two right feet, xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. May i escort you?&lt;br /&gt;- I can walk, but your effort has been appreciated thankyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you still love him till now?&lt;br /&gt;- Like, EXCUSE ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Haha! You were everything, everything i ever wanted.&lt;br /&gt;- "were"? "wanted"? Whatever happened to "am" and "needed"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. When will i get your sweet eyes?&lt;br /&gt;- Literally, you have to gouge them out, but figuratively, anytime you want. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO'S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Who is in the house with you?&lt;br /&gt;- Sis, aunt&amp;amp;uncle, ryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Who are you thinking about now?&lt;br /&gt;- You guys don't needa know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Who did you last talk to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;-Goddad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Whose house did you last go to?&lt;br /&gt;- My mom's, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Whose birthday is next?&lt;br /&gt;- Angela's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Who was the LAST person you loved?&lt;br /&gt;- Bullshit am I answering this question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Who do you hope will take this survey?&lt;br /&gt;- I'm not choosy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What was the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;- RICOLA. Grape flavoured. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What was the last thing you drank?&lt;br /&gt;- Sprite+ice lemon tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What is the closest item near you that is blue?&lt;br /&gt;- Tissue box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What instant messaging service do you use?&lt;br /&gt;- Singtel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What is your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;green.&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What is your favorite website?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What is your favorite shoe brand?&lt;br /&gt;- Asics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What song are you currently hearing?&lt;br /&gt;- Only Fooling Myself - Kate Voegele.&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Where do you live?&lt;br /&gt;-CCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Where do you sleep?&lt;br /&gt;- On my bed? In my room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Where did you get the shirt you're wearing?&lt;br /&gt;- Fila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. When is your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;- 10th Sept :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. When did you last burn a candle?&lt;br /&gt;-sister's birthday. 23rd june.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. When did you last see your dad?&lt;br /&gt;- About, I dunno. 3 months ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Why do we have to go to school?&lt;br /&gt;- You're askin' me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Why are you taking this survey?&lt;br /&gt;- Purely procrastination purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Objective: Are you mean and sarcastic? Have you ever answered people ‘meanly’ and sarcastically? If yes, show us how mean and sarcastic you are! If no, then you should try at least once in your life with this note.&lt;br /&gt;Rule: Respond to these as sarcastic/mean as you could.(YR stands for Your Response.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If an annoying person says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I am cute.&lt;br /&gt;YR: It's the same way I define my pet bulldog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I am the most beautiful/handsome...&lt;br /&gt;YR: When you get round to believing in reality, ring me up for my opinion then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) See, everyone likes me because I am rich and famous!&lt;br /&gt;YR: Paris Hilton is Rich and Famous, but not everyone likes her. Don't be self-dislusional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Unlike you, I am perfectly multi-skilled. I do everything very well from sports to academic thingy..&lt;br /&gt;YR: It's academia, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) You don’t know me? I am a Bruneian artist; I have albums.&lt;br /&gt;YR: Then perhaps you're not famous enough to have paparazzi surrounding you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If an annoying pretty woman/handsome man says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I know you like me.&lt;br /&gt;YR: I apologise for your nescience on this matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) What are you looking at? I am not interested in you!&lt;br /&gt;YR: What a querulous person! The only interest I have in you is because you're at my eye level, and that by itself is already amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Sorry, you are nice but seriously not my type!&lt;br /&gt;YR: Oh, sorry lor. But try not to get a megrim thinking about which type is yours, I doubt your brain can take the stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) UNLESS you are rich, then don’t dream that I will get a ride with you!&lt;br /&gt;YR: Then get down the bus/MRT la! Talk so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Look, I am pretty/handsome; I can make people hate you!&lt;br /&gt;YR: What doesn't kill me only makes me stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If an annoying extremely ugly woman/man says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I think you and I can make a good couple.&lt;br /&gt;YR: I &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; you and I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) May I have your cell phone number? please please please?&lt;br /&gt;YR: 97283600 (add a 66 at the end, and you get dallas' rejection hotline number! Singapore should get one!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Hi, wanna hang out? I want you to be with me the whole night...&lt;br /&gt;YR: Sorry hor, I am nocturnal. Means if I spend the entire night with you, I won't have a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) What do you like about me?&lt;br /&gt;YR: I like the fact that you are bold enough to ask me what do I like about you even though I have never expressed such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I want you to say that I am pretty/handsome and you like me sooooo much!&lt;br /&gt;YR: Sorry, I'm not an iconoclast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your enemy says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Hi bitch!&lt;br /&gt;YR: yeah, that's where I got my awesome tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) You smell like shit!&lt;br /&gt;YR: I believe you use the same deoderant/perfume as I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I know you hate me because I am much better than you!&lt;br /&gt;YR: They say to hate is an art. I say I'm pretty artistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.4) What an ugly creature you are!&lt;br /&gt;YR: I'm lean and mean, really mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I am going to own your ass in this race for sure!&lt;br /&gt;YR: I prefer to have ownership to my own assests, thankyou very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your annoying ex says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I still love you...&lt;br /&gt;YR: Huh, that's a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I know you still love me!&lt;br /&gt;YR: You don't know me well enough to know what I think. Why the hell d'you think I called for a break?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Please, go back with me honey/hubby...&lt;br /&gt;YR: Please, do not associate me with food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Please call me...&lt;br /&gt;YR: Uhm, what's your number again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) The break up hurts me so much...&lt;br /&gt;YR: Then you shoulda known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If an annoying salesperson says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Wow! You are so pretty/handsome!&lt;br /&gt;YR: You say that to everyone, don't you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Seriously, I used this product and i've changed!&lt;br /&gt;YR: Are we talkin' for the better here? Cause, it doesn't really seem so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) We are giving a discount up to 50%!&lt;br /&gt;YR: yeah. UP TO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) This one good sir/madam. Buy sir/madam, buy..&lt;br /&gt;YR: Until you learn a more descriptive language, my wallet stays closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) That product is not good; it causes pimples all over your face.&lt;br /&gt;YR: Why not worry about yours instead?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-7372881320721518926?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/7372881320721518926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=7372881320721518926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/7372881320721518926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/7372881320721518926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-think-im-fallin-for-you-these-seem.html' title='I think I&apos;m fallin for you, these seem like symptoms to me.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-1852377007235172682</id><published>2009-06-25T19:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T23:14:23.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna take a ride on your disco stick.</title><content type='html'>UGH. YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE HURLING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly.&lt;br /&gt;My stomach churns top-speed when I see you, this being especially disastrous after I eat.&lt;br /&gt;My cardiac spinchter appears to have failed in it's function.&lt;br /&gt;I feel bile, HCl and whatever remnants of my past meal rise up my esophagus, and if I'm lucky, most of the times it would be mostly digested.&lt;br /&gt;I feel my internal organs constrict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayanywayanywayayayayyyyyy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WATCHED &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DRAG ME TO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HELLLLLLLLL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; just now. With ANDREA BELLE DARWIN LYDIAAAAA SHARLEY AND MEMEMEME. Hehh, ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was damn shocking la, like literally. The main female lead in the show just kept getting repeated scares from some freaky dead old gypsy bitch that wanted a loan but couldn't get it.&lt;br /&gt;The show wasn't really scary, but don't watch if you've got a weak heart. Each time the gypsy bitch appears it shocks you half to death. And that doesn't count her appearing every 15minutes or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so very sick. Like, what, vomitting slugs and eyeballs and disgusting green juice-like-sheez and maggots and all that dead things into the main female lead's mouth. Bloody &lt;em&gt;bogeh&lt;/em&gt; gypsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it was predictable as hell. The ending was expected, very much obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahahaha, Sharley screamed, and Darwin kept covering his eyesssssss, xD&lt;br /&gt;Isabelle was dictating, and I was zzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;Aiyoh some people say wanna come then in the end say not free! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME WANTS TO WATCH &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;HARRY POTTERRR&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Omgomg, they're like so old already!&lt;br /&gt;Have been watching their movies from when they were barely kids at 13, to funky teenagers at about 15 and finally now! All grown up already! I think Daniel's 20. HE HAS A BEARD.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh... I feel so nostalgic every time I watch HP1. It brings back memories. HAhaha, cutesy(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AND AND. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;TOM FELTON&lt;/span&gt;. HOTHOTHOT!&lt;br /&gt;You have just gotta love Draco Malfoy :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And seriously? It's &lt;em&gt;selfless&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. *eyeroll*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-1852377007235172682?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/1852377007235172682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=1852377007235172682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/1852377007235172682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/1852377007235172682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-wanna-take-ride-on-your-disco-stick.html' title='I wanna take a ride on your disco stick.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-7744181854711627145</id><published>2009-06-24T15:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T16:22:26.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All men are born manly, but some are more than others.</title><content type='html'>Welcome back y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I have got a reason to blog. Though it might be kinda late. But, ahwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SkHWWJMA-QI/AAAAAAAABGQ/01AecFaUsps/s1600-h/P6171454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350793508204640514" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SkHWWJMA-QI/AAAAAAAABGQ/01AecFaUsps/s320/P6171454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIM&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh eh eh. ELEVEN years old already ley. A decade plus one year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A DECADE PLUS ONE YEAR&lt;/strong&gt; OKAY. I TAHAN YOU FOR SO LONG ALREADY. You better grow up liao hor! Fold and keep your own clothes and make your bed every morning okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope &lt;em&gt;darling sister dearest&lt;/em&gt; will love the bunny pillow-plushie I got for her. hahaha, it's so cute I can't stand it. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Where'd I leave off the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not completed any of my homework. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;And there's only a few days left to school term starting. Ah, will have to chiong again later. Manzxc.&lt;br /&gt;Stoichiometry will eventually kill me. UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I blog about the recent AWSM?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps not. It pisses the bloody hell out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't get it into my system that he said it to me.&lt;br /&gt;It was so bloody blunt, that I can't get myself to believe that it has spilt out of his mouth and into my unwilling ears.&lt;br /&gt;and also because he told me that right as I climbed out of the pool after my 50m Free race, it killed my competitive spirit for my &lt;strong&gt;next 4 races&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Screw his sorry little ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after the whole event, which ended at about 3pm, in stark contrast to ending at 6pm usually, a bunch of us went out for lunch-cum-dinner, hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Then, down to MOF for dessertsssssss!&lt;br /&gt;I got a banana chocolate frappe. Omgomg, caffeine. I love caffeine. Needs. More. Caffeine. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;Have not had a single frappe in ages. Whoaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, as I was walking home, I saw two Bangla men holding hands across the road. Omg, traumatised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which will also lead to me saying that, serious, I have had enough of random strangers smiling at me from all weird places.&lt;br /&gt;From the MacDonald's delivery boy who flashed his pearly whites at me while zooming by on his motorbike, to that freaky Indian guy who less-than-innocently asked for directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOH. Can you imagine, I got stalked! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even believe it. I was walking home from shopping for my sister's birthday present, when I was heading down to the lift lobby of my block. At a nearby pavillon that I passed, I saw a guy dressed in mostly black, age I'm guessing to be around 16-18? He wasn't paticularly noticeable, I just happened to walk by him.&lt;br /&gt;Then again, as I walked down to the block opposite mine, I saw him again. This time, I was starting to get a little suspisious. Nonetheless, I acted like I didn't know or noticed and just kept walking on.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't until when I walked into the lift lobby of my block that he called out to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And. Asked. To. Be. My. Friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy. I just stood there dumbfounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently he got my 'stunned' message, and left. Thankgoodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly! He didn't even know me, that's for sure. Why'd he ask to be my friend, I couldn't be bothered to guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, if you've been wondering how to make yourself seem more MAN, or if you're worried you'll turn gay or something. Here's a few way to earn MAN POINTS and somehow 'become' more manly. muahahhaa. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  +1000 Man Points if you have killed something of equal or greater size than yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  +5 points if you make out with a chick(a guy if you are gay).  Under no circumstances is a heterosexual male allowed to make out with another male.  It doesn't matter if you are offered obscene amounts of money, if it's a bet, or if two girls dare you to do it and then they'll make out with each other too.  When two girls make out with each other, it's +20 Hotness points for them.  If two guys kiss, it's -100 Man Points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)  -10 Man Points for watching a chick flick. No, not even if your precious girlfriend forces you to watch it with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)  +5 points if you can body slam someone and add +1 points for every pound over your own weight.  Body slamming small children and/or midgets is perfectly valid, though not really right to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)  +21 points for doing a 21 Gun Salute, which is drinking 21 shots of hard liquor at once.  Usually, this is done on your 21st bday, but if you are hardcore, you can do it just for the hell of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)  +1 point if you have a friend that has been shot.  +100 points if you have been shot yourself and +100 more points for each bullet you took. Chicks dig guys with scars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)  +25 points if you have been in a fight and won.  Anybody can get into fights and lose.  It takes a special caliber of man to actually win fights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)  -50 points for intentional cockblocking.  Nobody likes a cockblocker, so don't do it you jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)  +25 points if you give a girl a bizarre orgasm.  By bizarre I mean she pees the bed, bites her lip bloody, or shivers for half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)  -25 points for holding a girl's purse.  Minus an additional 25 if that girl isn't even your gf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-credits : &lt;a href="http://www.mancouch.com/704918901/all-men-are-born-manly-but-some-are-more-than-others/?=itemrelated"&gt;http://www.mancouch.com/704918901/all-men-are-born-manly-but-some-are-more-than-others/?=itemrelated&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how many MAN POINTS you got? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and on your right hand, if you've got a longer ring finger than pointer finger, it means you've got more testosterone. Which means you're more aggressive and all that guy sheez.&lt;br /&gt;But if your pointer finger is longer than your ring finger, then you've got more estrogen. Heh, which means you're more sensitive and all that girl sheez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and if both of them are the same length?&lt;br /&gt;Homosexual tendencies. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, my ring finger is wayyy much longer than my pointer finger.&lt;br /&gt;Which figures.&lt;br /&gt;-raises squiggly eyebrows-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-7744181854711627145?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/7744181854711627145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=7744181854711627145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/7744181854711627145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/7744181854711627145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-men-are-born-manly-but-some-are.html' title='All men are born manly, but some are more than others.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SkHWWJMA-QI/AAAAAAAABGQ/01AecFaUsps/s72-c/P6171454.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-7370790471975765990</id><published>2009-06-20T22:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T23:27:05.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the sun is always rising in the sky, somewhere.</title><content type='html'>Yooow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have a reason to blog right now. Like, nothing to discuss, nothing to report, nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;Bleargh, bleargh, bleargh. My life is hella boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've still got a pile of homework left for me to do over the course of the next remaining week.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy shit. 1 week more of holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know, they say realisation might not be the best feeling in the world.&lt;br /&gt;When you '&lt;em&gt;realise&lt;/em&gt;' something good, it's like, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;enlightenment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or something big and nice. Like those gigantic American apples. Yumm :D, but anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Then instead when you '&lt;em&gt;realise&lt;/em&gt;' something &lt;em&gt;not so nice&lt;/em&gt;, it's like, whoo boom. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Depression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Like bitter gourd, disgusting I know.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know depression sounds a tad bit harsh, but just think of it on the terms of day-to-day lowtimes. Not the clinical depression.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really should go to bed. I'm having serious trouble keeping up my eyelids.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, competition tomorrow. Need rest. Raah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll do a quiz. Then go to bed. Dream dream dream. Hopefully, I'll get some inspiration for the dammed Sci-Fi essay. Sheez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag 10 people&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Are you really ready for 111 questions?&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe it's EXACTLY 111 questions. But hell, sure anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Was your last real relationship a mistake?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH. I'd say it wa-... wait. REAL relationship? Whatever the hell is a &lt;em&gt;real relationship&lt;/em&gt;? Can have fake one meh. Oh wait, yes it can. If I ignore the 'real', then I'll say it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Who did you last say “I love you” to?&lt;br /&gt;SEE I TOLD YOU. There isn't a question 3. HA HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Do you regret it?&lt;br /&gt;What, who call the quiz editor don't put in question 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Have you ever been depressed?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone gets depressed once in a while. The serious ones go emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Are you a boy or girl?&lt;br /&gt;Boy is the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) What is your relationship status?&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, I don't the hell know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) How do you want to die?&lt;br /&gt;If I tell you, it won't be a mystery anymore. Muahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) What did you last eat?&lt;br /&gt;Mixed rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Played any sports?&lt;br /&gt;I still swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Do you bite your nails ?&lt;br /&gt;Uhm no. I can't play the piano with broken fingernails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) When was your last physical fight?&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Do you have an attitude?&lt;br /&gt;I have enough to not need yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Do you like someone?&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;em&gt;Like&lt;/em&gt;' would be a tad bit of an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) What is your real name?&lt;br /&gt;rekeseik enna eveiveneg. That's what you get if you read my birth cert. backwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Are you gonna get high later?&lt;br /&gt;Please, it's 11pm, and I'm practically alone. I ain't gonna get &lt;em&gt;high&lt;/em&gt; with my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Do you hate anyone at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;They say to hate is an art. I say I'm pretty artistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Do you miss someone?&lt;br /&gt;Well, yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) Twirl or cut your spaghetti?&lt;br /&gt;Twirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Do you tan a lot?&lt;br /&gt;Not very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) What exactly are you feeling?&lt;br /&gt;I can't describe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Ever eaten food in a car while someone or yourself is driving?&lt;br /&gt;-.- duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) Ever made out in the bathroom?&lt;br /&gt;WHYYY? Bathrooms aren't the most romantic places you know. All the ghost thingies happen there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) Would you take any of your exes back?&lt;br /&gt;Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) Are you scared of spiders?&lt;br /&gt;Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?&lt;br /&gt;If only to relieve the moments, not to change them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) Do you regret anything from your past?&lt;br /&gt;I'll get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) What are your plans for this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;It's almost half over, what the hell are you talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) Do you want to have kids?&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the maternal instincts to set in. Hopefully, not any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) Did you ever kiss someone whose name starts with an M?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) Do you type fast?&lt;br /&gt;Rather, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) Do you have piercings? How many?&lt;br /&gt;Yea, 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37) Want any more?&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, another 2 more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38) Can you spell well?&lt;br /&gt;W-E-L-L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) Do you miss anyone from your past?&lt;br /&gt;Yea. Not excessively, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40) What are you craving right now?&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, yeah man, I've not eaten hotcakes in a LONG time. I miss hashbrowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41) Ever been to a bonfire party?&lt;br /&gt;Hhaha, yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43) Have you ever been on a horse?&lt;br /&gt;I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44) Kissed someone in a pick up truck?&lt;br /&gt;Why specifically in a pick-up truck? They choose the weirdest places to make out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45) Have you ever broken someone’s heart?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, then they'd better get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46) Have you ever been cheated on?&lt;br /&gt;Somewhat. If you wanna describe it like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47) Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?&lt;br /&gt;I thought guys don't like to cry. ahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49) Would you live with someone without marrying them?&lt;br /&gt;I live with my sister, and I sure as hell ain't gonna marry her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50) What should you be doing ?&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping, chemistry, physics, Sci-Fi essay. You pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51) What’s irritating you right now?&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of a damned storyline for the Sci-Fi essay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52) Have you ever liked someone so much that it hurt?&lt;br /&gt;It wouldn't hurt to say yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53) Does somebody love you?&lt;br /&gt;DUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54) What is your favorite colour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55) Have you ever changed clothes in a vehicle?&lt;br /&gt;-.- yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57) Do you have trust issues?&lt;br /&gt;Why should I tell you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Do you have a good relationship with your parents?&lt;br /&gt;Not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62) Do you believe your most recent ex thinks about you?&lt;br /&gt;Shit, ew. No, I hope he doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63) Who was the last person you cried in front of?&lt;br /&gt;Rocky. He's my teddybear. Okay, that sounded pathetic. No, that never happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64) Do you give out second chances too easily?&lt;br /&gt;It really depends on the person and the mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65) Is it easier to forgive or forget?&lt;br /&gt;Forgive. Just like how elephants don't forget, peanut butter is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66) Is this year the best year of your life?&lt;br /&gt;In a few ways, yes and no. I mean, I had higher highs, and lower lows than ever. How you want me to decide? Besides, only half the year has passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67) What was your child hood nickname?&lt;br /&gt;gen. it still is, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68) Have you ever walked outside completely naked?&lt;br /&gt;no duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70) Do you believe everything happens for a reason?&lt;br /&gt;If it doesn't happen because of this, then it happens because of that right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71) What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?&lt;br /&gt;Think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73) What is bothering you?&lt;br /&gt;Sci-Fi essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74) Have you ever been out of your province?&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75) Do you play the Wii?&lt;br /&gt;Can't bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76) Are you listening to music right now?&lt;br /&gt;If not then what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77) Do you like Chinese food?&lt;br /&gt;Have to like it, right. If not I don't need to eat already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78) Do you know your fathers b- day?&lt;br /&gt;I've got a good guess, but I'm not really counting on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79) Are you afraid of the dark?&lt;br /&gt;I embrace the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80) Is cheating ever okay?&lt;br /&gt;If you're cheating in ting xie cause you forgot to study just for this once, I guess it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81) Are you mean?&lt;br /&gt;To people who don't deserve me being nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82) Can you keep white shoes clean?&lt;br /&gt;Depends on how long. Usually, they're clean before they leave the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84) Do you believe in true love?&lt;br /&gt;I don't exactly have a reason not to believe right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88) Do you like the outside?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, some places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89) Are you currently bored?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no. Of course not. Why d'you think I'm actually doing you when I could be doing something more constructive? like, sci-fi essay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90) Do you wanna get married?&lt;br /&gt;In the future. Don't really matter how long. Just as long as the kids come after. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91) Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?&lt;br /&gt;I shiver. It has that kind of effect. You never know who else they used to call 'baby'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92) Are you hungry?&lt;br /&gt;Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93) Have you ever made out for more than a half hour straight?&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, *raises squiggly eyebrows*&lt;br /&gt;It sounds like the quiz editor has been watching Angus, Thongs, and Perfect Snogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94) What makes you happy?&lt;br /&gt;The simple pleasures of life, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95) Would you change your name?&lt;br /&gt;What? rekeseik enna eveiveneg not nice meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96) Ever been to Alaska?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98) Do you watch the news?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99) What’ s your zodiac sign?&lt;br /&gt;Woof, woof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100) Do you like Subway?&lt;br /&gt;HELL YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101) Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;What type of hard are we talkin' 'bout?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;103) Do you talk like your friends?&lt;br /&gt;When they have an accent worth copying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;105) Have you ever seen someone you knew &amp;amp; purposely avoided them?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;106) Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. But recently, I don't really know what's my complete self much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;107) Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?&lt;br /&gt;Ryan, cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;108) Does it matter if your boyfriend/girlfriend smokes?&lt;br /&gt;Eww. Yes of course it does. Imagine, when you kiss, you taste -whatever number- -hand smoke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;109) Who’s the last person you had a conversation that lasted for more than 10 mins with?&lt;br /&gt;I rarely have a conversation lasting more than 10mins. I guess it's Esther.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;110) Favorite lyrics right now?&lt;br /&gt;hello, I'm the lie living for you so you can hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;111) Hey.&lt;br /&gt;111 QUESTIONS JUST FOR THIS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw it. I'm offta bed.&lt;br /&gt;Life was so much easier when the biggest problem was the monster in your closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;But, if ever it happens:&lt;br /&gt;When she forgets about you, don't you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dare&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; remember me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother pushing me off the same cliff twice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-7370790471975765990?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/7370790471975765990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=7370790471975765990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/7370790471975765990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/7370790471975765990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/06/sun-is-always-rising-in-sky-somewhere.html' title='the sun is always rising in the sky, somewhere.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-4075936794452976606</id><published>2009-06-18T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T22:14:36.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All hail sleep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"During the deep stages of NREM sleep, the body repairs and regenerates tissues, &lt;strong&gt;builds bone and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;muscle&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and appears to strengthen the immune system&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH. Now I know why I don't have my six-pack...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I don't sleep enough&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay, internet. You freaking win. I'll get over my insomnia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;If I said, there's no '&lt;/em&gt;maybe&lt;em&gt;' to loving me.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-4075936794452976606?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/4075936794452976606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=4075936794452976606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/4075936794452976606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/4075936794452976606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-hail-sleep.html' title='All hail sleep.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-3362707383127388199</id><published>2009-06-16T14:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T18:02:40.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause I can ride my bike with no handlebars.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sjdd4cmgwWI/AAAAAAAABGI/3xoIuZSVASk/s1600-h/P6131415-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347846306857533794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sjdd4cmgwWI/AAAAAAAABGI/3xoIuZSVASk/s320/P6131415-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SjdYgUFa23I/AAAAAAAABFk/PsgRD0YMuds/s1600-h/P6131429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347840394696252274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SjdYgUFa23I/AAAAAAAABFk/PsgRD0YMuds/s320/P6131429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;I see... It's a very very violent game, eh.&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This big ass has sat 14hours to and from Genting, and is now, finally, exhausted yet happily contented in front of the 13.3" screen. Remnants of shopping bags and receipts litter the room floor, RM randomly stuffed in wallets, pockets, and the small compartments of carry-on bags, and dirty laundry still not washed, but hey. The washing machine's packed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so it's not the best excuse ever, but whatever. &lt;em&gt;It's still an excuse&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still fighting a dilemma. To get down and do my holiday homework, or to leave it for later?&lt;br /&gt;Because originally, I promised myself that I'll get down to working on it after I come back from Genting. Also because, there's less than &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;two freaking weeks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; before hell returns.&lt;br /&gt;And no, you got me right there. School's not hell, actually. It's what happens &lt;em&gt;before&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;during&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; school that is &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking about what's gonna happen kills me a little bit evey single time. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;But, whatever la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just irritated that I didn't get even a single shot of caffeine my entire trip to the city in the clouds. Honestly. The kids kept me away from coffee. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;holy shit. I sound like some mother with crazy snivelling brats circling my ankles.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk past the &lt;em&gt;Great Starbucks Building&lt;/em&gt; and the &lt;em&gt;Starbucks At The Lobby&lt;/em&gt; almost a thousand times everyday, and I DON'T STINKING GET A SINGLE FRAPPE):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SjdYhPkyPZI/AAAAAAAABF0/vdA1xI62NzA/s1600-h/P6131431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347840410665500050" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SjdYhPkyPZI/AAAAAAAABF0/vdA1xI62NzA/s320/P6131431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, my day was "supposedly" satisfied by rounding ticket-vomitting machines and repettitive loud blaring music from technology meant to cater to the need for internet entertainment of seriously deprived kids. Sounds like fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SjdYgAKIZZI/AAAAAAAABFc/ucnXQ7bib4Y/s1600-h/P6131428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347840389347304850" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SjdYgAKIZZI/AAAAAAAABFc/ucnXQ7bib4Y/s320/P6131428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;HAHA.&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, I try to bring my sister shopping, because I think that she is seriously deprived of proper dress sense, and also partly because there are great sales there, and she freaking only wants to go back to cyber-gaming. Is this what I sacrificed my caffeine for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. At 11, I never saw any sense in buying clothes either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I really don't like is how people comment on how my dressing sense has changed, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;EVER SINCE I WAS 12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, or something the like. Sure, I need to change my wardrobe by now, maybe get a few accessories for good occassions or when I just feel like primping up, but, does it really call for bigtime stupid comments on how I decorate my ears with as big hoops as I like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I look decent, live with it! At the very least, I'm not an eyesore, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or at least I hope I'm not&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;don't worry, Rihanna can still own the biggest hoops I have ever seen.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SjdYghAePdI/AAAAAAAABFs/7CfojK7XGNw/s1600-h/P6131430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347840398165163474" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SjdYghAePdI/AAAAAAAABFs/7CfojK7XGNw/s320/P6131430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Don't worry, I'm keeping my hands where they're safe.&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, other than that, Genting has been alright for me. I greatly relished the cool.&lt;br /&gt;From the blistering heat of blasted Singapore weather, I'd say being in the clouds was largely refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohoh, know what?&lt;br /&gt;When I was still a young and naive kid, I used to think that people could actually walk on clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Along with &lt;em&gt;the second star to the right, and straight on till morning&lt;/em&gt;. Sound familiar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, to childhood imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. I lost my hairband. somehow. raaaawrl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaand........ You guys ever seen &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lip-locking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? :D:D&lt;br /&gt;(Screw it with the PG ratings, not like as if you all will care. haha.)&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;.&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;.&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SjdYhqUp_AI/AAAAAAAABF8/Owv25foPAeQ/s1600-h/P6141444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347840417845607426" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SjdYhqUp_AI/AAAAAAAABF8/Owv25foPAeQ/s320/P6141444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To cross that line, put your lips on miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine&lt;/em&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;did I catch anyone? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo. I guess that's all I have for Genting. It's been a lengthy post.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading up to here! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I GOT SUNBURNT IN GENTING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I'm done with Genting.&lt;br /&gt;I bought a (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;male&lt;/span&gt;) jacket for mad cheap, and I absolutely lurveee it.&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, with those cool cool designs. It looked so familiar to one of what someone had.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I looked at that jacket at the store, wrapped around the male mannequinn, the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Converse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; jacket just kept popping up in my mind's eye, and I would be plunged into the vivid imagery of my past memory. It was a wonderful one, mind you.&lt;br /&gt;It was as if I just &lt;strong&gt;had&lt;/strong&gt; to get that jacket. And I'm glad that I got it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pair of shorts, two tees, yup. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 hours coach-ride is a long time to think. I played my phone's music player throughout the enitre thing, hahaha. Kept a few songs on repeat, repeat, repeat. TEEHEE(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the more I think of it, the more certain I become of....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY LIFE IS LIKE A DRAMAAAAA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Those dumb, cliche'd dramas you see on tv.&lt;br /&gt;And because it's MY life, that's why it DESERVES to be in my favourite colour. :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Because, baby, tonight could churn into the rest of our lives...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you ready?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were times when I was afriad to venture out into, where ever.&lt;br /&gt;Just cause, I didn't want to know if what I predicted would become reality.&lt;br /&gt;You were right, I do think too much.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, what'm I talkin' 'bout inexperience, man. It makes me wanna laugh at the things I've said.&lt;br /&gt;You said Innocence. We'd probably laugh over it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cliche'd, but good quote...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never let anybody convince you they know your wants and needs better than you do. They don't. And although their intentions may be good, it is ultimately your own opinion, no one else's, which matters. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-3362707383127388199?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/3362707383127388199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=3362707383127388199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/3362707383127388199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/3362707383127388199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/06/cause-i-can-ride-my-bike-with-no.html' title='Cause I can ride my bike with no handlebars.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sjdd4cmgwWI/AAAAAAAABGI/3xoIuZSVASk/s72-c/P6131415-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-7457024984286120406</id><published>2009-06-10T23:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:10:14.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why're we up 3am on the phone?</title><content type='html'>I'm scared to go outside.&lt;br /&gt;There's like some kind of war going on.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's best to pretend that I'm sleeping, hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only posting now because Hurberg wants to see &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;MY POST ON MELVIN'S MANLY LEG HAIRS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, &lt;em&gt;ta-daaa&lt;/em&gt;. You got your post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY YAY YAY OMGOMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;HILDA GOT HER PHONEEEEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. :D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me your number hor! You know you have mine. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shermaine Shermaine Shermaine!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll seeyou in Genting yeah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHARLEY SHARLEY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wha'cha gonna swim for annual Age Group&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. How long can I keep this up?&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm raging a war against myself.&lt;br /&gt;Should, shouldn't; could, couldn't; have, haven't; would, wouldn't; had, hadn't.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going bonkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Je mets mon main sur votre visage, je sens tout ce que vous voulez faire.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Puisque, il fait rage dans moi, aussi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ne pensez pas que je ne sais pas&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WELCOME TO THE WORLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll give blogger a break for now.&lt;br /&gt;Catch up with you guys after I come back from Genting(:&lt;br /&gt;Don't miss me too much! Go do your homework instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-7457024984286120406?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/7457024984286120406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=7457024984286120406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/7457024984286120406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/7457024984286120406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/06/whyre-we-up-3am-on-phone.html' title='why&apos;re we up 3am on the phone?'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-4585395112329767742</id><published>2009-06-09T16:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T18:16:09.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOBAHDY NOBAHDY BUTCHEWW.</title><content type='html'>Tra-de-la-de-la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;AHAI WAN NOBAHDY NOBAHDY BUTCHEWW.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I'm so hoooo~t....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Irony, da dum de dum, Ironyyyy&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, I BET you guys listen to WonderGirls too. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't seem to have anything interesting to blog about these few days.&lt;br /&gt;Hoildays are, well. Holidays. Nothing much to do, just more exercising, and more sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I really should be doing something more constructive. Like, my Sci-Fi essay, or the masteringphysics practice, or even chemistry holiday assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I really really really wanna write my Sci-Fi essay. But I don't know what to base it upon!&lt;br /&gt;Should I write a medical thriller? Alien/monsters invasion (okay, this is so over-rated)?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to write. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiyoooooh. Dumb writers' block. I just sat in front of the dammed screen for hours, and not a single word came out. UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even feel like blogging anymore. It's just so like, &lt;em&gt;whatever lor&lt;/em&gt;. Nothing much has happened to me yet, interesting stuff has not begun. Nothing to complain about. Nothing to comment on. Oh crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well. I just swam 7km during training yesterday, ahaha wow. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHYAY OHYAY. Shermaine just asked me out. :D:D&lt;br /&gt;ShermaineNAH ley, ShermaineNAHNAHNAH. She practically NEVER asks anyone out. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;SHERMAINE NAHHHHH. HAHHAHA. Are you reading this? xDxDxD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway.&lt;br /&gt;The skin under my arms are now sore. (ouch!)&lt;br /&gt;My biceps and lats rubbed against each other too much I guess. ahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;However that is possible, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just got wolf-whistled at. WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;But it was dark, and probably the group of guys were blind. So yeah. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Or, they loved the CJ7 on my shirt. HAHAHAHHAHA. But it was light-hearted fun, definitely not the lecherous type that's absolutely disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, there was this time when I was like, Year 1 or something, a group of malay guys wolf-whistled at me. Like, grahh! that's disgusting! In their lecherous tone and how they stalked me all the way back to my block. They're sick. Ewwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just read through the horoscope. It's actually amazing how true it describes you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgos are &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;rational&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;practical&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;intelligent&lt;/span&gt; people who are able to &lt;em&gt;think clearly&lt;/em&gt; thanks to the ruler of their Earth sign, Mercury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever decide to &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;question a Virgo&lt;/span&gt;, make sure you &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;know your stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; because it will be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;hard to convince them they are wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Virgo's thought is so &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;precise&lt;/span&gt; that they are &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;not very tolerant&lt;/span&gt; of other people's &lt;em&gt;procrastination&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;lack of common sense&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They simply cannot understand why other people cannot function at the same level as they do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Virgos have such &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;clear thought&lt;/span&gt;, they may be &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;critical of others&lt;/span&gt;. They are &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;perfectionists&lt;/span&gt; who &lt;em&gt;despise carelessness&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;incoherence&lt;/em&gt; in others.&lt;br /&gt;However, as critical as they are of others, they usually turn that criticism inwards on &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;themselves&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;They dislike being criticised by others because they already know their own faults&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most Virgos have an intensity that makes them both &lt;em&gt;industrious&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;efficient&lt;/em&gt;. Sticklers for detail, they are &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;very organised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. They are also hard workers as they are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;driven to do, not daydream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;weary of making decisions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; until they know all the facts. Virgos are &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;shy by nature&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;function better in one-on-one situations rather than in large social gatherings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the world, Virgos appear &lt;em&gt;calm and collected&lt;/em&gt;, but underneath that, they have a great intensity that demands they bring order to their worlds. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Beneath the calm exterior is a frantic interior that needs to rearrange until everything is perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it is balancing a checkbook to the penny or measuring something five times until they are sure it is precise, Virgos are perfectionists. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;This works well with their analytical thinking and practicality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgos are &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cautious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in most of their endeavors. They like to examine all variables before making decisions, and they are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;slow to trust because they don’t like to be vulnerable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of this, Virgos &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;don’t fall in love easily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and they are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;very choosy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; about their mates and friends. They are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;drawn to people through intellectual curiosity rather than shallow physical attraction or passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgos need &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;intellectual stimulation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, and will &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;quickly grow bored in the company of those who make small talk rather than speaking of serious, important things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Although, this isn't all of me, of course. Don't judge me until like that la! xD&lt;br /&gt;I'd better go off now. Dinnertime!&lt;br /&gt;Catch up with you guys later, &lt;em&gt;ja ne&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-4585395112329767742?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/4585395112329767742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=4585395112329767742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/4585395112329767742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/4585395112329767742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/06/nobahdy-nobahdy-butcheww.html' title='NOBAHDY NOBAHDY BUTCHEWW.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-9210854629434521974</id><published>2009-06-06T22:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T23:21:25.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I shouldn't be lonely in this big old world.</title><content type='html'>I must be bored.&lt;br /&gt;But, whatever. I really am supposed to be sleeping right now.&lt;br /&gt;Or, I really wanna sleep right now. Cause I just promised myself I'll wake up early tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Ah.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lazy to prepare for sleep. I just wanna fall onto bed and zzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I suck at multi-tasking.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna read Angels&amp;amp;Demons.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna write out the english essay.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna read stories on the net.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna do some chemistry homework.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna blog a little. I'm failing terribly at this, damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a song on my iTunes that has been playing on REPEAT every since I got it downloaded there.&lt;br /&gt;And I realise that I'm either singing or humming that song everywhere I go, just so I can hear that song.&lt;br /&gt;I blame the person who got me hooked onto this song, grrh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and smart me only just realised that this year's Annual Swim Meet will be on the 21st of June.&lt;br /&gt;Signup date is this monday, and I am clueless what to swim.&lt;br /&gt;Which also means that I'll be missing out on the first day of class CAMPING, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Ohmann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a Swim Training Camp.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, it doesn't get POSTPONED during the December hols. arghahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan promised a set in the dark. Oooowah, I like, I like. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post was, completely irrelevant to anything. Ahwell.&lt;br /&gt;Call me up when my brain's working, yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-9210854629434521974?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/9210854629434521974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=9210854629434521974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/9210854629434521974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/9210854629434521974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-shouldnt-be-lonely-in-this-big-old.html' title='I shouldn&apos;t be lonely in this big old world.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-2976827874405202433</id><published>2009-06-05T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T00:44:13.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's got what I want, you've got what I need.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sik-f16feaI/AAAAAAAABFU/SEfY1FNx41U/s1600-h/P5301383-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343871149621082530" style="WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sik-f16feaI/AAAAAAAABFU/SEfY1FNx41U/s320/P5301383-03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaww. Hahah, I'm back for another updateeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, before I continue:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;FACEBOOK HATES ME, I KNEW IT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't let me upload photos anymoreeee. ):&lt;br /&gt;Haiyoooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw fb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay 'sup.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been nothing much in my life so far. ):&lt;br /&gt;Except that the carmerlengo cheated and ran away with my feelings, so I'm like dead now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'xcuse me. ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Angels and Demons&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Was a rather good watch. Awesome suspense and whatevs, but a few points were slightly off.&lt;br /&gt;Like, "&lt;em&gt;eh? wtf?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;But if you've already read the book then, maybe the movie wouldn't be as awesome la, haha.&lt;br /&gt;Cause it was almost entirely off from the book. But it was a good movie by itself, nevertheless. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There're so many things I wanna say, but. My lips would be better off zipped. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I'm with you, when I'm with you, when I'm with you you you youuuuuuuu&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you're not around, I'm feeling like a piece of me is missing&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid, I hate those spam mail from MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyoh, aiyoh. I just whiled the first week of June holidays away! Ohno, ohnoo.... ):&lt;br /&gt;Doing totally unproductive things. Like, not getting down to homework, not swimming as often as I &lt;strong&gt;SHOULD&lt;/strong&gt;, not sleeping more &lt;em&gt;whatthehell&lt;/em&gt;, and serving the net for &lt;em&gt;totally useless purposes&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not looking forward to school reopening. I don't want the eyebag-cycle to emerge again.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want, I don't want. Don't make me go through hell again. I don't wanna &lt;em&gt;tahan&lt;/em&gt; another repeat of sem. 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needa go out and shop. Needa get some shorts and blouses that caught my eye over the past sem. Cause always no time to shopshop. Jeeeeez. raah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh. I'm gonna be in Genting from the 13th to the 15th.&lt;br /&gt;With Shermainneeeeeeeeee :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;Ah, girl girl girl. I haven't seen you in a weeek! YOU. YOU AH. Better ask your mum to let you go out with meeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa. It's late already.&lt;br /&gt;I should go and sleep hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya. Hansum guy up there already has got someone to call 'baby' already. Hahaha, so he's completely out-of-bounds. (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to everyone including meee aswell. HAHAHAHA. Whacha'll expect?&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Eh, hansum guy. My photoshopping skills not bad hor. :D you ah, you ah. Better 'shh!' hor! If I hear anything... then if you no longer hansum, call your girlf. don't blame me ah.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMMMMMMMM. I could go on la.&lt;br /&gt;Be exciting, be enthusiastic, be original, be innovative, be practical, be mysterious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be a gentleman to the parentals, be a badboy to the girl&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-2976827874405202433?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/2976827874405202433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=2976827874405202433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/2976827874405202433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/2976827874405202433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/06/shes-got-what-i-want-youve-got-what-i.html' title='She&apos;s got what I want, you&apos;ve got what I need.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/Sik-f16feaI/AAAAAAAABFU/SEfY1FNx41U/s72-c/P5301383-03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-2545294431082506726</id><published>2009-06-02T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T23:34:43.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>now let's all be truthful to each other: jennifer, this is my other girlfriend jess.</title><content type='html'>I say HEY :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeaaaaahman. I'm back from esther's place. After watching a grand total of 6 movies, I feel so dead-beat! whooa! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first had to go for PTM. And, I swear, the parentals could yatter on and on about me for an entire hour straight. Wow. I put my hands down man, I'm impressed.&lt;br /&gt;Then, headed down to Esther's house &lt;em&gt;pour la premiere du movie marathon&lt;/em&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pride and Prejudice is a totally awesome show. If I had the CD and the time, I can go on watching it over and over again for an entire day and not get sick of it! I lovesslovesslovessssssss Elizabeth, and Darcy. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;D: What do I call you when I'm angry? Mrs. Darcy?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E: No, you may only call me Mrs. Darcy when you are extremely happy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;D: Mrs. Darcy. Mrs. Darcy. Mrs. Darcy.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh.... (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thenafter, dinner and washup and walk-the-dog and &lt;em&gt;SPEED&lt;/em&gt; and a short chat before Sharmaine came at 9.&lt;br /&gt;Where our REAL moviemarathon begins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-DIRTY DANCING 2 : HAVANA NIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;-WILDCHILD&lt;br /&gt;-ANGUS, THONGS, AND PERFECT SNOGGING.&lt;br /&gt;-JOHN TUCKER MUST DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEEEEE~! Gosh I love the British accent. (:&lt;br /&gt;Spanish guys are so, so, so SMEXY. Love it when they danceeeeeee. Arrrrrl. (:&lt;br /&gt;omgomg, that night was an influx of hot guys laaaa. Seeeeee, it was quite an entertainment to see Sharmaine squealing everytime a hot guy appears, or when the couple kisses. HA HAH. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahhahhah, we watched all the way till 5am. Only slept at 6am. Whoo! And, guess what, woke up at 1pm. xD&lt;br /&gt;Had, uhm, breakfast?, then another movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge to Terabithia. Man, I love this show. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway, had lunch, then I had to go. But esther and sharmaine continued on with the show. I'd already watched it many times before so, haiyah nevermind lah ahahhaha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, after training, I'm dead tired, and I wanna sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Off for now, goodnight all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Anyone up for another movie marathon? I believe I can last all the way from dusk till dawn if need be :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. I want to watch Angels and Demons. Is it still showing? Who wants to come watch? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-2545294431082506726?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/2545294431082506726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=2545294431082506726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/2545294431082506726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/2545294431082506726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/06/now-lets-all-be-truthful-to-each-other.html' title='now let&apos;s all be truthful to each other: jennifer, this is my other girlfriend jess.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-8467182958734498339</id><published>2009-05-31T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T22:00:50.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody has a summer holiday...</title><content type='html'>Whooop de whoohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, I'm not feeling particularly excited about the June Hols. Maybe it's 'cause of the new amount of homework that we got to do, or 'cause of the Cheena 'O' Levels coming up, or 'cause my Semestral GPA/CAP wasn't up to my standards, or 'cause I know that once these holidays are over I'm gonna have to revert back to my old school lifestyle, which so happens to be sleeping at ungodly hours and studying my ass off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Just think of it makes me wanna hurl. Omfh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something else to make my &lt;em&gt;start-of-holidays&lt;/em&gt; more awesome is that I developed an upset stomach, a fever, and a pounding headache over the course of a single morning.&lt;br /&gt;So, 'till now, every few minutes or so, my head feels like I just rammed it into a wall, my stomach churns forcefully, and goosebumps erupt all over my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably because I'm still not sleeping properly. Oh, how and why, you may ask.&lt;br /&gt;Really, I have zilch idea why I still can't sleep. My body still forces me awake a 5am in the morning, and I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today I got so tired, I fell asleep almost as soon as I lay down on my bed to rest.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and when they say that fever does weird things to your mind while you sleep, it's absolutely true. I had a succession of 4 nightmares over the course of 4 hours. And boy were they weird O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;parent-teacher meeting tomorrow. And I'll be going over to Esther's place for sleepover cum moviemarathon later on! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and in case you were wondering, my fever subsided after the nap. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading through my previous posts, probably dating back up to 2 years ago, and I realised how my writing style has changed over these two years.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't tell you how much I looked down upon my own style of writing back in year 1. I read it, and I feel so disgusted. How could I have produced such sub-standard writings? Ew.&lt;br /&gt;Hahhaa, and there was a drastic change from year 1 to year 2, and another drastic change in mid-year 2. Which is sort of my writing style now, hehhehheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, well.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go off now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-8467182958734498339?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/8467182958734498339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=8467182958734498339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/8467182958734498339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/8467182958734498339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/05/everybody-has-summer-holiday.html' title='Everybody has a summer holiday...'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-6320670619579240151</id><published>2009-05-28T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T23:45:36.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahai ish vahry sard.</title><content type='html'>Man. If only my internet was down today, maybe I would've been a much happier person for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, ah. Oh no, of course not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have the espace page staring straight at me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-6320670619579240151?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/6320670619579240151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=6320670619579240151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/6320670619579240151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/6320670619579240151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/05/ahai-ish-vahry-sard.html' title='Ahai ish vahry sard.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-423035973457646410</id><published>2009-05-27T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T00:09:19.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is hell endo-/exo-thermic?</title><content type='html'>Heyyo, hey-hey-heyyyyyyo :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese O Levels so-called "mock oral exam" today.&lt;br /&gt;I got Dong YQ as my invigilator, and, I am totally, utterly freaked by her.&lt;br /&gt;I was so nervous before the oral cause &lt;em&gt;cheena&lt;/em&gt; by far was never my best subject, so I was practically shaking my ass off. Hence, my reaction to this would be to smile, &lt;em&gt;bigtime&lt;/em&gt;. No kiddin, that gigantic curve was like, &lt;em&gt;plastered&lt;/em&gt; to my face for the entire duration of the oral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must have looked like some kinda freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember somewhere in primary school, I got so nervous that I was grabbing onto the chairlegs just to stop shaking. But it didn't do any good. The entire chair shook along with me.&lt;br /&gt;Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Dong was grinning at me the &lt;em&gt;ENTIRE duration of the oral&lt;/em&gt;! ohmy, ohmy, what does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;:x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Esther after script-checking yesterday! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed down to the Shaw House to catch "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE YOUNG VICTORIA&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;And, it. was. awesome.&lt;br /&gt;I just loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Q. Victoria: "well, a queen can't be away from her duties for more than three days!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Albert: "Well, since we only have three days so... *ahem, ahem*"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they had nine children altogether.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, that must had been some really busy three days. O.o&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;JOKING!&lt;br /&gt;hah hah hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, good movie. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. I wanna watch like, tonnes and tonnes more!&lt;br /&gt;-Ghost of Girlfriends' past.&lt;br /&gt;-Night at the Museum 2&lt;br /&gt;-Monsters vs Aliens&lt;br /&gt;-Demons and Angels. Probably.&lt;br /&gt;-X-men Origins. Probably.&lt;br /&gt;-Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince.&lt;br /&gt;and more and more and more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehheh.&lt;br /&gt;after the movie, walked around isetan, and I bought a dress. O.o&lt;br /&gt;Along with esther.&lt;br /&gt;whoa. I don't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;I. Just. Bought. A. DRESS.&lt;br /&gt;O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't know when I'll be wearing it uh. It's sorta long printed beachdress.&lt;br /&gt;Will wear it when I get a chance to go to the beach, maybe. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLEEPOVER AT ESTHER'S PLACEEEEEE!.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X-cultural is coming uppppp. raah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insomnia is setting in again.&lt;br /&gt;I can't get myself to sleep more than 5 hours at one time.&lt;br /&gt;No joke, if I sleep at 11pm, I auto-wakeup at 4am. And every subsequent hour.&lt;br /&gt;It's frustrating. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOHOH. Read this. :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IS HELL EXOTHERMIC OR ENDOTHERMIC?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Schlambaugh, a senior lecturer at the Chemical Engineering Department,University of Oklahoma, is known for posing questions on final exams like: "Why do airplanes fly?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In May a few years ago, the "Momentum, Heat and Mass Transfer " exam paper contained the question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Is Hell exothermic or endothermic? Support your answer with proof."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle's Law or similar. One student, however, wrote the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we must postulate that if souls exist, they must have some mass. If they do, then a mole of souls also must have a mass. So, at what rateare souls moving into hell and at what&lt;br /&gt;rate are souls leaving? I think we can safely assume that once a soul gets to Hell, it does not leave. Therefore, no souls are leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for souls entering Hell, let's look at the different religions that exist in the world today. Some religions say that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to Hell. Since there are more than one of these religions, and people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all people and all souls go to Hell. Withthe birth and death rates what they are, we can expect the number of souls in Hell to increase exponentially. Now, we look at the rate of change in the volume of Hell. Boyle's Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in Hell to stay the same, the ratio of the mass of the souls and volume needs to stay constant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Answer 1] So, if Hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter Hell, then the temperature in Hell will increase until all Hell breaks loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Answer 2] Of course, if Hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase in souls in Hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop until Hell freezes over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So which is it? If we accept the postulate (given to me by Teresa Banyan during freshman year) that "it'll be a cold day in Hell before I sleep with you", and taking into account that I still have not succeeded in having sexual relations with her, then [Answer 2] cannot be correct;&lt;br /&gt;...... thus, Hell is exothermic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This student got the only A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAHHAHHAH&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-423035973457646410?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/423035973457646410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=423035973457646410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/423035973457646410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/423035973457646410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/05/is-hell-endo-exo-thermic.html' title='is hell endo-/exo-thermic?'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-7251470577128373742</id><published>2009-05-25T14:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T15:01:01.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you do this to me, everytime.</title><content type='html'>Arghhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scripts just came in, and I think I just died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or rather, shoot me instead. raah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shakes head*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-7251470577128373742?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/7251470577128373742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=7251470577128373742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/7251470577128373742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/7251470577128373742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-do-this-to-me-everytime.html' title='you do this to me, everytime.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-7725791759232790311</id><published>2009-05-20T22:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T23:37:04.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You went like "that", and I went like "shrug".</title><content type='html'>Heyy :D Photos courtesy of me and cheryllin here.&lt;br /&gt;Others are up on facebook. Go create an account and go get'em from there. I ain't uploading 100 photos. Siao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, morning we took the MRT down to bedok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/ShQa6jPb-NI/AAAAAAAABEU/xWnaZrc5408/s1600-h/P5191306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337921051535603922" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/ShQa6jPb-NI/AAAAAAAABEU/xWnaZrc5408/s320/P5191306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We" as in Mabes, Cheryllit, christine, ryaaaaan, joelle, naaaar and Angela! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/ShQdcsQjWqI/AAAAAAAABEc/-xSongwpAN4/s1600-h/P5191314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337923837095008930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/ShQdcsQjWqI/AAAAAAAABEc/-xSongwpAN4/s320/P5191314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down the stretch from the underpass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/ShQZSn3A6gI/AAAAAAAABCs/-ODO8jd5Hk8/s1600-h/n704480605_1741852_6770705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337919266068949506" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/ShQZSn3A6gI/AAAAAAAABCs/-ODO8jd5Hk8/s320/n704480605_1741852_6770705.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and out into the open!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, say HIIII to Stitch! HAHAHA, Charlene got it from the $1 coin machine, where you move the metal claw to get the toys in it. heh heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/ShQejKsz6sI/AAAAAAAABFM/93Grda6Tn48/s1600-h/P5191354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337925047857441474" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/ShQejKsz6sI/AAAAAAAABFM/93Grda6Tn48/s320/P5191354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww. Ainit cute? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/ShQddNejARI/AAAAAAAABEk/9R5X1G_L63I/s1600-h/P5191323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337923846012076306" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/ShQddNejARI/AAAAAAAABEk/9R5X1G_L63I/s320/P5191323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking mighty awesome with the DSLR. Hehhehheh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/ShQZSRWpSTI/AAAAAAAABCk/RsDBXHBrAUY/s1600-h/n704480605_1741859_6365924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337919260027603250" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/ShQZSRWpSTI/AAAAAAAABCk/RsDBXHBrAUY/s320/n704480605_1741859_6365924.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, compare my shot to the DSLR. &lt;em&gt;O.o&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/ShQZSuqA7xI/AAAAAAAABC0/Q0ZhGG0HWFQ/s1600-h/n704480605_1741867_1339343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337919267893473042" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/ShQZSuqA7xI/AAAAAAAABC0/Q0ZhGG0HWFQ/s320/n704480605_1741867_1339343.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down to Bedok Jetty first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/ShQZSq5Z-1I/AAAAAAAABC8/skcEx5taDjY/s1600-h/n704480605_1741868_261437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337919266884287314" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/ShQZSq5Z-1I/AAAAAAAABC8/skcEx5taDjY/s320/n704480605_1741868_261437.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/ShQdeOOVEtI/AAAAAAAABE8/6HoV_SB2biE/s1600-h/P5191335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337923863392359122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/ShQdeOOVEtI/AAAAAAAABE8/6HoV_SB2biE/s320/P5191335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl looks HAA-HAA-HAAAAAPY :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/ShQddu4fRXI/AAAAAAAABE0/4lFV7afYCeE/s1600-h/P5191331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337923854979253618" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/ShQddu4fRXI/AAAAAAAABE0/4lFV7afYCeE/s320/P5191331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehhehheh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, MOVING ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/ShQeis1twnI/AAAAAAAABFE/IaNga-kpGT4/s1600-h/P5191337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337925039841722994" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/ShQeis1twnI/AAAAAAAABFE/IaNga-kpGT4/s320/P5191337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just beside the MOE Camp thingo that we had our year 1 camp in. Not one of the greatest camps I had anyway, but whatever. I'm digressing.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I love that stretch of cycling path. Just go there, you'll see why. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/ShQa6RIPBqI/AAAAAAAABEM/PxxXTDsiYq4/s1600-h/n704480605_1741874_3419850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337921046673557154" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/ShQa6RIPBqI/AAAAAAAABEM/PxxXTDsiYq4/s320/n704480605_1741874_3419850.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pitstop for nice picture shots and backgrounds. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we decided to turn back. To the beach near SAFRA, or whereever it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/ShQZ8v-dTrI/AAAAAAAABDM/wTcZdauKnLQ/s1600-h/n704480605_1741881_2090981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337919989802159794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/ShQZ8v-dTrI/AAAAAAAABDM/wTcZdauKnLQ/s320/n704480605_1741881_2090981.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/ShQZ97wqhWI/AAAAAAAABDs/tShR6N4KVHM/s1600-h/n704480605_1741884_3319114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337920010145400162" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/ShQZ97wqhWI/AAAAAAAABDs/tShR6N4KVHM/s320/n704480605_1741884_3319114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/ShQZ9o-bDXI/AAAAAAAABDk/w6wmzuZ2Ufk/s1600-h/n704480605_1741883_7200696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337920005102833010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/ShQZ9o-bDXI/AAAAAAAABDk/w6wmzuZ2Ufk/s320/n704480605_1741883_7200696.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/ShQZ9mKnjII/AAAAAAAABDc/2ScXynViAnQ/s1600-h/n704480605_1741882_7638078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337920004348677250" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/ShQZ9mKnjII/AAAAAAAABDc/2ScXynViAnQ/s320/n704480605_1741882_7638078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;205 girls shot! (With Ryan walking lame-ly at the back, HAHAHHA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/ShQa521stEI/AAAAAAAABD0/8NnX1AiKfdo/s1600-h/n704480605_1741886_941340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337921039616488514" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/ShQa521stEI/AAAAAAAABD0/8NnX1AiKfdo/s320/n704480605_1741886_941340.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUYS SHOT! AHHAHA, so few people. Many didn't turn up ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/ShQa6K2hqII/AAAAAAAABD8/8-Xe7BaTmAU/s1600-h/n704480605_1741888_2642655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337921044988668034" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/ShQa6K2hqII/AAAAAAAABD8/8-Xe7BaTmAU/s320/n704480605_1741888_2642655.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/ShQa6OnYVBI/AAAAAAAABEE/6EFqV_Lv-KY/s1600-h/n704480605_1741889_7080872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337921045998883858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/ShQa6OnYVBI/AAAAAAAABEE/6EFqV_Lv-KY/s320/n704480605_1741889_7080872.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few last shots at the beach before we decided to head back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/ShQddW8ZybI/AAAAAAAABEs/OCNS_nv4T9M/s1600-h/P5191327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337923848553220530" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/ShQddW8ZybI/AAAAAAAABEs/OCNS_nv4T9M/s320/P5191327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yadedah. Cycled back for Macs/slurpee! Hahhahhah, Slurpee=motivation for Charlene! xD&lt;br /&gt;Then, cheryllin and kat went back, and some others went to suntec to watch Angels&amp;amp;Demons. Heard it was a nice show, but I didn't go hahaa. BROKE! ):&lt;br /&gt;So then, joelle angela nar mabes and I took the train back home, and wahlah! The end. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that day was so majorily fun. Too bad a few people didn't want to go, but I must say this time was really different from the other few times. Mmhmm. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, and as a last note?&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/ShQZS-Rh0YI/AAAAAAAABDE/vRteekn7v8E/s1600-h/n704480605_1741880_942800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337919272085737858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/ShQZS-Rh0YI/AAAAAAAABDE/vRteekn7v8E/s320/n704480605_1741880_942800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lovelovelove 205. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-7725791759232790311?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/7725791759232790311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=7725791759232790311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/7725791759232790311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/7725791759232790311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-went-like-that-and-i-went-like.html' title='You went like &quot;that&quot;, and I went like &quot;shrug&quot;.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/ShQa6jPb-NI/AAAAAAAABEU/xWnaZrc5408/s72-c/P5191306.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-6093565598208826130</id><published>2009-05-19T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:46:53.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUNBURN.</title><content type='html'>I think I fried quite a few skin cells today. &lt;em&gt;O.o&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Photos from ECP will be up later ah, me tired today. I'll put them up one facebook first.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-6093565598208826130?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/6093565598208826130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=6093565598208826130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/6093565598208826130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/6093565598208826130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/05/sunburn.html' title='SUNBURN.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-3527195777805121584</id><published>2009-05-18T13:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T13:16:31.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holy crapzzz !!! I 'm now officially free ! Free from torture , free from exams , free from french , free from homework ! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think imma go catch up on sleep . Night ! (: :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-3527195777805121584?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/3527195777805121584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=3527195777805121584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/3527195777805121584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/3527195777805121584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/05/holy-crapzzz-i-m-now-officially-free.html' title=''/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-7444124019353951819</id><published>2009-05-17T20:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:43:13.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kaboomboom-boosh.</title><content type='html'>yeowchies, yeowchies, yeowch. My abs hurt. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know why I'm glad that they hurt? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caauseeeee...... It means that I have finally trained them! Y'know, it's been ages since they last ached. By &lt;strong&gt;ages&lt;/strong&gt;, what I really mean is &lt;em&gt;eons and eons&lt;/em&gt;. No joke, I can't remember when did I last worked them to this extent. heh heh heh. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6-pack, here I come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, but in the mornings I feel like a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tortise&lt;/span&gt;. Cause I can't get out of bed without &lt;em&gt;rolling to front&lt;/em&gt; and then &lt;em&gt;pushing myself up&lt;/em&gt;. Yeah, my abs hurt until I can't even do a proper situp. Goodness, how long have I not trained? O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seesh, I love this feeling. It feels so, accomplished. xD Even though I still have a long long long way to go before I even get the 6-pack outline. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shat. Jon's not gonna be at the pool on monday and tuesday. Which means I gotta think up a few training sets. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know? I'm really supposed to be studying for french right now.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't feel like it. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was revising a little just now, and I came up with a few, uhm, &lt;em&gt;cheesy&lt;/em&gt; quotes. Okay, correction. I didn't come up with it. Jean-Marc did. I just ammended it a little, ahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;I must have been influenced by that over-egoistical frenchman laa. He always uses those cheesy cheesy lovey-dovey quotes to teach us the way of arranging french verbs. Now I use them too. Raah. AND they stick BETTER in my head than normal ones. Goodness. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, whatevs. Here are a few, cause I have not completed my revision yet. I might put up somemore later. *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;So, if you guys out there are looking for french to wow/woo the chickas out there, HAHHA, rip ahead! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(meh, no translation provided okay. Go translate yourself. hurhur.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je tombe amoureuse avec toi.&lt;br /&gt;Je suis amoureuse de toi.&lt;br /&gt;Tu me fait tourne la tete.&lt;br /&gt;Tu me tente.&lt;br /&gt;Pour qui me prenez-vous?&lt;br /&gt;Il me rends a l'aise.&lt;br /&gt;Te me prendras dans tes bras.&lt;br /&gt;Tu me rends essouffle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not an impressive list. But whatever. Told you I might add somemore later.&lt;br /&gt;For better ones, go to Amanda Tang's blog! Muahaha, I ain't gonna tell you when she posted it xD&lt;br /&gt;hint, it was posted this year, though. Gosh, I just cut down the search for you guys by like, a whole damn lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seesh, I really am tired. I mean, sure, major exams are all over, and I don't wanna think about script-checking right now. But, well. Many things have been nagging on my mind ever since, I don't know, quite some time ago. Raah.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, basically (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;omg, I'm actually using &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; word! Seesh, I really hate that word you know? It's like, so &lt;em&gt;over-rated&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;), it started out as a really random thought, that I got hooked onto thinking about. It's just that, because of exams, I pushed this to the far back of my mind. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it's coming back to haunt the living nightmare out of me. Dead serious. Maybe, perhaps I've put it off for too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, I've been sleeping late, again. Shat. Because of my exam late-nights, my body's accustomed to sleeping really really really late. I'm still wide awake at 1am wtf? No matter how much I toss and turn, I still can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, my internal alarm clock woke me up at 4am for the past two days. It's used to 3 hours a day, OMG WHAT HAVE I DONE TO MY BODY??? :'(&lt;br /&gt;If anything helps, I really am sorry, for temporarily disrupting all my daily habits. Seesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe maybe maybe. All my accumulated lost sleep, it adds up too much, waaaay too much.&lt;br /&gt;This semester has been, holy cow, draining. If next sem's like this again, whew man. I might just go belly-up and flop around by term 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with the exams gone, true, I feel extremely relieved. But, it also gives me more time to think about things. Things that were normally pushed back and ignored by the excuse that "&lt;em&gt;no no no, exams are coming, gen has gotta study.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;But now, no. With my head empty of exams, I find them now stuffed to the brim because of these things. Gone were the times where I could just use the need to study for an excuse to escape. Argggghhh. Phbt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like being kept on my tenterhooks all day. By people around me, not just in school.&lt;br /&gt;It's like, I don't know what they expect from me. They ask me a question and, this I really don't know why, they all have double meanings behind it. No, don't chide me for thinking too much into it. It's just like a true/false question in an exam, false means false, it can't be true.&lt;br /&gt;Same goes here. Wrong answer means you get a blackface from them. Correct answer means you make them happy, even at the expense of sucking up to them.&lt;br /&gt;A.K.A. being a &lt;strong&gt;hypocrite&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Which I really, really, really &lt;em&gt;hate&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine, degrading yourself till that level?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I can put myself through that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry 'bout this, I'm gonna rant a little.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry. If I haven't specifically stated that it's you, don't bother worrying cause it might not be about you (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whoever you are&lt;/span&gt;) anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-tradeladela. Now you see it, now you don't. (:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a slightly different note, i'm actually enjoying french (:&lt;br /&gt;omg that was sick, but, yeah. No kidding, seriously. There must be something wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;*shakes head*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-7444124019353951819?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/7444124019353951819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=7444124019353951819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/7444124019353951819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/7444124019353951819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/05/kaboomboom-boosh.html' title='kaboomboom-boosh.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-3121788162196345355</id><published>2009-05-16T00:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:31:47.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...and cause stan has a small weiner.</title><content type='html'>HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major exams over! Not gonna blog about them cause, I don't wanna vomit. Thinking about exam questions AFTER the exams make me sick. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only French left, on Monday, eww.&lt;br /&gt;THEN I GET THE ENTIRE WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK FREEEEEE! xD xD xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heeheeheeeeee(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zomg, shermaine esther and I watched 17 again at JP today, and it was AWESOME. :D&lt;br /&gt;wahhwahwah, I'm totally in love with Zaaaaaa~c and alex! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;Shit, damn cool harhar, about basketball again lor! Use same storyline as HSM. Ah, but whatevs. Zac &lt;s&gt;looks&lt;/s&gt; is hot when he plays bball. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after, went back home and proceeded to sleeeeeep!&lt;br /&gt;I needa sleep my eyebags away mann. Disgusting, ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training later at night! wheeeehew, I finally can go back to swimmingggggg! lovelovelove.&lt;br /&gt;zomgzxc, another competition coming up, 30th may. Gonna swim a few sprints, but I don't like sprints! I like my 100m s and 200m s okay, why don't haaave? ):&lt;br /&gt;Sprints no kick one. 30s and you're done. seesh, phbt, over.&lt;br /&gt;Ahwell. Hopefully I can get my form back up by then, and get a good time for my events. Shat, 2 more weekz. 0.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmy, ohmy, my muscles will ache tomorrow. :x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-3121788162196345355?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/3121788162196345355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=3121788162196345355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/3121788162196345355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/3121788162196345355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-cause-stan-has-small-weiner.html' title='...and cause stan has a small weiner.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-2850698608956728313</id><published>2009-05-14T15:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T15:44:54.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we gon' run the show-oh-oh..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SgvI5QCDxZI/AAAAAAAABCc/xhPz2hkJPog/s1600-h/Asymmetrical+Blousant+Sleeve+Romper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335579069432186258" style="WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SgvI5QCDxZI/AAAAAAAABCc/xhPz2hkJPog/s320/Asymmetrical+Blousant+Sleeve+Romper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMGZOMG. I SO LOVE BABY PHAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want that romper.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee~! I'm in like, a super good mood now, I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;Must be because of the physics paper, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, PHYSICS! DONE! Isn't it amazing to string those two words together?&lt;br /&gt;Awesome, no? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only left Chemistry tomorrow and French (ew.) on Monday. THEN I'M FREEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This exam season has been ultra horrible. I MISS DEAR SLEEP. I WANT SLEEEEEEEEEEP.&lt;br /&gt;After physics today, I straight away went home to &lt;s&gt;mug Chem&lt;/s&gt; sleep. That's another reason for my supremely good mood, I think. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO ALSO ALSO, I CAN FINALLY GO BACK AND SWIM AGAIN TOMORROW!&lt;br /&gt;sheeeeez man! I missed it for like, more than two weeks! Ever since interschools, I've not been swimming, and I miss it like crapzzzz. Aiyah, then add on exam stress, no exercise, and constantly raiding the fridge '&lt;em&gt;just for something else to do&lt;/em&gt;' rather than study, I must have gained a lot of extra body faaaaaa~t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuck, I gotta go work it all off man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'VE GOT THE ENTIRE OF NEXT WEEK FREE! RING ME UP FOR A DATE PEOPLE! xD&lt;br /&gt;so far, Monday's with my sister, and Tuesday has been booked by 205 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY ENOUGH WITH HOLIDAY-ING. THERE'S STILL A CHEMISTRY EXAM TOMORROW AND GEN HAS NOT YET STUDIED. SOMEONE PLEASE WHACK HER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-2850698608956728313?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/2850698608956728313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=2850698608956728313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/2850698608956728313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/2850698608956728313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-gon-run-show-oh-oh.html' title='we gon&apos; run the show-oh-oh..'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyMjZ1LPROs/SgvI5QCDxZI/AAAAAAAABCc/xhPz2hkJPog/s72-c/Asymmetrical+Blousant+Sleeve+Romper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-7756615381947617862</id><published>2009-05-12T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T23:46:54.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one night only, words get in the way.</title><content type='html'>6 hours today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 &lt;strong&gt;hand-breaking&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;finger-snapping&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;feet-cracking&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;mind-blasting&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;soul-ripping&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;hair-raising&lt;/em&gt; hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quarter of my day, &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. I don't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;I spent a quarter of my day on exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, I have never felt this drained. I wanna go submerge myself in some dirty longkang right now. Y'know, &lt;em&gt;drained&lt;/em&gt;. Hum, whatevs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm utterly freaked over math. Apparently Hilda said it's be alot on proofs. I'm screwed. Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not started on physics. Totally. Dead serious.&lt;br /&gt;I have not started on chemistry. Totally. Dead serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, I'm not thinking coherently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School tried to stave us today. Effing canteen only had 3 stalls open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My right hand shook like crap today. I don't know how'm I gonna pull through to Friday, then Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. How I'd love a nice, long, 10-hour sleep right now.&lt;br /&gt;But that'd be impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what time I'll finish math today.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I can squeeze in 3 hours of sleep. Shit. I didn't just say I'd sleep only 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. 3 more days till friday. I'll pull through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math is waiting for me. We have an overnight date, apparently.&lt;br /&gt;well, I'm gonna go enjoy myself now. Math is so charming. Polynomials are so cute. And Logarithms are so squishy and cuddly.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, I might just end up having an affair. Oh well. I'm sure they wouldn't mind. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-7756615381947617862?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/7756615381947617862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=7756615381947617862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/7756615381947617862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35785463/posts/default/7756615381947617862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-night-only-words-get-in-way.html' title='one night only, words get in the way.'/><author><name>[_illusionist_]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35785463.post-4184038872940040889</id><published>2009-05-10T23:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:05:20.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(o.=) ... (=.0) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, honey. Don't worry, after this, you ain't gonna be training a panda anymore. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35785463-4184038872940040889?l=illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-me-gen.blogspot.com/feeds/4184038872940040889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35785463&amp;postID=4184038872940040889' title='0 Comments'/><link
